Reborn before the murdered wife preached

Yu Huaan's battle against Jianfeng's disciples in the arena made Feng Xuanxuan realize the importance of magical weapons, amulets, and high-level robes!

Even though the swords of the disciples of Jianfeng were directly hitting Yu Huaan, Yu Huaan remained the same, looking at the other party with a smile on his face.

"Brother Chang, thank you for letting me win!" Yu Huaan finished speaking, and the cold light of the magic sword in his hand was revealed. A stream of sword energy slashed upwards towards Chang Lu, a disciple of Jianfeng.

Chang Lu dodged the sword, but was still scratched on the arm by the sword energy from Yu Huaan's spiritual sword, and blood flowed out of the wound.

After taking a healing pill, Chang Lu took a few steps back, dodged Yu Huaan's attack, and attacked back with a sword.

Yu Huaan did not dodge and continued to attack Chang Lu. He pointed his magic sword at the opponent's chest and stopped only after breaking the robe.

Chang Lu knew he had lost, so he stopped attacking and took back the magic sword.

"I surrender."

Yu Huaan also took back the spirit sword and said sincerely, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for letting me."

Yu Huaan said this sincerely. After all, none of the Jianfeng disciples used any big moves. They only used the entry-level sword techniques of Qingyun Sect.

If it really comes down to fate, he may not win.

Feng Xuanxuan read it carefully, put on her best robes, best magic sword, and also put on protective talismans.

While she was anxiously waiting, all the disciples from Jianfeng had gone up to the arena, and the only disciple left waiting to compete like her was a disciple from Fufeng.

"Yaofeng disciple Feng Xuanxuan versus Fufeng disciple Jiang An."

Feng Xuanxuan took a deep breath and strode onto the stage. Senior Sister Yin Luo, Yu Huaan, and Senior Brother Bu Fei, who had already competed and won, cheered her on!

"Feng Xuanxuan, you can win!" Yin Luo shouted loudly.

"Senior Sister Feng, you will definitely win." Yu Huaan said with a smile.

Bu Fei raised his head and glanced at Fu Feng's disciples, then nodded affirmatively to Feng Xuanxuan, "We can win."

Feng Xuanxuan also nodded in response to the three people, and then said to her opponent on the stage, "Yaofeng disciple Feng Xuanxuan."

"Disciple of Fu Feng, Jiang An." Jiang An looked at Feng Xuanxuan's high morale, sighed, took out a stack of defensive talismans and stuck them on himself.

Feng Xuanxuan watched Jiang An take out a stack of talismans and immediately attacked him. With one slash of the sword, several of the talismans on Jiang An's body turned into ashes.

Jiang An felt distressed for a moment and ran away immediately. He thought the Medicine Peak disciples' attacks were as weak as his, but he didn't expect that they would feel like Sword Peak disciples as soon as they attacked.

After dodging Feng Xuanxuan's attack again, Jiang An saw that there were a few fewer talismans on his body. These could all be sold for spirit stones!

Jiang An wanted to finish it quickly, so he formed an attack circle with a stack of fire talismans and attacked Feng Xuanxuan.

Feng Xuanxuan jumped back and dodged the attacking magic circle. Looking back, she saw that the attacking magic circle composed of talismans was flying back to her under Jiang An's control!

In this case, we can only deal with Jiang An first.

Feng Xuanxuan quickly ran towards Jiang An, and at the same time, the magic sword swung out several sword energies.

Jiang An saw Feng Xuanxuan coming towards him and quickly dodged.

Unfortunately, a quarter of an hour later, he was caught up by Feng Xuanxuan and defeated by her.

Feng Xuanxuan won the competition and entered the top ten of the sect competition!

Just as she was waiting to know which disciple she would face next and whether she would meet Senior Sister Yin Luo and the others.

The deacon elder suddenly walked to the center of the arena and said, "This sect competition is over. The ten disciples who won today can go to the deacon hall to receive a prize."

After a pause, the deacon elder continued, "Ten days later, the ten of you will go with us to attend the sect conference and win glory for Qingyun Sect!"

Feng Xuanxuan didn't expect that this was the end of it?

By the time she returned to Yaofeng surrounded by the disciples of Yaofeng, she hadn't come to her senses yet.

Back at the Yaofeng Hall, Daoist Qian Qing looked at Feng Xuanxuan happily and said with a smile, "You won the sect competition this time. What reward do you want? Tell Master."

Feng Xuanxuan came to her senses after hearing what Daoist Qian Qing said, and asked in confusion, "Master, have I won the sect competition?"

"Yes!" Daoist Qian Qing nodded and said affirmatively.

"But, is the sect competition so simple?" Feng Xuanxuan didn't quite understand. This was not what she thought the sect competition was.

Taoist Qian Qing understood what Feng Xuanxuan meant. This was her first time participating in the Qingyun Sect's competition, and she wasn't quite clear about the differences between the Qingyun Sect's competition and that of other sects.

"The sect competition of our Qingyun Sect is just a competition between disciples. We just need to stop when we are satisfied and learn a thing or two from each other. If we really compare the fighting strength, who can beat the disciples of Jianfeng? That group of sword cultivators can fight freely. Even those in the late stage of foundation building can beat ordinary cultivators in the early stage of golden elixir."

After hearing Daoist Qian Qing's explanation, Feng Xuanxuan understood. No wonder the disciples of Jianfeng only used basic swordsmanship when they met disciples outside Jianfeng, and only went all out when they met their own brothers and sisters.

"I understand, disciples. But when we represent Qingyun Sect in the sect conference later, can we, the disciples from Medicine Peak and Weapon Peak, do it?" It's still acceptable for them to compete casually within their own sect, but when they come in front of the major sects in the world of immortal cultivation, no one will give in.

You will definitely lose!

Taoist Qian Qing said with a smile in his eyes, "Don't we still have disciples from Jianfeng? Just a few of them are enough. Qingyun Sect sent too many sword cultivators and took up all the places at the sect conference. It would be embarrassing for other sects!"

"How can it be like this?" Feng Xuanxuan understood that the disciples of Jianfeng were too strong. They were able to overwhelm their fellow disciples in Qingyun Sect, and they could also defeat disciples from other sects outside.

If too many sword-cultivating disciples were brought to the sect conference, Qingyun Sect would dominate the group and they were afraid that something might happen.

"Disciple understands!"

Feng Xuanxuan took some spiritual herbs given to her by her master, left the Yaofeng Hall, and returned to her own courtyard halfway up the mountain.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw a paper crane carrying a message floating there.

Feng Xuanxuan took the paper crane. It turned out that it was given to her by Senior Sister Yin Luo, who asked her to go to Yuxi City with her to celebrate.

"Since it's to celebrate our victory in the sect competition, of course we have to go!"

Feng Xuanxuan sent back a paper crane to express her agreement to go, and then walked into her own yard.

Less than a quarter of an hour after they sat down, Yin Luo's second message paper crane arrived.

Feng Xuanxuan looked at the time written on it and said, "Two days later, Yuxi City, come pick me up."

After sending another message in the form of a paper crane, Feng Xuanxuan began to practice. These days, she had fought with other disciples and watched many battles between Jianfeng disciples, and she had gained some experience.

While the feeling was still there, Feng Xuanxuan began to practice and improve her cultivation a little bit.

Although she knew from her master Qian Qing Daojun that she went to the sect conference just to make up the numbers and see the world.

But she also didn't want to lose too badly. What if her luck was the same as these past few days and she didn't encounter a sword cultivator?

She felt there was still some hope, however small.

When she meets Senior Brother Bu Fei and the others the day after tomorrow, she can ask him about it.

At the sect conference, what is the level of the disciples from other sects?

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