That despicable, scheming woman, she actually disguised herself as an elf lady!

Bian Xuemei's full name is Bian Jingxuan, and her ancestors were all sword practitioners.

Back in his childhood, his great-grandfather had personally killed several enemies in hand-to-hand combat, achieving great military exploits and rising to prominence. After that, the reputation of the Bian family, which had declined, was once again spread far and wide.

Bian's father inherited his grandfather's true skills, and his Pear Blossom Falling Sword Technique was unmatched throughout South China, making him famous overnight.

However, things didn't go as planned, or perhaps even the heavens were jealous of these talented people. At the prime of his life, Bian's father contracted an incurable disease and is now past his prime!

"Hello, Uncle Bian!"

Liu Huan followed behind Bian Jingxuan and saw the renowned Pear Blossom Rain Sword Saint, one of the Ten Tigers of South China.

"Yes, please sit down!"

Bian Xiaotian had a ruddy complexion and a tall, straight posture. His slender figure exuded a sense of agility, like a nimble ape, but the gloom that often settled between his brows and the decay hidden in his eyes added to his loneliness.

After greeting Liu Huan, he looked up again at the aggressive guest.

In the Bian family sword school, besides the Bian father and daughter, there was a group of uninvited guests.

Guo Dewei, the leader of the Jingjian Sect, had long heard that Bian Xiaotian, the master of the Bian Family Sword Hall and known as one of the Ten Tigers of South China, had health problems.

At first, Guo Dewei didn't dare to make any rash moves, but he gradually noticed something was amiss. Bian Xiaotian was indeed like a tiger with its teeth pulled. This once-famous swordsman of South China was no longer as glorious as he had been.

Today, he couldn't wait to bring his disciples and followers to challenge the school.

Bian Xiaotian possessed exceptional swordsmanship talent, but his ability to train his disciples was only average.

The eldest and second disciples were mediocre in talent. After more than ten years of training, they could only move lightly and nimbly with their swords. They had no choice but to leave the martial arts school to make a living. Although they held positions in the martial arts association, it was only because of the South China Tiger.

Neither of them were here today; only Bian Jingxuan's third senior brother and fourth junior sister were present. The two had good talent, but they hadn't practiced swordsmanship for long and were barely at the level of "swords moving with the body."

As soon as Liu Huan sat down, the two sides became tense, exchanging insults and showing no mercy to each other.

"Master Bian, now that your health is failing, there's no need for you to be so competitive. Why don't you just step down and give way to a more worthy successor?"

"Heh, experience counts. Some people are ungrateful and greedy, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant—they're bound to break their teeth!"

Guo Dewei and Bian Xiaotian were locked in a fierce argument, exchanging insults and glaring at each other, not even allowed to drink a drop of tea.

To be honest, if Bian Xiaotian hadn't contracted a strange illness that reduced his strength to less than half of his peak, he would have already knocked his opponent out with his violent personality.

Guo Dewei took a sip of tea and stopped being polite:

"Bian Xiaotian, I won't say much to you. We all run martial arts schools, so naturally we speak with strength."

"I'm putting my words here today!"

"Each martial arts school will send three people. The side with the most wins will be the winner, and the losing side will naturally have to close down and leave!"

The beautiful kendo junior sitting next to Liu Huan was indignant.

"Hmph, they're just taking advantage of Father's declining health. When the Bian Family Sword School was at its peak, we never thought of forcing them to close down and get out."

"Now they're really getting out of our way!!"

Before he fell ill, Bian Xiaotian, one of the Ten Tigers of South China, could easily make the surrounding martial arts schools pack up and leave with just a word.

Although he had a fierce and irritable personality, he always adhered to the duty of a martial artist, kept in mind the old Red Army soldier's family motto of being kind to others, and never did anything that would lead to the extinction of his family line.

Contrary to his wishes, although he was unwilling to be the bad guy, some heartless scoundrels were already lurking in the shadows, eyeing him covetously.

Guo Dewei is one of them!

Upon hearing this, Bian Xiaotian's face turned cold, realizing that the other party was serious this time and intended to completely break off relations with him.

However, as the other party said, the matter of opening a martial arts school should be decided by strength.

Huang Feihong made his name with the Foshan Shadowless Kick in the past, and had countless disciples and followers. Today's martial arts masters naturally follow his example.

The easiest way to become famous is to kick this fading swordsman of South China hard!

Bian Xiaotian wasn't one to back down after being attacked; he was also extremely angry at the other party's ruthlessness, and said coldly:

"Sheng Yun, Zhuang Zhixuan!"

"Master, I'm here!"

"arrive!"

Bian Xiaotian looked at the two young men and women standing next to him, hesitated for a moment, and then removed Zhuang Zhixuan from the list and chose the boy recommended by his daughter Bian Jingxuan.

Zhuang Zhixuan was just a high school dropout, so it was still a bit difficult for her to face the burly men of the Jingjian Sect.

Last week, my daughter Bian Jingxuan suddenly came back and told me that there was a senior at her school who was very strong. He had bright eyes, a clear understanding of the world on his face, and a somewhat contradictory temperament, both sharp and gentle.

Bian Jingxuan felt that Liu Xuechang gave her the same feeling she had when her father was young.

Confident! Composed!

Like a true dragon coiled in a puddle, it will sooner or later soar into the sky!

Bian Xiaotian naturally didn't believe it. His daughter was praising this senior to the skies, so she probably had a crush on him.

There's a saying, how does it go?

Oh, right!

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and women who fall in love always have an inexplicable romantic mindset.

In particular, Bian Xiaotian saw that Liu Huan was ordinary and had nothing outstanding about him.

Although the other person always had an indifferent expression on their face, seemingly unconcerned about the things around them, they looked like a hermit.

It's just that his age is a bit hard to believe!

"You old bastard, are you going to agree or not?!"

"If you're scared, pack your bags and get out of here!"

Seeing the uncertain expression on Bian Xiaotian's face, Guo Dewei assumed that the other party was afraid, and was secretly delighted, so he shouted loudly.

Sheng Yun couldn't stand anyone humiliating his most respected master, and he roared in anger, "What did you say?!"

The people of the Jingjian Sect were overjoyed to see this.

They were just worried about not having a legitimate reason to fight, and now this arrogant kid has given them an excuse.

"Sheng Yun!"

Bian Xiaotian, still possessing the tiger's remaining power, raised his voice slightly, interrupting his disciple's surge of energy.

Then Bian Xiaotian closed his eyes and sighed softly, "Alright!"

"As you said, best two out of three!"

At this point, he had no choice but to trust his daughter's judgment!

Two days ago, the Bian family sword school received a challenge from the Jingjian Sect, but due to the time constraints, they did not have time to find help.

Left with no other choice, Bian Xiaotian asked Bian Jingxuan to find a senior she had her eye on.

"Haha, please, Director Bian!"

Guo Dewei was overjoyed, shook his head slightly, put away the folding fan in his hand, and headed towards the two chairs above the center of the arena.

"This battle isn't won by a best-of-three series, but as a team fight. If you're strong enough, you can take on three opponents at once!"

After listening, Liu Huan looked at the burly man standing behind Guo Dewei. He was at least 1.9 meters tall and probably weighed close to 120 kilograms.

At first glance, this doesn't look like someone practicing swordsmanship at all. If you said he was a body cultivator in a cultivation novel, Liu Huan wouldn't doubt it.

No wonder they dared to make such outrageous remarks; they must have come prepared.

"Li Yi, teach them a lesson!"

Li Yi was the burly man standing to Guo Dewei's right. He was dressed in a black dojo uniform, with a robust physique and bulging, muscular shoulders and back, exuding explosive power.

Modern society has extremely strict controls on knives; even sword clubs are not allowed to have sharpened weapons.

Li Yi picked up an unsharpened but gleaming iron sword, pointed it at the group from the Bian Clan Sword Hall, and grinned:

"Gentlemen, please enlighten me!"

"If you're too cowardly, you can let your crippled master fight me for a few rounds!"

"I'll go easy on him, I won't kill him, hahaha!"

The sword is the king of all weapons, known for its lightness and elegance, and emphasizes style and technique.

The skill level of swordsmanship, along with the swordsman's mindset and reaction, are the keys to victory.

Sheng Yun has only just entered the Sword Follows the Body Realm, but he has grown up under Bian Xiaotian's tutelage since childhood, and his cultivation of mental state far surpasses that of his peers.

But no matter what, he was still a hot-blooded young man. He easily lost his temper and became impulsive when he heard others looking down on his most respected master.

He stood with his sword in his arms, gazing at the burly man in the center of the arena, his eyes flashing with a cold glint.

"Master, let me go first!"

Bian Xiaotian nodded slightly, and then Sheng Yun drew his sword and stood in the center of the martial arts arena.

Please enlighten me!

After exchanging sword salutes, the two sides tested each other.

Sheng Yun is, after all, still a young man. If a young man isn't passionate, will he end up shedding tears in vain when he's old?

Reaching the level where the sword moves with the body means that the person has mastered the sword moves by heart, and each move can be completed without conscious thought, relying solely on the muscles of the body.

Seeing that his opponent remained unmoved, Sheng Yun used the "Blocking the River and Intercepting the Sword" technique from the Bian family sword style. After slightly gathering his strength, the tip of his sword shone like light and pierced straight into his heart in the blink of an eye.

Li Yi showed no fear, a cold smile on his face. He raised his sword to deflect Sheng Yun's most powerful first sword strike, and the two immediately engaged in a fierce battle.

In a short period of time, the situation remains difficult to resolve.

But anyone with eyes could see that Sheng Yun's momentum was gradually waning and he was slowly being suppressed.

"Go, Senior Brother Sheng Yun!"

Bian Jingxuan's face flushed red, her fists clenched and waved in the air to cheer her on, her ponytail swaying from side to side like a rattle drum, and her round, pearly chin gave her an elegant and refined air.

The girl who dropped out of high school sat next to Liu Huan with a blank expression, seemingly without any inhibitions.

Zhuang Zhixuan, with a stern face, as if from an ancient relic, asked, "Who do you think will win?"

Liu Huan stroked his chin and smiled slightly. "Who do you want to win?"

"I definitely want my senior brother to win, but unfortunately, although he is incredibly talented and no less so than Master was in his youth, he started cultivating too late."

"I'm afraid my senior brother will lose this round!"

"That's not necessarily true!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Huan shook his head.

Swordsmen clashing is a perilous affair.

However, this kind of performance-style fighting, which poses no real danger to life, can actually determine a winner in a short time.

Because both sides are willing to go all in without hesitation, unleashing their sharpest attack.

In this way, although there is a significant difference in their strength, they can bridge the gap by giving their all.

"drink!!"

A loud shout rang out in the martial arts arena!

Soon, a body flew heavily off the center of the arena and landed in front of Zhuang Zhixuan.

She paused slightly when she saw the face of the person who had fallen to the ground.

An expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes!