Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 133 Competition 1

The Ziyang Sword Sect's arena was constructed from massive boulders brought down from the summit of Wuhe Peak. The Sect Leader had originally split the boulders into neat sections with a single strike of his sword. Years of polishing had smoothed the originally sharp edges through the various duels.

Before Lin Qingyue entered the arena, he hadn't discovered what kind of magical weapon the Ziyang Sword Sect used to suppress their cultivation. As he stepped onto the stone surface, Lin Qingyue's expression changed slightly.

What kind of stone was this? Why did she feel like a force was sucking her down, making it so difficult for her to walk with the same ease she once had?

"Does Lin Qingyue need a wooden sword compared to Wang Bielin?"

"unnecessary."

"unnecessary."

Lin Qingyue's left hand had not yet recovered to the same strength as other parts of his body. The wooden sword felt different from the original iron sword, making it difficult to find the feeling of exerting force.

Lin Qingyue calmed down and looked at the young man who was fighting against her.

Wang Bielin had thick eyebrows and large eyes, with strong facial lines and naturally thin lips. He was wearing a coarse shirt, revealing half of his wheat-colored, muscular forearms. He looked at Lin Qingyue warily.

Similarly, Lin Qingyue was also looking at him.

After greeting each other, the two sides began the competition.

Almost at the same time, both men attacked each other.

The moment their fists collided, Lin Qingyue felt a tremendous force emanating from Wang Bielin's body. Before Wang Bielin could use brute force to knock her away, she turned to release the force from her hand, then grabbed his arm, turned over, and kicked him in the back.

Wang Bielin ran forward a few steps after being kicked by Lin Qingyue, and at the same time, he grabbed Lin Qingyue's right foot at a strange angle in an instant.

He exerted force with his hands, threw Lin Qingyue up and was about to throw him to the ground!

!

Lin Qingyue's pupils dilated, and in the face of danger, he wrapped his other leg around Wang Bielin's neck and exerted all his strength.

Wang Bielin frowned, his mind turned upside down.

He fell to the ground.

Lin Qingyue didn't give him time to think and kicked him out of the ring.

"boom--"

The sound of someone falling to the ground was heard, and the sword cultivator looked at Lin Qingyue in surprise and announced the result.

"Lin Qingyue wins."

"Sister Qingyue won!" Wen Lingyun jumped up excitedly.

"So awesome! Lin Qingyue!" Shi Jingbai also jumped up.

The cheers of the two people attracted the attention of others to Lin Qingyue, with various expressions, mostly scrutiny and envy.

"A cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, no wonder..."

"I really hope that the person I met is a mortal."

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"Brother Zhong! Has Lin Qingyue finished his competition?"

A flash of sword light flew to the cold swordsman. The young girl was the swordsman who had previously tested Lin Qingyue. Her hair was standing up high, her eyes were bright and charming, and her tone was full of excitement and curiosity.

Senior Brother Zhong turned his head away, and saw a very small open space in that direction.

"She won the first game. Do you care about her?"

"I care about every junior brother and sister who has the potential to join our Ziyang Sword Sect! But it would be best if they could enter Wurong Peak!"

Ying Changhuan narrowed his eyes and smiled. Senior Brother Zhong turned his head and looked at the arena.

"She's gone."

The implication is that you can leave too.

"Just leave if you want to. Can't I just stay here and watch other people compete?"

Ying Changhuan confronted Senior Brother Zhong, but Senior Brother Zhong's tone remained the same.

"look at yourself."

"But aren't you and Xu Yang going to Wurong Peak for a competition?"

"The competition was over a long time ago." Ying Changhuan got angry when he mentioned this. "That poor bastard Xu Yang! He was absolutely unscrupulous! Is it necessary to do this for just a bottle of Yuhua?"

Zhong Jingzhi guessed that Xu Yang must have fought with someone and had worn out his sword. That was why he proposed to compete with Ying Changhuan, just to win back Yuhua from her hand.

Yuhua is a milky white substance refined by humans, used to repair sword marks. Because the material is precious, it is only found in Wangsheng Valley.

This results in Yuhua being very expensive, very expensive.

A bottle of 100 low-grade spirit stones.

Thinking of this, Zhong Jingzhi looked towards the arena in front of him, but his attention was already on Ying Changhuan.

"Is your Yuhua enough?"

Ying Changhuan wailed, "How can that be enough! Xu Yang took one bottle, and I only have one left. In a few days I have to take on a mission to earn spirit stones."

Zhong Jingzhi: "Elder Wang gave me three extra bottles when I went on a mission last time. Take them if you want."

Ying Changhuan:!

"Ahhh! Thank you so much, Senior Brother Zhong!"

Ying Changhuan jumped up and hugged Zhong Jingzhi in front of his shocked gaze.

"Ying Changhuan! Come down!"

"Ahhh! I'm so happy!"

“…Come down!”

"Ouch!"

Hearing the strange sound coming from Ying Changhuan, Zhong Jingzhi couldn't bear it anymore and raised his hand to knock her out.

"Ah!——" Ying Changhuan disappeared into the horizon.

Zhong Jingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that the winner had already been decided on the stage. The thin young man was wearing a black brocade robe that outlined his thin but not weak figure.

The delicate and fierce face looked at the girl in the audience, and neither of them spoke. One of them ate cakes, and the other stood on the stage and looked at the girl silently.

The wandering cultivator who was knocked off the stage looked at Zhong Jingzhi angrily.

"Why haven't you announced the winner yet? I need to pack my bags and go home early!"

Zhong Jingzhi quickly announced the winner, and after the wandering cultivator quickly left, she looked back at the stage and saw that the young man had already arrived and was sitting next to the young woman.

Soon, Zhong Jingzhi was busy with the next competition and no longer paid attention to the young man. He only remembered the young man's name.

Seasonal plankton.

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In a corner of the stage, Ji Fuyou sat next to Fu Weisheng. Seeing her concentrating on the formation and eating, he snatched the pastry from Fu Weisheng's hand.

The girl looked at him strangely, but she didn't seem angry. She just picked up the pastry on the plate and slowly stuffed it into her mouth while looking at the formation on the ground.

My hands are empty.

It was snatched away again.

Fu Weisheng raised his eyes and looked at Ji Fuyou, his eyes seemed to be asking, what's wrong with you?

"You didn't watch my competition just now."

Fu Weisheng didn't understand why she was angry even though she hadn't watched the competition, but she had a friend who also had an inexplicable personality, so she was considered experienced.

"I'll see next time."

She felt that this should be enough and Ji Fuyou shouldn't be so pushy.

But unexpectedly, the boy looked at her with sad eyes, as if to ask if she was just trying to please him.

Fu Weisheng blinked, his expression serious. "You have to trust me."

Ji Fuyou: "I believe you."

Fu Weisheng was satisfied. "Then work hard to enter the Ziyang Sword Sect. Once you become a direct disciple, you can come to me whenever you want."

Ji Fuyou: "Do you want me to become a sword cultivator?"

What are you talking about? Fu Weisheng frowned slightly, looking serious.

"Don't you want to become a sword cultivator? The Ziyang Sword Sect is pretty good."

Ji Fuyou: "Becoming a swordsman can protect others."

Fu Weisheng: "Of course, so do you want to continue to participate in the competition? My brother said that you are born to practice swordsmanship, and the Fu family is indeed not the right place for you."

Ji Fuyou thought of the conversation that Fu Lixu had with him alone, and his expression became dull. His long and curled eyelashes trembled, and his eyes were fixed on Fu Weisheng.

"Can you accompany me for the rest of the competition?"

Fu Weisheng: "Are you scared?"

"A little scared."

Fu Weisheng sighed: "You can't always be like this. I'm really a little worried that you will be bullied in Ziyang Sword Sect."