Luocheng is one of the most prosperous cities in the cultivation world.

Tianxiang Tower, which requires hundreds of spirit stones for a day of accommodation, has been packaged, and some rich cultivators are dissatisfied with this. After seeing the logo of Qingliu Sword Sect, they just bowed and left.

In the elegant and exquisite roof room, a angrily rebuke suddenly came from—

"It's ridiculous!"

The gorgeous girl in a purple dress left the jade slip for the message, looking unhappy.

The man in white sitting opposite her covered his lips and coughed a few times, an unhealthy blush appeared on his pale face. He asked in a gentle voice: "I don't know why it's because of his senior sister's unhappiness?"

Liu Luo said angrily: "Junior Brother Zhang just sent a message saying that there was a very beautiful female disciple in the inner sect competition. With just one face, more than ten people voluntarily admit defeat!"

The cultivator's body is tempered by spiritual power, and his appearance will not be bad, but if you show your face, you can make your opponent admit defeat...

They are the most arrogant sword cultivators! They are not the Hehuan Sect that looks at the face!

She frowned and said, "If this kind of thing is spread, wouldn't it be a joke for others to see our Qingliu Sword Sect!"

Xie Mian bent his lips and comforted him gently: "That's because you are not here. If Junior Brother Zhang's words are true, it's probably because that person used a magic weapon to confuse his mind."

This made Liu Luoyin very useful.

In terms of identity, she is the daughter of the head. In terms of talent, she has reached the peak of foundation building at the age of nineteen and is expected to form a pill within ten years, so Xie Mian next to her is better than her.

No matter how glorious the female cultivator is, it is because these true disciples are not there, so there is no comparison.

She snorted: "The disciples nowadays don't practice swords well. They only know how to cheat and cheat every day! Even geniuses like Junior Brother Xie are so hardworking, but their stupid birds don't know how to fly first!"

Hearing this, Xie Mian opposite him covered his lips and coughed again, and his breath became a little confused.

Liu Luo quickly handed him a pill and fed it with care, and looked full of concern: "Does the injury on Junior Brother Xie hurt again? Why don't we stay here for half a month?"

Xie Mian frowned and said reluctantly: "It doesn't matter, just take a break, you can't delay the competition."

A while ago, their inner disciples went to clear the demon cultivator, but Xie Mian was secretly injured by the other party when he went out alone and has not healed yet.

In addition, this swordsmanship was held two years in advance, so they set off to return to the sect.

After helping Xie Mian call the medical practitioner, Liu Luo opened the jade slip and gave a quick and neat order.

"This inner gate competition, all magic weapons are prohibited except for the Spirit Sword!"

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As soon as he showed up, Wen Yun was watched again.

He defeated ten opponents in a row, four of whom took the initiative to admit defeat, and six were directly knocked off the stage by her scabbard. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful dark horse in this competition.

As famous as her beauty, she also has envy of her wealth.

Regardless of the cold iron marrow scabbard that makes people bloody, the dragon garment that makes all female cultivators unable to see them, and the protective magic weapon that makes people unable to get close to...

No elders of the Nascent Soul Mountain have ever seen such a treasure before.

It was also after the explanation of several defeated disciples that they realized that what was scary about Wen Yun was not his face, but his defensive magic weapons.

It’s not that no one thought about retaining spiritual power and not attacking her, but the result of waiting in place was... Wen Yun slashed over with a sword sheath and knocked him down neatly.

A lost disciple said desperately: "You can't attack and fight, and you will be beaten if you don't take the initiative! How can you win?"

"Junior Sister Wen is so forceful! Could it be that she is a turtle change?"

Xu Wanfeng: The correct answer!

There are also many people who are overwhelmed after defeat: "What is this skill? It's just a magic weapon given by elders. I can do it."

Hearing this, Xu Wanfeng was unhappy and half-covered his face and was sarcastic: "So you are so capable? But how do I remember that you used 120 talismans and seven magic weapons when you fought with her?"

“…”

Amid all kinds of discussions, Wen Yun, who had received the number plate, came on stage again.

Just as everyone prepared small stools and melon seeds and was about to watch another turtle tactic, the elder who was responsible for maintaining order suddenly flew onto the stage.

"In the two-day competition, some disciples rely too much on magic weapons, which made this inner sect competition unfair. Since they are sword cultivators, they should judge the level of swords."

His eyes faintly swept on Wen Yun, as if he was disdainful: "After the elders ruled, all magic weapons and talismans are prohibited in this inner gate competition!"

As soon as these words came out, the disciples below were stunned and then looked overjoyed.

Especially Wen Yun's opponent, he was so happy that he smiled at the sky.

"Hahaha, Junior Sister Wen, you have been here with your magic weapon. Unfortunately, good luck is coming to an end today!"

After saying that, he took out a thick stack of talismans from his body and handed them over, took off more than ten magic weapons, and held a sword in his hand.

"The external things are all floating clouds, and my fate is up to me! Junior Sister Wen, draw the sword!"

Wen Yun looked at the senior brother quietly, then his eyes drooped slightly, and put away the three magic weapons of the god-transforming magic.

The next moment, Haobai held the black scabbard with his wrist.

"Mid-stage foundation building."

Wen Yun blinked, his voice was extremely light-

"two."

The voice was caught by the person opposite. Before he could react, Wen Yun moved.

The slender figure was as fast as a white lightning, with a scabbard in his hand slashed and stabbed. Two wonderful sword techniques were simplified, and two neat and clean black afterimages were drawn in the air.

The next moment.

The male disciple who was pressed against the eyebrows by the scabbard and his legs became soft. He slowly knelt on the ground, his eyes full of disbelief: "How could it be so fast... I was defeated before I could use my spiritual power..."

Wen Yun ignored him, his cherry lips slightly opened, and his voice calmed down: "Next."

The next opponent was at the peak of foundation building, and Wen Yun shot the opponent down from the stage with just three moves.

In the early stage of foundation building, defeat with one move.

In the middle stage of foundation building, two more moves were defeated.

...

At this moment, the audience was already silent.

Everyone looked up at the girl on the stage, and their dissatisfaction in their hearts turned into fear.

Someone in the audience spoke in a daze: "She... didn't use spiritual power, right?"

"Yes, she did not use her spiritual power and did not draw her sword. She defeated eight people with just three basic sword techniques."

Three simple moves, one pick, one chop, and one stab, every sword cultivator present will use it.

However, no one drew the sword faster than hers.

This is the sword technique belonging to the original body, the sword of a true genius of swords.

The light that she had been hidden by the Xie family for fifteen years has finally lit up.

Wen Yun stood on the stage, and the wind was getting faster and faster at this moment. Her white skirt was blown up, and a strand of ink hair that was tied to scatter.

She was too lazy to flirt with her, and her eyes were drooping down calmly, sweeping over the people below.

"Who else?"

Everyone who was swept through his eyes subconsciously bowed their heads, but no one dared to fight again!

Wen Yun was lazy: "Okay, then I'll--"

"Let's wait!"

At this moment, a sword suddenly flew from a distance, carrying a fiery fire spiritual energy on the body.

A man jumped off the sword, and he laughed heartily: "This time I'm catching up with the excitement! This junior sister is so arrogant, let me meet you!"

He was too lazy to walk with other personal disciples, so he simply returned from his own sword, but he didn't expect to encounter such an interesting scene.

The fire spiritual sword fell into his palm, and the man raised his eyebrows: "I am Lu Qiansui, the third peak disciple, and I think my junior sister has heard of it."

Wen Yun thought about it and told the truth: "No."

Everyone in the audience: "Hiss! She actually dared to slap her disciple in the face!"

That was Lu Qiansui, a personal disciple of the Jindan stage. He was the one who loved to watch the most in the outer sect!

Lu Qiansui's eyes were burning: "This junior sister is indeed arrogant. No one could let you draw your sword before. Now I'm here, draw your sword!"

Wen Yun looked at him quietly, then shook his head.

“No need.”

Although this person is in the Golden Pill stage, there is no need to use magic. Since the other party is a senior disciple of the third peak, she should at least give some face to others.

However, some words seemed to annoy Lu Qiansui, and his face darkened: "Do you look down on me?"

Wen Yun was slightly stunned and explained: "No..."

"Since it's not, then draw the sword!"

The girl was silent for a moment, her fair face looked a little tired, and then she nodded: "Since that's the case, let's do it for you."
To be continued...