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[If it were me, I'd be wrapped up in this in less than three seconds.]

If you don't wield the nine-section whip properly, it's hard to say who will end up with nine sections.

[A feisty little girl, quite interesting.]

The little girl kept backing down, and the magic emanating from the crystal ball could only partially resist it. She also had to be careful not to be hit by the nine-section whip.

Lu Wenli was speechless. "Yan Feishuang's nine-section whip technique is truly beautiful."

Yan Feishuang showcased her weapon to the public for the first time, and the effect was quite good.

She won.

The next battle will be between Hua Sijin of Chenjiatang and a Taoist priest wielding a whisk.

The Taoist priest wielded his whisk with great force, making a series of loud noises in the air.

Hua Sijin calmly put down the pipa she was carrying on her back, sat back down, and remained seated in the void as usual.

The pipa played softly, like jade beads rolling on a plate, each note clear and melodious. Suddenly, the tone quickened, and the situation on the training ground changed instantly. The sound of the pipa was like a thousand horses galloping in, carrying a terrifying pressure.

Within two minutes, the other side announced their defeat.

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[I've learned something new! There are sound cultivators in the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)?!]

Chang Xi raised an eyebrow, seemingly puzzled. "Isn't the Chen family temple dedicated to a fox spirit? She's Chen Changqing's older sister, yet she didn't use her unique skill, but instead used the pipa?"

Yan Feishuang knew a little bit of the inside story and explained to everyone, "This is the rule of the Chen Family Hall. The mystical arts and talismans of the Chen Family Hall are passed down to men but not women. Hua Sijin is the granddaughter of the head of the Chen Family Hall, so she is even less qualified to inherit the mystical arts of this sect."

She must have figured out how to use the pipa as a weapon on her own. I must say, Hua Sijin's talent is truly remarkable.

"Not just good," Chang Xi said with admiration. "Without any family support, he was able to figure out another method on his own and use it quite well. He's simply a genius."

It's not that Tiancheng Mountain doesn't have sound cultivation, but there are predecessors in the sect who have left behind experience to pass on to their disciples, making it easier for anyone who wants to cultivate this sect.

The Chen Family Hall specializes in only one discipline, with strict rules, and its disciples are not allowed to learn metaphysics from other schools.

Hua Sijin may seem to belong to a sect, but she is no different from someone who has no sect at all.

"I've really learned something new today," Tang Wan said, her previous understanding completely overturned after watching for so long.

[Who isn't? I thought men dominated the Xuanmen (Taoist sect), but seeing so many female geniuses today is amazing!]

This is making me want to become a Taoist practitioner.

Women hold up half the sky, it's not surprising.

There may be more in the future.

Chang Xi wasn't chosen for the next match either; it was Zhuge Jian from Wudang.

The Wudang disciples' fervent admiration for Zhuge Jian was not without reason. He made a hand seal with one hand and murmured, "Empress of Heavenly Wind."

The divination formation is set up on a flat surface, and the winds coming from all directions make it impossible for the opponent to open their eyes.

Zhuge Jian suddenly stood up and punched the man in the face, knocking him to the ground.

Wow, awesome!

No wonder the Wudang disciples admire him so much, he's just too strong!

I wonder who would be stronger if he faced off against Chang Xi?

[Judging from the fact that Zhuge Jian is a year or two older, he should be more capable, right?]

Chang Xi, who only learned by stealing techniques, is no match for Zhuge Jian. I think he should admit defeat and leave the mountain as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment later.

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Finally, it was Chang Xi's turn to take the stage. Her opponent was a female fortune teller holding tarot cards.

"Damn," Chang Xi exclaimed, "Lu Wenli and I are truly master and apprentice. Everyone else is matched with nobodies, but how come we're matched with experts?"

She had a microphone clipped to her body, so even her softest voice could be heard in the live stream.

This is a formidable character.

These two are truly a pair of unfortunate teachers and students; how come their opponents are all so formidable?

[There's something to watch.]

The fortune teller looked very young, around seventeen or eighteen years old, and flicked a tarot card with his backhand: "The Knight."

The playing card soared into the air, spun once, and a medieval knight flew out from the card, his longsword attacking Chang Xi. She held up an umbrella with her left hand, the golden light emanating from the umbrella deflecting the knight's attack, while her right hand drew her Demon-Slaying Sword to counterattack.

Now both sides have swords and shields.

Seeing that the situation was deadlocked, the fortune teller was about to pull out another card.

Chang Xi reacted swiftly, shouting, "Thunderous Yu!"

In an instant, she vanished underground.

By the time the fortune teller came to her senses, Chang Xi was already behind her, with Zhu Xie at her neck. "Beautiful lady, you lost."

"Your divination skills are very impressive," the fortune teller said, raising his hand in defeat and praising her in broken Chinese.

Chang Xi sheathed his sword, placed one hand on his left chest, and said, "Thank you for the compliment. Your tarot cards are also very powerful."

"We won!"

"Master, you're awesome!"

"Honey, Xiao Bao won! He won!" Tang Wan was so excited, as if she had won herself, that she shook Gu Hongwen's shoulders frantically.

He helplessly yet indulgently let Tang Wan do as she pleased.

Li Yunying wasn't interested at first, but when she saw her son staring intently at the girls on the field, even she, who was slow to notice, realized something was wrong.

Is this kid falling for someone?

There weren't many players left who could make it to the third game; only about a dozen or twenty players remained on the field.

This is the first time that Master Qingxu, the head of Wudang Sect, has appeared on site since the start of the competition. The old man has white hair and a kind and venerable appearance.

He stood in the main seat and glanced at everyone in the training ground, his gaze lingering on Chang Xi for a couple of seconds.

"Heroes and champions, welcome to the final arena of the Xuanwu Tournament. This year, our third competition will be a little different," Qingxu said loudly. "We will start and finish at the training ground. After the competition begins, you will set off from here to the main hall of Wudang Peak to obtain the hanging Linglong Ball. The first person to return with the complete Linglong Ball will be the champion of this Xuanwu Tournament."

"This is interesting," Yan Feishuang said, as this was the first time she had seen a competition like this.

"Three, two, one, go!"

The group vanished without a trace, like arrows released from a bow.

Chang Xi patted Hong Yan's neck. "You've worked hard, little Hong Yan."

The three of them were the most relaxed; they rode in the Red Flame and left just as quickly as the others who rode in weapons.

Red Flame suddenly swayed to one side, and the three of them quickly grabbed its fur.

Chang Xi tilted his head to look, wondering which team the contestant belonged to, as he attacked others while simultaneously wielding his sword.

This has given others a new perspective: instead of waiting for the chaos to break out later, it's better to deal with the opponents we can handle now.

"Playing dirty tricks," Chang Xi said with a cold smile.

Lu Wenli was watching the live stream on his phone, cursing as he watched, "Shameless, they actually launched a sneak attack."

It's shameless.

[The rules didn't say you couldn't ambush someone, it's their own fault for not paying attention.]

Chang Xi could also fight back and beat them to death.

The red flame swayed from side to side, making it very unstable to sit on.

As they were nearing the main peak, Changxi gently patted Hongyan's neck. "Little Hongyan, take us to the top of the main hall. You prepare to retreat."

A crimson flame swept across the roof of the hall, and the three of them rolled down.

Yan Feishuang swung her nine-section whip to entangle the eaves, avoiding a fall, and quickly reacted, flipping over and jumping to the ground.

Chang Xi had an umbrella that he could use, and Huo Dongjun landed safely with him.

Zhuge Jian and his group followed closely behind, and before they even entered the main hall, a fight broke out.

The person opposite Chang Xi was rather strange; he wore a huge black cloak, yet his movements were exceptionally agile.

His aged arm gripped Changxi's wrist.

Chang Xi was shocked.