Chapter 475: The Sword Contest Begins
Everyone followed the Nanli Sword Sect's grand elder all the way to the sword-discussing arena on the main peak.
Tables and chairs had already been arranged around the sword-fighting arena.
Of course, not everyone can sit on it.
The people who came this time were divided into contestants and spectators.
Among the spectators, those who could sit at the tables and chairs closest to the sword-discussing arena were all powerful men in the Southern Region, such as the leaders of sects or the saints of holy places.
In the second row from the back are the elders of the sect and the powerful independent cultivators from the Southern Region.
The third row is composed of younger representatives from major forces.
As for the others, they could basically only stand back and watch the game.
Su Ren sat in the third row with Taohua Girl. As for Ning Feiyu, he ran to sign up for the competition.
Miss Taohua was a little surprised to see Ning Feiyu really sign up.
But she didn't trust Su Ren and the others at all, so she didn't ask or say anything more.
After the two men sat down, two young men came and sat next to them.
"Huh? Peach Blossom Fairy, I didn't expect to meet you here!"
"I have admired you for a long time, and I have listened to every one of your songs over and over again."
When the two saw Miss Peach Blossom, they were immediately very surprised.
Taohua tilted her head and glanced at the two of them without saying anything.
Seeing this, the young man hurriedly introduced himself:
"Fairy Taohua, I am the Holy Son of the Cangyu Sect, and the one next to me is my junior fellow apprentice."
After saying this, she did not forget to show a smile that she thought was charming.
Taohua just nodded slightly and had no intention of talking to him at all.
The Holy Son of Cangyu Sect felt humiliated and a little embarrassed, so he couldn't help but look at Su Ren who was beside Taohua.
He saw that Su Ren was a stranger and young, so he wanted to regain some face from him.
"May I know the name of this fellow Taoist?"
Su Ren didn't even look at him, but just stared at the two empty seats in the first row.
Those two positions are reserved for the two mortals from Wuqing Jue Palace.
Every year, Wuqing Jue Palace sends some people to travel in the heavenly realm to cultivate their minds in the mortal world.
These people are called the ruthless and desperate people walking in the world.
No matter which sect or school they belong to in the Heavenly Realm, they must receive these mortals with the highest etiquette.
Wuqing Jue Palace is very powerful, and no one dares to disrespect them except Wandao Immortal Palace.
The Nanli Sword Sect also heard that the two mortals were traveling in the Southern Region, so they specially sent people to invite them.
I am honored that they agreed to come and watch the game.
The Holy Son of the Cangyu Sect suffered a defeat again and couldn't help but feel a little angry.
He was the holy son of the Cang Yu Sect, yet he was ignored.
Although the Cangyu Sect is not a top-level sect, it is not a small sect either.
Su Ren's behavior made him extremely unhappy. If this wasn't the Nanli Sword Sect, he would have taught Su Ren a lesson long ago.
"Hmph, wait for me!"
"I can't offend the Peach Blossom Fairy. Can't I do anything to you?"
At this time, the participants in the sword-fighting competition have completed registration.
The Nanli Sword Sect was divided into two groups based on everyone's realm.
The group with the highest level will compete last, and ten people will be selected from the remaining groups to advance and join the group with a higher level.
The competition is conducted by random draw and takes the form of a one-on-one duel on stage. The loser is eliminated.
At this time, Ning Feiyu was mixed in with the group of people with lower strength. When he saw Su Ren and the others looking at him, he couldn't help but happily make a gesture.
Su Ren really couldn't understand why a son of the Wandao Immortal Palace would participate in this competition.
Damn, you are mixed up in a group with low strength.
Are you ashamed?
And he looked very happy.
"Mr. Su, do you think Mr. Ning can win from their group?"
Taohua turned her head and asked Su Ren.
"Him? I guess."
Su Ren didn't care whether Ning Feiyu could advance or not. Even if he didn't know swordsmanship, he could easily crush these people with his own strength.
The conversation between the two made the Holy Son of Cangyu Sect grit his teeth in hatred.
The Peach Blossom Fairy, whom he had admired for a long time, actually took the initiative to talk to the boy.
And judging from the boy's expression, he seemed a little impatient.
"Fuck! Don't let me catch you at the bottom of the mountain!"
The Holy Son Cangyu howled in anger in his heart.
At this time, the great elder of the Nanli Sword Sect walked onto the sword discussion platform, looked at everyone and said:
"Thank you all for coming to my Nanli Sword Sect to participate in this sword competition."
"The sect master is still in seclusion and cannot come out for the time being. I hope you can understand."
"You all already know the rules of this sword fighting competition, so I won't go into details."
"Next, contestants who drew numbers one and two, please come on stage!"
In fact, no one is interested in watching the competition in the weaker group.
Everyone knows that these people are just here to make up the numbers.
Even if you manage to make it to the stronger group, you will just be a stepping stone for others.
The competition started quickly. Two monks holding long swords stood on each side of the sword-fighting arena. After they saluted each other, the competition began.
Since it is a fencing competition, the intensity of this competition is more exciting than other competitions.
What sword cultivation emphasizes is a sharp and extreme offensive.
There will basically be no defensive moves by either side.
Every move and every style is an ultimate attack.
On the sword-fighting arena, swords flashed everywhere, and soon one of them was defeated.
The second group came on stage, and Ning Feiyu was among them.
However, as Ning Feiyu came on stage, there were bursts of discussion and even laughter from the audience.
"Hahaha, what's up with this guy? Is he sure he's a sword cultivator?"
"He didn't buy that sword from a mortal, did he? It doesn't have any spirituality at all."
"Hahahaha, it's not only not spiritual, but it's not even sharpened yet. I'm dying of laughter."
The Holy Son Cangyu laughed even louder. He had already noticed that Ning Feiyu and Su Ren knew each other.
That's why I laughed so loudly on purpose.
Even Ning Feiyu on the stage heard his laughter.
Ning Feiyu glared at the Holy Son Cangyu fiercely. Su Ren saw this scene and couldn't help but shook his head.
This Holy Son Cangyu dared to laugh at Ning Feiyu. He will know the consequences of being targeted by Ning Feiyu soon.
Ning Feiyu's opponent was also speechless at this time.
"My fellow Taoist, are you really going to fight me with this sword?"
"What's the matter? Can't I? I think it's pretty good. I don't like killing, so I use this unsharpened sword of kindness to fight you. It's reasonable, right?"
"In that case, please come in, fellow Taoist!"
"Hey, then you better be careful!"
As Ning Feiyu finished speaking, the edgeless sword in his hand had already swung out.
That's right, his sword is not used for stabbing , but for cutting.
This left everyone in the audience speechless. How could anyone dare to call himself a swordsman in this day and age?
As soon as everyone saw Ning Feiyu, they knew that he couldn't use a sword at all. The key point was that he still had the nerve to go on stage.
At this time, Holy Son Cangyu laughed even louder.
But the next second, the laughter of Holy Son Cangyu came to an abrupt end.
The man who was fighting with Ning Feiyu was knocked away before he could even block a single move.
This scene shocked everyone in the audience.
"Although this boy cannot use a sword, his cultivation is definitely not low. At least his strength is astonishingly great!"
A Holy Land Lord commented.
"A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill has no effort!"
Another sect leader nodded.
"He can use an ordinary sword to exert such power without breaking it. His use of power is also extremely outstanding!"
Ning Feiyu only needed to strike with one sword to make everyone forget their previous negative impression of him.
Su Ren just glanced at the sword-fighting arena and stopped looking. Instead, he looked at the two empty seats in the first row.
"The competition has already started, why haven't the people from Wuqing Jue Palace come yet?"
