Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

The sword cultivation competition held every thirty years in the cultivation world has now officially begun.

Each sect sent their top sword-training disciples to participate in the competition, hoping to show the powerful strength of their sect in the competition.

The rules of the competition seem simple, but they are actually complicated. Participants need to pass a series of sword skills tests to ultimately determine the winner.

Xu Yi and Xu Er were at the mountain gate guiding the people from various sects who came to participate in the competition. They could enter as long as they took out the talismans they carried with them.

Climbing up the stone steps at the foot of the mountain to the top, you will see a wide square. At the edge of the square stand eight sturdy pillars with many magic circle patterns carved on them.

Disciples from various sects gathered around the square, waiting for instructions from Xu Luoge, Wei Cheng, Ye Lingzhi and Wu Zi.

A huge pavilion is suspended in the upper left corner of the square, and standing on it are the masters of Jiyue Mountain and the leaders of various sects. Such a height helps people to see farther and see more clearly what is happening below.

Bai Li was sitting on a wooden chair, holding a teacup in his hand, sipping tea leisurely. His two disciples were standing on one side of the square, ready for action. Mo Qianyu's black eyes looked towards the direction of the pavilion, his gaze fixed on the immortal who was like the breeze and the bright moon. His eyes were so scorching that it was hard to ignore them. However, now was not the time to be affectionate. He only looked at each other for a second before looking away. Baili Qi was sitting on a wooden chair on the other side, taking in all the little movements between the two. It was interesting. If Xu Luoge knew that his junior brother and his disciple were having an affair, he would be so angry that he would faint on the spot.

The disciples of Jiyue Mountain all stood together. Xu Luoge sent Ye Yifan, Xiao Tianchen sent Mo Zhiyuan, and Su Ziwei sent Qian Miaomiao. It seems that only Wen Guangbai did not have any disciples to participate in this sword cultivation competition. However, he is an alchemist after all, and his attainments in this area are still good.

Su Ziwei stood by the railing, watching Bai Li's mouth moving non-stop, and couldn't help but click her tongue twice.

"Junior brother, you have been talking non-stop since you came here. Is this pastry so delicious?"

Although her voice was not very loud, there were people around her, and when they heard it, they all turned to look at Bai Li. He was not shy at all, but contentedly met everyone's gaze and gave a sweet smile in return.

Everyone stopped looking at Bai Li and turned their gaze to the disciples in the square.

The bells and drums rang, and when the time came, the disciples all rushed to the square, each standing two meters apart and protected by a barrier.

The first round of tests in the competition was to see how graceful the disciples' sword-drawing postures were. The disciples did not need to draw swords, but used willow branches instead. Some people's postures were as light and graceful as dancing, and they were unrestrained and carefree, while some people looked awkward, restrained, and disorganized.

After this competition, many disciples were eliminated. The smaller the details, the less attention they receive. Many people think they don’t matter, but details determine success or failure.

Bai Li was not worried about this. His two disciples wielded swords so beautifully and coolly, it was a visual feast.

The eliminated disciples could only stand in one place and watch the disciples who entered the next round of competition.

In the second round of the competition, the participating disciples need to persist in a huge sword formation, which is composed of countless sword qi. If they are hit by the sword qi accidentally, although it will not cause any danger, they will be knocked out of the sword formation and be eliminated. The participating disciples need to be very alert and display their superb swordsmanship to avoid these sword qi attacks. If they pass the sword formation, they can directly proceed to the final round of the competition.

Sixteen sturdy magic pillars suddenly rose up around the square, with complicated spell patterns surrounding the pillars. Those patterns were engraved on the surface of the pillars and were playing their role at this moment. Countless sword shadows formed by fluctuations of spiritual power rushed towards the disciples in the center of the square. In an instant, robes of various colors fluttered in the field, and the sound of sword energy breaking through the air was endless. Here, one cannot use one's own spiritual power, and relies entirely on the superb swordsmanship to avoid these attacks.

This round will consume half of the disciples' physical strength. When it comes to the final sword fight, if you can win in one fell swoop despite being physically exhausted, it will prove that you are really capable, rather than relying on elixirs and taking shortcuts to pile up fancy moves without any actual combat experience. Although it can greatly improve your skills in a short period of time, once it is used in real combat, it will be useless.

Some disciples were exhausted and hit by the sword energy and fell out of the square, while others were not as skilled as others and failed to avoid the sword energy attacks and were eliminated.

In this round, Chu Yunze's flaws in swordsmanship became increasingly apparent. He was simply not capable of a protracted battle, which was not his strong point. After a while, he was eliminated. Wei Cheng looked at his own disciple who was still persevering in the fight, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

That smile looked extremely vulgar in Baili Qi's eyes. His eyes gradually turned cold and his face became gloomy. He knew that this old man would one day make him kneel at his feet and cry bitterly, regretting his past actions. He could sit so comfortably on the position of the sect leader that he had stolen and obtained illicitly.

I secretly glanced at Xu Luoge out of the corner of my eye. He was right in front of me, but I couldn't have close contact with him. It was all because time changes and people's hearts change. I couldn't have the best of both worlds.

The sword formation covering the top of their heads suddenly dissipated, the countless sword energies also vanished in the air, and the eight magic pillars also disappeared without a trace. The disciples of Yun Weifeng served tea and water to the participating disciples one by one, giving them a quarter of an hour to replenish their strength and adjust their body functions.

The last round was a crucial competition, and it was also the moment that could make one's name go down in history in the world of cultivation. Everyone drew lots to fight in pairs. There were six people left on the field: Mo Qianyu, Zhou Ming, Mo Zhiyuan, Ye Yifan, Zhao Lan, and Yue Zitong, all of whom were sword-cultivating disciples from top-ranked sects in the world of cultivation.

"That little girl named Yue Zitong is pretty good. She is the only female disciple who made it to the end. Master Ye has a good way of teaching people!"

Ye Lingzhi smiled brightly and waved her hand, "Master Wu, you are too kind. This disciple is just a little hardworking. It's not worth mentioning."

Bai Li clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, and he truly realized how uneasy he was until this moment. The final result of the draw came out. Mo Qianyu was facing Zhou Ming, Mo Zhiyuan was facing Yue Zitong, and Ye Yifan was facing Zhao Lan.

The system said that the person who was more powerful than the male protagonist turned out to be him.

The first to come on stage were Ye Yifan and Zhao Lan. They saluted each other and then drew their swords at their waists in a flash. They both swung their swords at each other. With a "clang" sound, the swords collided with each other, creating sparks. The battle did not last long. After a moment, Zhao Lan's sword was knocked away by Ye Yifan.

Xu Luoge felt that it was not in vain that he had raised this disciple, as he could be of use at the critical moment.

The second match was between Mo Zhiyuan and Yue Zitong. He didn't expect that his opponent was such a delicate little girl. The little girl smiled at him and said softly, "Please show some mercy, little brother."

Mo Zhiyuan was unmoved, and kept holding the scabbard with his right hand alertly, fearing that the person opposite would take advantage of his inattention to launch a sneak attack. The female cultivator did not use her full strength at the beginning, and the two of them were playing hide-and-seek, you hit me and I hide. Later, she found that Mo Zhiyuan had no sympathy for her, so she started to treat her with all her strength. As the sword winds came and went, Yue Zitong deliberately let Mo Zhiyuan use his sword energy to cut her dress, and the white skin on her shoulder was exposed to the air. Mo Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he found that his sword was no longer in his hand. Yue Zitong won this round.

Qian Miaomiao stomped her feet in anger. It was obvious that this female cultivator did it on purpose. She even dared to seduce her brother Mo.

Xiao Tianchen stood beside Su Ziwei with his hands behind his back, expressionless. A depressing aura spread over him. Su Ziwei felt an invisible oppression coming over her heart. She quietly took a few steps and put some distance between them so that she could catch her breath.

The last match is coming, the exciting moment is coming, the other leaders are whispering to each other about who will win. This time, Mo Qianyu's opponent is the direct disciple of the largest sect in the world of cultivation.

"I wonder how many moves this young man can take on Zhou Ming."

"In my opinion, this young man is not necessarily worse than Zhou Ming."

"I heard that he is the eldest disciple of the White Immortal Venerable from Yunxiao Peak. I think this boy should not be underestimated."

The sound of discussions continued to pass by his ears, and Bai Li had no time to care about who was better. He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to make himself vomit blood.

Mo Qianyu and Zhou Ming stood in the center of the square. After saluting respectfully, they began to fight with swords. The young man's swordsmanship was elegant and sharp, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while. Zhou Ming discovered that the spiritual weapon in Mo Qianyu's hand was not an ordinary disciple's sword. Although his own Chuanyun was also a top-grade spiritual weapon, the spiritual weapon of the opposite boy was more oppressive.

After a few jumps, Mo Qianyu leaped lightly and the sword in his hand hit Zhou Ming's vital parts. Seeing that the sword was about to pierce into his body, Zhou Ming secretly cried out that it was a close call, and then he blocked and pushed with his arm. Mo Qianyu was pushed back a few steps by this force.

Zhou Ming found the right moment, swung his right arm, raised the magic sword in his hand above his head, and suddenly slashed towards Mo Qianyu.

There was a hint of scarlet in the boy's eyes, and the demonic energy around him began to swirl and gather in his body. Bai Li knew that the male protagonist could not win and would release the demonic energy, so she quickly picked up the pill in the handkerchief and swallowed it. The effect took effect as soon as the pill entered her stomach.

His stomach felt like it was being cut by a knife, and the unbearable pain spread from his lower abdomen to the surrounding muscles and veins. After a moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his white clothes were stained with blood. The whole scene was seen by the disciples in the audience. He could no longer hold on, and his body gradually fell backwards. The bustling building suddenly became quiet. After a moment, a more urgent and noisy voice rang in his ears like thunder, and he vaguely felt that someone was holding his shoulders and shouting loudly.

Mo Qianyu was distracted by Bai Li's vomiting blood, and regardless of the fact that he was still fighting, he hurriedly flew towards Bai Li on his sword. Because Mo Qianyu gave up the competition halfway, the remaining three people were free to choose their opponents, or they could form a group of two according to their own wishes, and another person would fight two against one. Yue Zitong kept pestering Ye Yifan, asking to be in a group with her because she was no match for Zhou Ming and Ye Yifan alone.

In the end, Ye Yifan and Yue Zitong joined forces to fight against Zhou Ming. Yue Zitong went on stage first, but was knocked off the stage by Zhou Ming with one move. Ye Yifan took Yue Zitong's place and fought with Zhou Ming. After all, he was Xu Luoge's first disciple. This time, Zhou Ming took a lot of effort to barely defeat Ye Yifan.

So Zhou Ming became the final winner, won the victory, and became the winner of this sword cultivation competition.

As the winner, one will receive a peerless swordsmanship secret book, which is the result of the accumulation of countless top sword cultivators in the world of cultivation. It is extremely important for sword cultivators. It can not only improve their strength, making their swordsmanship more exquisite, but also enable them to comprehend a more profound sword intent. However, this secret book does not belong to one person forever. It is like a "family heirloom" passed down to the first place in each sword cultivator competition.

Wei Cheng was surrounded by the leaders of various sects and enjoyed their flattering congratulations. The other defeated disciples knew that they were not as strong as their opponents and admitted defeat. Who was Zhou Ming? He was the most outstanding swordsman in the world of cultivation. It was only natural for him to win the championship.

Bai Li was sent back to Qingyanxuan by Xu Luoge. The blood stains on the corners of his mouth had been wiped clean, leaving only the blood stains on his lapels, which was shocking.

Could it be that Hualing Powder was behind this again? Several people were confused and worried. Xu Luoge had no choice but to tell Wen Guangbai to come to Yunxiao Peak. He had other things to deal with, so he asked Su Ziwei to stay here to look after him.

Mo Qianyu was concerned about Bai Li's injury, and his heart and eyes were full of him, as if he was also suffering the same pain.