ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

There was silence in the judging panel.

Yuan Ming stared at the direction of Du Xinghe: "Impossible, I want to check the magic weapon she used."

Du Xinghe, who had just effortlessly knocked Xue Yanguang out, was about to step down from the stage when her wrist was grabbed tightly with such force that her wrist bone was almost crushed.

When Yuan Ming stared at Du Xinghe, she was also staring at him.

When she just woke up from this body, he was also wearing a loose snow-white robe, his hair was tied up with a long hairpin, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes were slightly drooped, giving her a glimpse of light.

He never looked her in the eye.

"What trick did you use?" he asked. "The magic weapon given to you by the Yuanying period cultivator? The Immortal Alliance Competition does not allow the use of super-level magic weapons. I will disqualify you from participating."

Countless suspicious eyes focused on Du Xinghe.

Reverend Yuan Ming, who flew over from the judging panel, spoke with great authority. The audience below the stage began to suspect that she had resorted to some shameful trick to knock Xue Yanguang away with one sword.

"I originally thought he was a rare genius cultivator, but it turns out he has a stronger backing?"

“There aren’t many Yuanying-stage weapon cultivators in Pingyun Continent…”

Yuan Ming ignored the discussions in the audience and stared at Du Xinghe - he had actually seen that she had indeed reached the Golden Core stage, but he had already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, so how could the barrier he had set up with his own hands be broken by just one sword?

"Hand over your magic weapon."

No one spoke for Du Xinghe.

The moment Venerable Yuan Ming flew over, Du Xinghe's first reaction was to restrict Xin Yuexia under the stage, not allowing her to take a single step forward or speak.

The other party is always a Yuanying stage expert. She has to handle any problems herself and not let innocent people suffer.

"I used the sword in my hand to break through the barrier."

Du Xinghe moved his wrist and found that the other party was holding it very tightly, so he simply stopped struggling: "If you don't believe me, I will chop it again with the sword you provided."

"You're so stubborn." He frowned.

"You do not dare?"

Du Xinghe asked rhetorically.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Fire Controlling Sword flew from the judging panel and was grasped in his hand.

Everyone was shocked.

Seeing that he was about to use his natal sword, other people in the judging panel could not sit still and were about to stop him, but they saw him hand the Fire Controlling Sword to Du Xinghe.

This time, it was the Nine Yang Sect’s turn to be stunned.

Especially Xue Yanguang, who was a disciple of Master Yuanming, and Su Yan and Ming Zhi who rushed to the scene - the master was aloof and proud, loved the sword as his life, and never let others get close to his Fire-controlling Sword. Ming Zhi was also proud that the master only let her clean and care for the Fire-controlling Sword.

Even Du Xinghe, who proposed a solution to him, raised his eyebrows.

She had thought he would just send her away with a broken sword.

Master Yuan Ming: "Use the Fire Controlling Sword to strike again."

When he looked directly at Du Xinghe, there was only stubbornness in his eyes.

He was too proud and conceited, and was unwilling to believe that the barrier he had set up with his own hands could be broken by her sword.

A light red glow lit up around the arena, and the flames, accompanied by a dragon roar, bypassed the barrier and became transparent after a moment.

"Okay."

Du Xinghe took the Fire-Controlling Sword.

As a sword cultivator, she could feel the emotions of the sword spirits in each sword. The Fire Controlling Sword was unwilling to let her use it, and was unwilling to do so: "You are the same as your master." She sneered and gripped the hilt tightly. Before anyone else could react, snow-blue covered her pupils, and the originally transparent barrier immediately became clearly visible in her eyes -

Not only the shape, but also its spell patterns and spiritual power trends can be seen at a glance.

Even if the person who set up the barrier came, he might not be able to see as clearly as her.

The illusion barrier of "The Immortal Banquet in Liuyang Mansion" was at least set up by a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage or above. The mysteries contained in it would make her golden elixir boil every time she gazed at it.

Flames burst out from the blade of the Fire Controlling Sword, and the flames wrapped around her hand holding the sword - a spiritual sword would attack its user if it did not want to be used by others. The fierce and violent flames made the scalps of everyone present numb, and they all felt that Du Xinghe's hand would be burned to bones in the blink of an eye.

However, without a Nascent Soul cultivator as its user, Du Xinghe, a Jindan cultivator, could still handle the Fire Control Sword relying solely on its own fire.

Cross the galaxy to activate the Zhenwu Incarnation Technique and strengthen the hands alone.

The green color accurately covered the entire right hand holding the sword, and even though it was wrapped by the flames, it was just a layer of painless flames.

"break!"

With one thrust of the sword, the airtight barrier was instantly broken.

When the barrier set up by spiritual power was broken, there was no sound of any shattering, except for the whistling of the sword that swept through everything. The surroundings were silent, and the pride and confidence of Master Yuanming also broke.

"Back to you."

Du Xinghe threw the Fire Control Sword up.

Yuan Ming had just grabbed the spinning sword with a livid face when he heard her say, "Did you see it clearly? If not, I can demonstrate it again. However, how to do it is my family's unique skill, so I'm sorry I can't tell you."

“…No need!”

His tone was cold, but the audience could taste the gnashing of teeth.

"It's my fault for speaking out of turn just now."

Du Xinghe nodded, turned around and jumped off the stage.

This was the conflict between her and Reverend Yuan Ming. From beginning to end, neither of them even glanced at Xue Yangguang below the stage.

The crowd consciously made way for her.

Du Xinghe untied the restraints on Xinyue: "Follow me."

After they walked away, she said, "I suddenly understand his attitude towards me before."

"Master?"

Xinyue wondered who the "he" in her master's words was referring to.

Du Xinghe continued, "A being that is too weak will naturally not be taken seriously, let alone his feelings."

"Then Master has forgiven him?"

"That's not true."

Understanding is understanding, revenge is revenge.

It was just that when he defeated Xue Yanguang with one sword in front of everyone, Du Xinghe felt the pleasure brought by the gap in realm.

Reminiscing about the past? Right or wrong? No need to say more, just one sword will do the trick.

It feels so good.

Back when she was in the Qi Refining Stage, she must have been like an ant that could be bullied at will in the eyes of Venerable Yuan Ming and her fellow brothers!

Du Xinghe was just thinking about it when Xinyue grabbed his hand.

She paused and looked back.

“I think it’s different…”

Xinyue raised her eyes, looked at her and said seriously: "Master is different from them. Whether it's me or Tianji, aren't we all weaker than Master? But Master treats us very well and has never looked down on us."

No matter how strong others are, in her eyes, they are far inferior to her own master.

How can the light of a firefly compete with the brightness of the bright moon?

Du Xinghe laughed and let her hold his hand: "You are right, I am indeed different from them. I will be stronger than them in the future."

After the victory in the first battle, Shenshui returned to the house. He had just cleaned the dusty house and was taking out the daily necessities from the storage ring when he saw the two men coming back. "You're back so soon?"