After my Taoist partner was destroyed, the fairy who coveted me took action

Woohoo——

A dull horn sounded, reminding the two warriors that it was time to enter.

Yu Xiaoyan watched Qing Yueqiu come to the duel arena with a glazed sword in hand, and was somewhat curious as to why her senior sister was so confident.

She looked towards the opposite side of Qing Yueqiu. Walking towards her was a giant man with a physique like an iron tower and a giant bear, a standard body-cultivating cultivator. In his hand was dragging an exaggerated heavy sword as wide as the trunk of an ancient tree.

A seemingly frail silver-haired girl and a giant humanoid man with a physique comparable to that of a monster.

The exaggerated physique difference between the two was extremely visually impactful, making the cheers of the audience in the duel even louder.

"Zhao Wenping from Longyin Sword House, I have long heard of the fame of your master, Hanyang Sword Immortal, and have come to learn the swordsmanship of the Sword Immortal's top disciple."

Zhao Wenping thrust the heavy sword into the ground, then bowed to Qing Yueqiu.

"The cold palace sword house is clear and autumn."

Qing Yueqiu also said his name, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I am not proficient in martial arts, and cannot be called Master's disciple. I cannot perform even one ten-thousandth of the Sword Immortal's sword."

Zhao Wenping twisted his neck, which was as thick as an ordinary person's thigh, and it made a sound like popping beans.

"I hope you are really being modest. The swordplay of our Longyin Sword House emphasizes big swings and big slashes, and killing without discrimination. If you are not good at this, I suggest you give up the competition to avoid any accidents."

Qing Yueqiu shook his head. "No need. Although I am not very good at martial arts and am an inferior disciple of the Sword Immortal, no one can stand up to me in the sect competition."

"Even the true disciple of Saint Chen is not good enough?"

"No."

Zhao Wenping couldn't help but sneer. He thought the female cultivator in front of him had an extraordinary temperament and must be admirable. He didn't expect it to be like this -

"arrogant!"

thump—

As a huge Honglü bell in the clouds was struck, a panicky sound was emitted.

The fighting officially began.

Zhao Wenping took a step forward, leaving deep footprints on the hard granite floor as if it were soft mud. The next moment, his huge body pressed down on the slender figure in front of him like a giant python pouncing on its prey.

slam-la-

The blade of the heavy sword rubbed against the ground at high speed, creating sparks and smoke along the way. The closer it got to the enemy, the stronger the murderous sword energy became.

It was as if this bloodthirsty sword couldn't wait to see the enemy being chopped into pieces.

Yu Xiaoyan, who was watching the fight, couldn't help but break out in a sweat. To be honest, she didn't think she could handle this powerful heavy sword head-on.

"Senior Sister, why don't you dodge with your sword and avoid the sharp edge in mid-air?"

As the heavy sword, which was larger than the silver-haired girl, gradually approached, the noisy audience held their breath.

In their opinion, Qing Yueqiu must not be a physical cultivator, but this woman did not dodge or evade. Could it be that she wanted to take the fierce blow of the heavy sword head-on?

They were both at the peak of the Golden Core stage. Was she crazy to use her own weaknesses to confront her opponent's strengths? What did her master tell her?

"You are really--so arrogant!"

Zhao Wenping was completely enraged by the indifference in the silver-haired girl's eyes. He exerted force with his arms as thick as ancient trees, and his waist and core, using the strength of his whole body to swing the heavy sword. The bloody energy gathered at the tip of the sword, vaguely transforming into a skeleton blood dragon.

He rushed towards the delicate woman head-on!

The fifth move of Dragon Roar Sword Technique——Blood Dragon Sword Roar!

Zhao Wenping's eyes were red with blood veins running through them, and he used his most violent killing move on his fellow disciples without any scruples.

Qing Yueqiu clenched the hilt of the sword with five fingers, took a deep breath, and the white cold air exhaled from his mouth and nose turned into frost visible to the naked eye in the air.

The sword is unsheathed, and a cold light pierces out!

hum-

The sharp sound of swords suddenly rang out in the silent field.

Zhao Wenping looked at the bright cold light that was less than a hair's distance away from his eyebrows. He swallowed his saliva, and the murderous intent in his eyes dissipated under the icy cold that froze his soul, and his eyes became clear.

One sword defeats the enemy and the outcome is decided.

boom--

The heavy sword was thrown to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"I surrender."

Zhao Wenping was not stupid. The silver-haired girl in front of him was much better at swordsmanship than him. She hit his fatal point with one sword. There was no need to continue competing.

There is a huge gap in the understanding of the sword.

With Zhao Wenping's sudden defeat, there was silence for a moment, and then thunderous cheers broke out.

Qing Yueqiu put the Liuying Sword into the scabbard and turned to leave.

She remained calm and showed no emotion at all because of her victory. She looked like a standard swordsman who practiced the Supreme Forgetful Sword.

But only she herself knows how strong her passion is.

"I wonder if Master has gotten up yet..."

"After Master gets up, there is no breakfast to eat. Should I send some back?"

…………

Pei Yuhan opened his eyes groggily, feeling as if he had a hangover the night before.

"Hmm... I was careless. I didn't expect Qingyue Qiu's sword bone physique to react to my pure Yang true energy, and it actually took the initiative to siphon it..."

Facing his “hungry” beloved disciple, what else could Pei Yuhan do? Of course, he had to let her do what she wanted.

So Pei Yuhan was directly sucked unconscious. It was hard to imagine that Qing Yueqiu's physique could accommodate such a huge amount of spiritual energy.

Of course, what is giving Pei Yuhan the most headache right now is——

Qing Yueqiu might know how I taught her my skills last night.

Pei Yuhan looked at his neatly dressed body and gave a wry smile. He was not wearing any clothes when he fainted.

In other words, Qingyueqiu helped me put on this dress.

Ah, it's so embarrassing for my disciples to see you in such an embarrassing state.

Do you want to go back to Hangong Sword Mansion to accompany Li Yuan and stay away from her for a few days?

No, I am this girl's master and I am an upright person, why should I hide? People who don't know would think I did something wrong...

Pei Yuhan looked at the ceiling blankly, thinking wildly.

Just then, the noise in the living room outside the door attracted Pei Yuhan's attention.

"Bai Jingjing, what are you doing?"

"I'm watching the fighting match on the Communication Crystal! It's all your fault, you lazy pig. You slept until almost noon and couldn't take me to watch it live."

Bai Jingjing's tone was full of complaints. She now felt that her master was becoming more and more despicable.

"..."

Pei Yuhan was still a little tired and had no energy to argue with the female ghost, so he simply ignored her.

But Bai Jingjing, who had clearly vowed never to talk to Pei Yuhan again, couldn't help feeling lonely and took the initiative to ask, "Aren't you curious about whether your two disciples won or not?"

"Of course they won. After all, they are my disciples."

"Tsk, why are you so arrogant... Sword Spirits should be able to accept disciples, right? I want to have disciples too, and my disciples must be better than yours!"

"You don't even have hands and feet, what kind of disciples can you teach? The souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"

"..."

Chapter 108: Such a strong opponent... I almost fought seriously

"Sister, you are amazing! Even though you were seriously injured last night, you still managed to make it through all the levels and make it to the top four. You are not as good as me, your junior sister, who was eliminated in the top eight."

"You are the only one among the top eight who is at the early stage of the Golden Core. With such potential and strength, you no longer need a ranking in the sect competition to prove yourself. When I was at your level of cultivation, I admitted that I was not as good as you."

Yu Xiaoyan did not respond to her senior sister's words of comfort.

She sat in front of Qing Yueqiu, kicking her feet, and suddenly said with a smile: "Senior sister, I always feel that you are stronger today than before you were injured. Could it be that when Master was healing you last night, he taught you some magical skill!

Damn Master, you are so biased. I want to ask Master to heal my wounds and teach me skills tonight!"

When Qing Yueqiu, who had a calm expression, heard that her junior sister also wanted to find the master to teach her skills, her scarlet eyes flashed with panic, her fingers subconsciously grabbed the dress at her hips, and she shouted: "No!"

"why not?"

Yu Xiaoyan tilted her head and smiled, the expression between her eyebrows seemed to say:

Senior sister, you are really exposed. Master must have done something to you last night, that’s why you are so strong today!

Qing Yueqiu also realized that she seemed to have confessed something, but she still wanted her junior sister to give up the idea of ​​looking for the master to teach her skills.

after all……

The master's teaching, that posture... what's the difference between that and that of a Taoist couple? This kind of cultivation method that damages one's innocence should be borne by the elder sister alone, and you, the junior sister, should not get involved!

Yu Xiaoyan watched with interest as Qing Yueqiu kept explaining in front of her, "How hard it is for the master to teach the skills" and "As a disciple, we must be independent and self-reliant and not cause trouble for him."

But the more she said so, the more I wanted to give it a try!

Yu Xiaoyan has already decided that she must go find her master and ask him to teach her martial arts!

On the one hand, Yu Xiaoyan wanted to improve herself too much, but on the other hand, she had to have what her senior sister had!

Woohoo——

The dull and majestic sound of the war horn drowned out the argument between the two sisters.

The sound of the war horn made by the ancient monster's horn rang out, symbolizing the official start of the semi-finals.

Yu Xiaoyan looked at Qing Yueqiu and said, "Let's talk about the issue of Master's power transmission later. Right now, Senior Sister's promotion match is more important."

Qing Yueqiu nodded. She had come this far, so of course she had to go all out and aim for the top spot in the sect competition.

Under the watchful eyes of his junior sister, Qing Yueqiu arrived at the duel arena for the semi-final qualifying match.

Coming towards him was an elegant young man holding a black and white Go chess piece in his hand. He saluted Qing Yueqiu gracefully and introduced himself first: