These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"Hey bird, come here for a second, I need to talk to you."

The sound seemed to come from the golden sky.

It sounded extremely cold and chilling, making people shiver when they heard it.

The crane broke out in a cold sweat and immediately shouted.

"Yes... Master, I'm coming..."

Then he glanced at the girl.

Luo Beihuang looked at the crane with pity.

"Take care, Lord He."

The crane seemed to be heading in the direction of the old woman with a death wish.

Luo Beihuang was left alone.

The girl thought for a moment.

"Openly not, but secretly is okay... So when? Hmm... It's all his fault. He said he was coming to see me, but he never came! What a liar!"

-

"Aaaaaaah... Tch!"

As soon as Wei Tu stepped out of the courtyard, she sneezed loudly.

He rubbed his nose.

"What's going on? This shouldn't be happening..."

I seem to be sneezing a bit more often lately.

Mu Xitong, standing nearby, sneered, "What else could it be? You must have done too many bad things. Just a reminder to be a decent human being from now on."

Wei Tu glanced at Mu Xitong.

"Sister Xitong, that's not very kind of you. I've helped you for so long, and you think I'm that kind of person?"

"Oh? So you're some kind of good person after all?"

"A good person will not tell the world that he is a good person; he will just remain unknown and silently endure the gossip and malicious looks of others."

"Snapped."

Mu Xitong slapped the boy on the back of the head in a fit of anger.

"You really know how to pat yourself on the back. Hurry up, or you'll be late."

The group soon arrived at the trial grounds of Lu Chenzong.

At this moment, there are already many people around, including quite a few who have been eliminated but still want to see a high-level competition among young people.

The disciples of Lu Chen Sect were all looking forward to seeing a spectacular duel, hoping it would benefit their own cultivation.

This also includes their opponents today; the disciples of Tianyi Water Pavilion have already gathered on the other side.

The group from Yuanjian Sect quickly arrived at the venue, and Wei Tu still appeared as carefree as ever.

"Are all members of Yuanjian Sect and Tianyi Water Pavilion present?"

An elder from Lu Chenzong asked.

"Everyone has arrived."

"Everyone's here."

"Then give me your order."

Qiao Zhiheng and Miao Miao's senior brother, Jing Yong, stepped forward and presented the list.

The wind blows across the flags at the edge of the open space, making them billow and flutter in the wind.

The wind stirred up the dust on the ground, and the pebbles shimmered with tiny sparkles in the sunlight as they rolled.

The elder with the white beard spoke in a loud voice.

"First, at Tianyi Water Pavilion, Jing Yong will face off against Qiao Zhiheng of Yuanjian Sect."

This is a situation that many people could have predicted.

The first to appear are not their trump cards, but they are all capable candidates, serving as the first step in testing the waters.

Murong Yuantai, who was watching the show from the sidelines, seemed to have forgotten the pain of being dominated by that carefree boy in the past, and pointed and commented on what was going on above.

"See, it's just like I said, isn't it?"

"So, Senior Brother Murong, what do you think will happen in the second battle?"

"Hehe, it's simple. Tianyi Water Pavilion will probably lose. They didn't win easily last round; it was all thanks to that junior brother named Miao Miao. As for Yuanjian Sect, Jiang Ying will probably be sent out in the second round to further wear down their strength, provided that Qiao Zhiheng doesn't choose to concede..."

"Huh? Admit defeat? I seem to remember that when we were beating you guys, Qiao Zhiheng admitted defeat right away, right?"

This brings us to Murong Yuantai's sad story.

He paused for a moment, then stammered.

"Ah... well, Qiao Zhiheng definitely knew he couldn't beat me! He was already at his limit, so he had even less chance of winning against me. If it weren't for Wei Tu instead..."

The person next to him laughed.

"It seems that wasn't the case back then. I heard that you, Senior Brother Murong, wanted to admit defeat but failed..."

"How could that be! We disciples of Nine Swords Mountain will die standing, not admitting defeat! Do you think we're as shameless as the Abyss Sword Sect?!"

As soon as Murong Yuantai finished speaking, he saw the young man on the side of the arena stretching lazily, and then seemed to notice him.

He smiled and waved.

Murong Yuantai smiled and nodded, but said something else.

"What are you showing off for! The Yuanjian Sect is going to lose sooner or later!" PS: This cold is really awful. Not only is my nose stuffy when I sleep, but I also feel hot when the air conditioner is on and cold when it's off. I feel like I'm dying.

96 I'm really going to make you cry!

The duel between Jing Yong and Qiao Zhiheng wasn't particularly exciting, but it was still a match of above-average skill.

Jing Yong's sword style is quite expansive and bold, giving off a reckless vigor.

Qiao Zhiheng, on the other hand, follows the type of skillful simplicity and profound understanding.

The clash between the two was like a needle against a wheat awn, yet it still caused quite a commotion on the open ground.

Jing Yong's powerful and sweeping moves kicked up dust on the arena, while Qiao Zhiheng had previously put his principles into practice.

Instead of immediately blunting their attacks, one should use one's own experience and solid foundation to withstand their fully-developed offensive.

Each sword strike seemed to tear through the air, leaving marks that could never be healed.

Qiao Zhiheng was also quite vigilant and fought back diligently, moving from one side of the arena to the other, which was quite normal in their duel.

The falling sword light and the marks left on the ground seemed to tell of the intense situation and the close strength of the two.

Mu Xitong, who was standing nearby, asked curiously.

“Wei Tu, Qiao Zhiheng’s skill level should be above Jing Yong’s, so why does he seem to be evenly matched with Jing Yong, and even appear to be at a disadvantage?”

Wei Tu looked at the tense situation and said calmly.

"Sister Xitong, you're not good at fighting, so you don't know. Actually, this kind of thing depends on personal style."

"I thought that personal style was defined by clothing."

"How could it be so shallow? Of course, it has its own style, like Jing Yong's aggressiveness. And its purpose from the start was very clear: to overwhelm Senior Brother Qiao from the very beginning, expose his weaknesses, and then press on with all its might. Senior Brother Qiao doesn't like to show off his strength right away, so it plays right into the opponent's hands. But fortunately, Senior Brother Qiao's level of skill and experience are enough to withstand it. So he can still hold on for now. Don't be fooled by the back-and-forth; the situation will start to change after less than ten rounds."

In fact, before Wei Tu had even finished speaking ten times, the situation changed dramatically.

"clang!!"

This was a powerful and heavy slash from Jing Yong's high leap.

The sword light surged so intensely that it seemed to bury Qiao Zhiheng entirely.

However, when the massive sword light landed, Qiao Zhiheng only took three steps back. He was not bound by the shackles of whether retreating during a sword fight was a loss of face.

After taking three steps, he dodged the opponent's attack. Having missed with this sword strike, Jing Yong tried to catch his breath and chase after Qiao Zhiheng, just like before.

Unfortunately, Jing Yong frowned as he suddenly realized that he was running out of energy.

In other words, the next sword strike slowed down for a brief moment, really just a very brief moment.

But Qiao Zhiheng keenly noticed it; he seemed to see through everything, in that very instant…

While the other party didn't have time to catch their breath, Qiao Zhiheng's breath was extremely abundant.

Jing Yong looked up, only to be surprised to find Qiao Zhiheng already standing in front of him.

He could only instinctively raise his longsword, but Qiao Zhiheng instantly flipped over and leaped up in front of him.

In a split second they brushed past each other, Jing Yong's greatsword kicked up a cloud of dust, and he already knew that Qiao Zhiheng had appeared behind him.

"boom!"

He wanted to admit his mistake and repent, but the moment he turned around, a tremendous force came from behind him.

Despite the pain in his shoulder, the moment he turned over, Qiao Zhiheng, like a leech, seized his weakest moment to deliver the heaviest and most real blow.

With each step, a shockwave erupted.

Jing Yong seemed unable to stop; he rolled over until there was nowhere left to retreat.

"Boom!!"

The sword plunged into the floor above his shoulder, leaving him with no way to dodge.

He looked up and saw Qiao Zhiheng panting and staring at him. Qiao Zhiheng was looking at him, and the bright light of the sword shimmered in his peripheral vision.

Its sharp edge was fully revealed.

Jing Yong sighed and closed his eyes.

"Get up."