"The fighting routes and lists are displayed on both sides of the arena. There will be a total of three rounds, with each match lasting no more than half a shichen (approximately one hour). Killing is not allowed, but anything else is permitted. Let the Qingying Group begin first."

The Yuheng Sect Leader was a woman in a large red Daoist robe, carrying the Life Flame Sword burning with golden flames on her back, cross-legged and suspended in the main seat of the Linquan Palace.

Beside her were two elders accompanying her in judging.

Sixteen people entered the arena together.

They were divided into pairs randomly, and then the remaining eight would continue until the last two, who would decide the first and second place.

The Wumian Sword Sect was all dressed in green, the Suiyue Gate in all white, the Qingmu Sword Sect uniformly in blue, and the Yuheng Sect all in red skirts, all female.

All four groups were teenagers and girls no older than nineteen.

Li Cheng颐 mixed in with them, his expression calm. He held the Dingyuan Sword given to him by Kui Ling, and the white antlers were slightly longer than before.

This made him somewhat eye-catching in the crowd.

Swish!

In an instant, beams of red light descended from the sky, drawing the assigned opponents closer in pairs.

"Bailu, I'm counting on you!!" Bai He shouted as he was being pulled away.

"Senior Brother Bailu is the strongest! Qingkong is second!" Qiu Chen shouted along.

"Shut up! He's far inferior to Senior Brother Qingkong!" Zhao Yuan interrupted her unhappily.

"..." Li Cheng颐 allowed the red light to pull him, drawing him together with another blue-robed disciple.

It was someone from the Qingmu Sword Sect.

A pretty female disciple with thick eyebrows and big eyes, her eyes revealing a sense of foolishness and innocence.

"It's you!! I will avenge Senior Sister!!" The female disciple, upon seeing Li Cheng颐, couldn't help but feel the anger in her heart. Without saying a word, she made a sword gesture.

Swoosh!

The long sword she carried on her back suddenly came out of its sheath, flying towards Li Cheng颐.

Clang!!!

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The long sword broke into two pieces in front of Li Cheng頤, falling to the ground with a crisp clatter.

Li Cheng颐 still stood there, unchanged, as if he hadn't even moved.

And he indeed hadn't moved.

A semi-transparent wisdom sword slowly faded and disappeared beside him, and everything returned to calm.

Only the girl's bewildered and frightened gaze remained.

"So strong!!?" After assessing the situation, she immediately raised her hand. "I concede!"

The change in her expression was so fast that even Li Cheng颐 couldn't react in time.

"Winner, Wumian Sword Sect—Bailu!" The female disciple of the Yuheng Sect announced loudly.

The match had ended in just five seconds.

This speed immediately made the already eye-catching Li Cheng頤 even more noticeable.

The Yuheng Sect disciples who were watching all turned their gazes here and began to ask about Li Cheng颐's identity and background in low voices.

"Very skilled Wumian Sword Art, and used with the wisdom sword... Judging from his cultivation, it should be between the second and third level of the Sacred Spirit Art. Not bad for his age." The Yuheng Sect Leader glanced at Li Cheng頤 and gave her assessment.

"That's Kui Ling's adopted son. After that incident two years ago, Kui Ling quickly adopted a boy from outside, and that's him."

One of the Yuheng Sect elders explained in a low voice.

"Although not as good as Huo Qingkong, he can still be considered a genius. It seems that the Wumian Sword Sect has reached a period of prosperity." Another elder said in a low voice.

"Judging from his expression, he should still have hidden strength, but I wonder how much he's hiding."

"The Qingying Group on the Qingmu Sword Sect's side also has opponents. Zhao Chi of the Zhao family of the Four Clans has good strength and talent. His cultivation is one level higher than this Bailu. There should be a good fight between the two of them." Someone from the deacon's side spoke up.

The Yuheng Sect Leader just nodded slightly, and the elders no longer spoke.

For them, children at this level were only just beginning their cultivation journey.

The people of the Suiyue Gate had expected Li Cheng頤's performance and were not surprised. They were the quietest group.

Yun Ling, the leading elder of the Wumian Sword Sect, stroked his beard and smiled as he looked at the Qingmu Sword Sect's side.

"This child Bailu is a little too hasty in his performance. When dealing with people from the Qingmu Sword Sect, you have to slowly grind them down."

The accompanying deacons twitched slightly.

They knew that Elder Yun Ling's subtext was to slowly torture them.

Yun Ling had his heart meridians injured by an elder of the Qingmu Sword Sect in his early years, causing his cultivation to stagnate for decades and delaying his best time for cultivation breakthrough. Naturally, he hated them quite a bit.

The Qingmu Sword Sect had more accompanying people, and at this time, everyone's expression was ugly. One deacon signaled the female disciple to go offstage to check her injuries. The others gathered around Ding Zou and whispered something.

Clang!

A crisp sound exploded in another arena separated by a light membrane not far away.

A Qingmu Sword Sect youth with short, deep purple hair was holding a sword in one hand, actually forcing Zhao Yuan, who was in front of him, to kneel on the ground with bent knees.

Zhao Yuan's pretty face was flushed, and the Qi and blood in her whole body were surging wildly, but she just couldn't stand up.

"Xu Tusheng, cute little thing, remember my name." The purple-haired youth said with a strange smile, suddenly exerting force, and a green light exploded from his sword again.

The green light broke Zhao Yuan's long sword, and then heavily struck her already slightly undulating chest.

Bang!!

She flew backwards, hit the red light curtain, and rolled down. She vomited a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Blood stains seeped out of her chest, and she couldn't get up anymore.

"You bastard...!"

Zhao Yuan tried hard to get up, but she couldn't get up after several attempts. The bloodshot in her eyes became more and more, and she stared at the other party desperately.

"How did you get selected as one of the Qingying Four of the Wumian Sword Sect when you're so weak?" The purple-haired youth walked up to her and raised a sneer.

"Okay, Xu Tusheng, don't waste time." A stern-looking, strong youth with a lion-like messy golden hair said from a light-filled grid not far away.

"Okay. Brother Zhao Chi has spoken, so I'll let it go this time, little trash. Consider yourself lucky." Xu Tusheng suddenly kicked Zhao Yuan in the abdomen, kicking her to roll out and hit the light curtain a second time.

But Zhao Yuan still didn't admit defeat.

If she didn't admit defeat and hadn't completely lost her combat power, she could continue to fight.

"Ah!!" She gritted her teeth and actually slowly stood up, leaning against the light curtain to steady herself.

"Instant Prison!!" Raising her hand again, the green light burst out. This was the sword in the second sword pouch.

The sword turned into a green light, blasting toward Xu Tusheng at the speed of sound.

But... the green light hit the semi-air in front of Xu Tusheng, the speed trembling down, being blocked by a blue light membrane, sticking to it.

Then.

Clang!

Another blue blade flashed past.

The green light was divided into two, and the second sword followed suit, breaking into two pieces, falling to the ground, and losing its fluorescent light.

The trace of the wisdom sword condensed on it was broken, and Zhao Yuan couldn't help but turn pale and vomit another mouthful of blood.

She looked at the broken sword on the ground, and finally showed despair in her eyes.

At this moment, she hurriedly turned her head to look at her eldest brother Huo Qingkong.

Huo Qingkong shook his head slightly at her, signaling her to admit defeat.

"You Wumian Sword Sect only has one Qingkong Sword, aren't the rest still trash?" Xu Tusheng's voice came again.

"You're just lucky. If Huo Qingkong was in our Qingmu Sword Sect, his achievements would definitely be far stronger than they are now!" Xu Tusheng was still trash-talking.

While he was talking, he was looking at Li Cheng頤's side.

The coldness revealed in his eyes was completely unlike what a teenager could have.

Seeing this, Li Cheng頤 knew that the Qingmu Sword Sect was eyeing him, probably because he had passed through Shangqing City last time and killed a few of their people, which angered them.

"Admit defeat, Zhao Yuan." Immediately, he also spoke to Zhao Yuan.

At this time, Zhao Yuan was obviously implicated by him. The other party should be a large family disciple who had practiced hard since childhood, and did not start practicing foundation building exercises after becoming a direct disciple, unlike their Four Little Swords.

"Don't mind me!!" Zhao Yuan suddenly turned her head and shouted at Li Cheng頤.

"I'm not trash!!" Her legs trembling, she leaned against the light curtain and desperately supported her body.

Click.

The teeth in her mouth were actually cracked.

"But you're just weak." Xu Tusheng raised his eyebrows in confusion and was a little impatient. "If I couldn't kill, do you think you would still have a chance to call out here?"

He suddenly took a quick step, bending over and rushing towards Zhao Yuan.

'Peerless Sword Dao·Pingtíng!'

The blue blade suddenly slashed out, instantly turning into blue lightning, falling towards Zhao Yuan's lower body.

This guy was deliberately attacking dirty!

And this move of Peerless Sword Dao originally borrowed the meaning of the Wumian Sword Art's fast sword, and the speed was also very fast.

In an instant.

Zhao Yuan was filled with shame and anger, frantically moving her body to avoid the vital points, and then the wisdom sword condensed, was held in her hand and slashed forward.

At the critical moment, she actually used a desperate move to hurt both sides.

But unfortunately...

Bang!

The blue light pierced Zhao Yuan's abdomen, bringing out a piece of blood.

The wisdom sword in her hand was easily avoided by Xu Tusheng.

"Tch, trash." The purple-haired youth stood in place disdainfully, spit, looked at Zhao Yuan, who was completely unable to get up and was seriously injured, and was too lazy to pay attention to it.

"Winner, Qingmu Sword Sect, Xu Tusheng!" The female disciple of the Yuheng Sect shouted loudly.

The light curtain dispersed.

Xu Tusheng ignored the unpleasant gazes of the surrounding women and turned his head to look at Li Cheng颐 again unscrupulously.

"Next, it's you! I will avenge Senior Sister Yue Shan!"

Clang!!

At this moment, Li Cheng頤's pupils were cold, and a golden light shot out from his waist.

The golden light was like a rainbow, passing through the distance at a terrifying speed far exceeding Xu Tusheng's reaction, and landed on him with a bang.

"Instant Prison."

"Single Blade."

Li Cheng頤 gently opened his mouth at this time, and the golden light returned to the sword pouch at a high speed.

Puchi!!

Xu Tusheng opened his mouth wide, and the blue long sword in his hand had just been raised halfway, and everything was over.

A spot of blood in the center of his chest seeped out rapidly.

Then bang!!

A large piece of blood exploded, and there was a fist-sized blood hole in his chest.

"How could you!?" Xu Tusheng was covered in sweat, slowly looked down at his chest.

The pain and disbelief made him feel like he was in a dream for a while, and he couldn't believe the facts before him.

He knew that he was weaker than the other party, but he never thought that he wouldn't even be able to take one sword…

What was even more critical was that none of the Yuheng Sect female disciples and deacons around took action to stop him.

"How can the Wumian Sword Sect manage its disciples if it takes action without authorization and destroys the rules of the arena? Don't the people of the Yuheng Sect care?!" The leading elder of the Qingmu Sword Sect, Fú Yúnzi, said sternly in a bad tone.

"Not an example." The female elder of the Yuheng Sect, who maintained the rules of the arena, glanced at Xu Tusheng with disgust and said casually.

"Humph." Fú Yúnzi snorted coldly, but strangely did not speak again.

"Take Ah Sheng down for treatment." Instead, the golden-haired youth who had spoken before stood up to direct.

Several people from the Qingmu Sword Sect quickly stepped forward and carried Xu Tusheng down.

The youth was Zhao Chi, the first genius of the Zhao family of the Qingmu Sword Sect.

He gave Li Cheng頤 a cold look.

"Not bad sword, I'll come and learn it later."

They had studied the sword that Bailu killed Yue Shan in Shangqing City, so they were not surprised by the power of the shot just now.

According to the assessment, Bailu's strength was stronger than Xu Tusheng's. In addition, with the sneak attack, the result was naturally destined.

What really surprised them was that Li Cheng颐 would openly attack in front of everyone, and still in an almost sneaky way.

The people from the Wumian Sword Sect also quickly stepped forward and carried Zhao Yuan down.

When passing by Li Cheng颐, Zhao Yuan spit out a few broken teeth and tried to look away, not daring to look at him.

(End of this chapter)