Fairies, please don't talk to me about love

"Then I'll talk to you."

He knew Zhang Wan's character well and thought she would not tell anyone about it. Besides, even if she did, it wouldn't have much of an impact.

"That is a world without the concept of cultivating immortals..."

......

"Wait, you've lived this long and you never found a wife or anything?"

"No."

......

"That girl named Ling Yun is very important to you, right?"

"Well, I always treated her as my daughter."

......

As time passed, the distance between the two seemed to be a little closer, and Zhang Wan would occasionally say a few words about her own thoughts.

It was not until midnight that Zhang Wan reluctantly walked out of Ye Lingtian's room, completely unaware of Meng Wan hiding in the shadows.

Looking at Zhang Wan's back, Meng Wan clenched her fists.

Chapter 12 My

"In the first round, Ye Lingtian versus Zhang Zhong!"

Hearing that his name was the first one, Ye Lingtian nodded with satisfaction.

At the same time, Zhang Wan on the high platform also looked over. She really wanted to know how strong Ye Lingtian was.

. . .

"Miss, you have to fight for opportunities yourself. Even I can't force others. To be precise, I can, but I can't force him. His existence is very important to our family and even the entire cultivation world! If we make enemies with him now, unless we kill him on the spot, there will be endless troubles."

Wei Kun took a breath and continued, "Instead of being enemies, why not make friends? Even if we are not destined to be together, we can still be friends in the future, right?"

"But, I...I just want him!"

"Miss, you have to understand that everything in the world will not revolve around you alone."

In Meng Wan's boudoir, Wei Kun tried to persuade her earnestly.

Just this morning, Meng Wan found her and told her that she wanted to tie Ye Lingtian back to the Meng family and lock him in the basement so that he could only communicate with her.

This scared Wei Kun so much that Meng Wan refused to listen no matter what he said.

She probably knew why. She kept her eyes and ears open. Although she did not listen out of respect, she was always watching her young lady and knew what she had been through.

It’s so miserable.

"Miss, if you want it, you have to fight for it yourself, understand?"

. . .

"I am Zhang Zhong, and I would like to learn how powerful Master Ye is."

Zhang Zhong greeted him politely.

"Please don't show mercy, Master Ye!"

After saying that, he drew out the second-level spirit sword in his hand.

Ye Lingtian nodded and drew out the second-level spirit sword in his hand.

He bought this specifically for this competition, because the competition rules stipulated that only second-level spiritual weapons could be used.

This is fair, and avoids the situation where others crush you with artifacts.

"Please enlighten me."

Zhang Zhong rushed over quickly, while Ye Lingtian defended instead of attacked, standing in place and taking defensive actions.

"Flying dragon reaches out!"

The sword was stabbed at a tricky spot. Normally, this spot was not fatal, so no one would be specially prepared for it. Therefore, he could often attack by surprise and cause the opponent to lose some status.

But who is Ye Lingtian?

He had predicted this sword attack in advance, and when the two swords clashed, it was time to compare their strength.

Zhang Zhong's move was undoubtedly a more correct one. His cultivation was at the middle stage of foundation building. Normally, he should be able to defeat Ye Lingtian and gain an advantage.

“Good idea but it won’t work.”

Zhang Zhong only felt his hand lighten. It turned out that Ye Lingtian had drawn out the sword and then dodged sideways.

After he reacted, he was about to turn around and attack when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. Zhang Zhong knew that the game was over.

Ye Lingtian stood beside him as he half-knelt and whispered:

"This trick can be used against novices, but the correct approach is to actively withdraw and look for another weakness. No one out there will take on a challenge when they know their skills are inferior."

"Young Master Ye."

Zhang Zhong whispered:

"What sword technique did you use?"

Ye Lingtian did not answer and walked straight to the bottom of the arena.

"One day, I will defeat you!"

Zhang Zhong's eyes were full of Ye Lingtian's back. He had found his life goal, which was to surpass him!

. . .

Meng Wan and Wei Kun, who had returned to the private room, happened to see this scene.

Wei Kun felt sorry for the young man who made such bold statements on the stage.

When I first started kendo, I encountered the end of kendo.

How can it be such a bad word?

Meng Wan's eyes became increasingly dangerous.

The more sparkly he acted, the more she wanted it.

...

"Young Master Ye is indeed very powerful."

Zhang Wan, who arrived at his room one step ahead, congratulated Ye Lingtian as he entered.

"Why do I feel like I've come to the wrong place? This is not my room but yours?"

"Hmm~~ You know, this area was allocated to me by the clan leader, so it's not wrong to say that the house is mine."

Ye Lingtian naturally sat opposite her and asked:

"There are still a few rounds to go."

"Two rounds, the next round is the semi-finals."

"That's it..."

"Well, the afternoon is enough to finish the competition. Our Mr. Ye must win the championship~~~"

Ye Lingtian felt physically uncomfortable when hearing Zhang Wan's clip sound, and he even got goose bumps.

"Deacon Zhang, can you tell me about the remaining three contestants and their respective strengths?"

"Okay, the remaining three are all geniuses who have completed their foundation building."

Zhang Wan paused for a moment, then continued:

"Zhang Er and Zhang San are brothers, both good with knives. Then there is Zhang San Feng, who is good with fists and feet."

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"Semi-finals! Ye Lingtian versus Zhang Er!"

"Brother Ye, nice to meet you."

Zhang Er also greeted him in a very martial manner.

"I watched your competition this morning. You are very strong. So even if I am two realms older than you, I will still give it my all!"

"let's start."

Ye Lingtian drew out his big knife.

Zhang Er was a little surprised to see that he was not holding a sword.

Isn’t he a swordsman?

The two men drew their weapons to announce the start of the game, but they both stood still tacitly to defend instead of attack.

The scene was a little awkward for a while.

"Then I'll take the initiative."

Seeing that the other party was learning the method he used to fight the enemy in the morning, Ye Lingtian prepared to teach him a profound lesson.

Ye Lingtian dragged his sword as he moved forward quickly. Zhang Er knew that he could not hold back any longer and was finally about to attack.

My strength is greater than his, and I have the last word, so I will definitely win!

As long as he can withstand the first round of attacks, he will have an absolute advantage later!

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"I am the last descendant of the Raging Blade, and yet I was defeated by you so easily."

'If you can, please accept this.'

Seeing the man cutting off his own right arm, even Ye Lingtian, who had seen a lot of the world, couldn't help but admire him deeply.

"I no longer have the face to use this sword technique. I ask Brother Ling Tian to find another successor for it."

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The angry sword technique has a wild and violent sword shape. It can be said that this sword technique abandons all defenses and only seeks to quickly kill the enemy.

If Zhang Er hadn't learned from him, he wouldn't have planned to use this sword technique because it was too brutal.

Seeing Ye Lingtian entering the range, Zhang Er was delighted, victory was already in his grasp!

He glanced at Ye Lingtian's face, trying to remember his expression at the moment so as to compare it with his expression after defeat, and then he felt fear after taking a look.

Ye Lingtian drew his sword and slashed, each blow going straight to the vital points, forcing Zhang Er to passively defend himself.

Every time he tried to pull back and counterattack, he would be forced to defend again by the next attack.

This feeling of powerlessness in which he could only defend himself made him lose some of his fighting spirit.

Ye Lingtian swung from different directions one after another, forcing Zhang Er to the edge of the ring.

"Do you still want to resist?"

Ye Lingtian suppressed him and asked him if he wanted to admit defeat.

Zhang Er was very unhappy with this humiliating tone.

Finally, Ye Lingtian made a mistake in one of his knife movements, causing the knife to not be chopped out quickly, giving Zhang Er an opportunity.

Zhang Er dodged to the side, and just as he was imagining what Ye Lingtian's expression would be when a knife was pressed against his neck.

"you lose."

Zhang Er, who was supposed to stand beside Ye Lingtian and have the power over his life and death, was stunned.

At this moment, I was standing at attention with the knife behind my back, looking like a spirited young man standing at attention, which looked very funny.

"One fake move will expose your true form. Maybe you can continue practicing."

Ye Lingtian deliberately slowed down the movement of the knife, and then changed direction and chopped back in the opposite direction when Zhang Er dodged.