I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

Their strategy from the beginning was to steal the sword.

The Changming Sect only has three sword cultivators. Who would want to face off against five sword cultivators head-on? Whether this sneak attack will succeed depends entirely on Xue Yu.

Seeing that the two had succeeded, and before Zhu You's vicious sword light could arrive, Xue Yu was not going to stay and draw this hatred. The young man quickly raised his hand, flipped off the stage, and said, "I admit defeat."

They walked swiftly.

This is his only function as a pill refiner.

It's much easier for two sword cultivators who have lost their natal swords to fight.

Mingxuan rolled over, and with Xue Yu gone, he grinned: "Come on, come on, do you think your grandpa's afraid of you?"

With four talismans in hand, Ming Xuan strode lightly on the breeze. In the blink of an eye, several talismans appeared behind Zhu You. Her expression hardened, and she grabbed Ming Xuan, trying to slam him to the ground. However, her movements were uncontrollably restrained. A vein throbbed on her forehead, and the sword wind felt like nails firmly driven into Ming Xuan's shoulder.

Mingxuan clutched the wound on his shoulder, and with his free hand, he threw down a formation talisman. As soon as Zhu You broke free of the talisman's restraints, she took a step, and a special formation mark rose up beneath her feet, firmly trapping her inside the killing formation.

She gritted her teeth, "Mingxuan."

That damned talisman cultivator!!!

"Can a talisman cultivator really fight a sword cultivator to a standstill?"

"If the venue is large enough and the talisman cultivator is skilled in agility and evasion, it is possible."

Otherwise, they would normally need someone to protect them.

There's a reason why Mingxuan gets beaten up by sword cultivators every time he provokes someone. He likes to walk up to people when he provokes them, so who else would he hit if not you?

Not only was Zhu You going crazy, but Ye Qinghan was also on the verge of being repeatedly poisoned by the Changming Sect.

Ye Qiao took away the Broken Water Sword, so Ye Qinghan could only replace it with the long-lost Xuan Sword. He had never been so emotionally stimulated by someone before, not even Yun Que's betrayal had made him lose his mind.

Damn it, Ye Qiao!

Let him die.

A chilling light flashed in the boy's eyes, enveloping the entire platform beneath his feet. His aura visibly surged, brimming with killing intent. The silver sword in his hand, carrying a terrifying sword wind, slashed fiercely towards her head.

Ye Qiao quickly sprang away from her position. As the sword swung, the air whistled as it moved, and the sword almost stabbed her in the waist. Ye Qiao exclaimed, "How ruthless."

Then he launched a fierce counterattack. The Broken Water Sword felt cool to the touch and was somewhat similar to the Sword of the Unseen Lord in terms of control. Spirit swords were incomparable to ordinary Xuan swords. The power of Broken Water Sword was beyond the reach of ordinary spirit swords.

Two similar sword energies collided, causing a slight numbness in the tiger's mouth. Ye Qinghan took two steps back, his lips pressed into a line, glaring fiercely at her, "That's the sword technique of our Sword Inquiry Sect."

"Really?" Ye Qiao smiled. "Don't worry about it, don't worry about it. I just found it useful and started using it."

Ye Qinghan looked at her as if she were a dead person. He realized that once he encountered Ye Qiao, even the most composed person would lose all rationality.

There was a lot of discussion below.

"Ye Qiao and Ye Qinghan should have a fight? There's no skill involved between them, it's all about personal grudges."

The main reason was that they couldn't stand each other, and they were bound to fight sooner or later. The individual match wasn't really a contest to determine a winner, and they ended up dying together.

Ye Qiao's actions are not things that a normal person would do.

First, he snatched someone's sword, then used that sword to attack them, and finally, in a cheeky manner, he demonstrated the Sword Inquiry Sect's sword techniques to his opponent.

Duan Yu stroked his chin and praised, "The performance was quite good; even the sword energy was accurate."

It's really hard to stay calm.

They used your sword to hit you and then provoked you.

"Such a strong killing intent." Xie Chuxue leaned back, observing Ye Qinghan's reaction. "Xiao Qiao has completely enraged him."

It's best to keep a low profile when fighting against others.

It's never a good choice to provoke your opponent.

But Ye Qiao is too despicable.

Xie Chuxue admired this.

Suppressing her anger, Ye Qinghan poured her sword energy into the Xuan Sword. How could an ordinary Xuan Sword withstand the sword energy of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator? Ye Qiao didn't even need to exert much force. With the first move of the Qingfeng Technique, the Xuan Sword made a crisp breaking sound and shattered into pieces. Her eyes brightened slightly, and she pressed her advantage, kicking Ye Qinghan to the edge of the arena twice in a row.

The water flow was interrupted, forming a water dragon that roared towards Ye Qinghan.

Just as it was about to bite off the person's head, the water dragon suddenly disappeared.

Hmm.

Seeing this, Ye Qiao decisively switched back to "I Will Not See You".

Duan Shui didn't actually make a move. Ye Qinghan felt a little better after that. The young man stared expressionlessly at the Xuan Sword shattered by Ye Qiao's sword, his suppressed rage reaching its peak. "Ye Qiao, do you want to die?"

Ye Qiao did not answer.

Knowing that Ye Qinghan might have a backup plan, she was too lazy to argue with him anymore and unleashed the first five moves of the Qingfeng Technique one after another.

There is no way to avoid it.

Zhu You wanted to help, but she was trapped in the killing formation by that bastard Ming Xuan and couldn't get out. She said coldly, "Zuo Yi, Xia Qing, you two go help Senior Brother."

Zhu You usually takes on the role of commander in the team. Upon hearing her speak, the two sword cultivators who were locked in combat with Zhou Xingyun decisively sheathed their swords.

Zhou Xingyun is difficult to deal with; the two of them, both at the Nascent Soul stage, are struggling to handle him. They thought that their senior brother would have no problem dealing with Ye Qiao, but upon closer inspection, they realized that...

"Senior Brother," Xia Qing asked, "Where's your sword?"

Ye Qinghan: "..."

"It was robbed by bandits from the Changming Sect!" Chu Xingzhi was furious.

Xia Qing was stunned for a moment: "Huh? That's not fair. No one would steal their opponent's natal sword during a competition, right?" At least, such a thing had never happened during their Sword Sect competitions.

"It's just a tactic." Mu Chongxi raised an eyebrow at them upon hearing this. "Ye Qiao's sword is in her hands. If you're so capable, why don't you go and snatch it from her?"

His words gave the two members of the Sword Inquiry Sect enough inspiration. They exchanged a glance, then flew forward to snatch the sword from Ye Qiao's hand.

The eldest brother also said that when the fight breaks out, Ye Qiao should be taken down first.

It would be quite difficult to snatch the sword from Ye Qiao, but the two cooperated exceptionally well, and their sword moves were perfectly synchronized.

Ye Qiao finally understood why the two dared to fight their senior brother; they had something to rely on.

The intertwining of cyan and gold sword winds exuded a chilling aura.

"Two sword energies can be used together?" Elder Zhao had never seen anything like it before. "What kind of swords are these two using?"

Compared to the other three, the two disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect seemed to have little presence, and their performance in individual competitions was even more mediocre.

"Their spirit swords are a pair. One green and one yellow. The Azure Sky Sword and the Yellow Springs Sword." Duan Yu narrowed his eyes. "How about it? Sounds awesome, right? Together, they're practically unbeatable."

With the two swords working together, even Ye Qiao's rapid-fire precognitive inheritance was somewhat overwhelming.

No wonder it's said that the two of them are mediocre individually, and would have a hard time escaping if they team up.

She pondered for a moment, but did not see him change his form, nor did he follow the different sword techniques and moves of the two.

The unique situation of not being able to see you gave Ye Qiao a great deal of room to maneuver.

Ye Qiao knows more than one sword technique. When he went to the place of inheritance left by the patriarch and his predecessors, he was beaten up by each patriarch individually. He had already mastered it by heart and even made sound effects when he used it.

Each time a move was used, the elders of the five major sects would let out two screams.

"That's the sword technique of our Yueqing Sect."

"Those are our Chengfeng Sect's opening stance and defensive techniques!"

"Who taught them?!" The sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect roared in anger.

Duan Yu remained expressionless. "We didn't teach her that."

Ye Qiao, that little brat, had previously learned from other sects, but none of them were as precise as this, to the point that it was exactly the same.

This level of proficiency can only be achieved through deliberate instruction.

So who taught them?

The sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect fell into a brief moment of deep thought.

As they were talking, with the help of the twins, one of them struck Ye Qiao's wrist from behind. Taking advantage of the slight loosening of Ye Qiao's grip, Xia Qing snatched the sword away without realizing that the sharp edge of Jun's sword could cut through her hand.

Seeing this, the twins finally showed a slightly relaxed expression, and couldn't wait to say, "Get her out of the game!"

If you don't have your own signature sword, then you should eliminate her as soon as possible.

Ye Qiao admired their relaxed expressions, then drew a light and swift sword, the Shadow Blade, from her storage pouch. A pale purple light appeared on the blade, and she said insincerely, "It's so sad. My sword is gone just like that."

"But it's alright." Ye Qiao's sorrowful expression vanished, replaced by a bright smile as she snapped her fingers and tilted her head. "I still have four swords left. Are you going to take them one by one?"

owe.

That's fucking infuriating.

No wonder it was so easy to snag one.

So Ye Qiao was just playing them for a fool the whole time.