Muyang Road Foreign Affairs Hall, martial arts performance venue.
The martial arts performance hall of the Foreign Affairs Hall is much smaller than the martial arts performance hall of the main hall. Usually this is a place where the disciples of the hall practice martial arts and swordsmanship and compete in competitions. There are not many people.
But today, the stands were packed, and even the aisles were filled with disciples from outside the hall. Everyone was watching the duel unfolding in the center of the field intently.
This kind of scene only happens once a year, that is the annual Taoist competition.
In the Daotang competition, each hall will first elect the best disciples, and then hold a clan competition in the main hall. Those who show off will win family rewards, and may even be recommended to enter the side sect or even the sect!
Martial arts hall, foreign affairs hall, punishment hall, elixir hall, and foundry hall are all eligible to participate.
For most of the disciples, Dao Hall competitions and clan competitions are related to their future future and destiny. Although they do not expect to be recommended to the sect, they still want to use this opportunity to stand out in their own halls.
Many disciples have been preparing for this for a full year, just to make a blockbuster success at this moment!
In the martial arts arena, two figures, one white and one green, were passing back and forth. The sword energy was flying and firing. The whistling of the air and the whistling of the powerful swords came one after another. The battle was reaching its most intense moment.
Clang!
Amidst the cheers of the disciples in the stands, the two figures suddenly separated. The youth in green shirt among them had a pale face, the long sword in his hand was trembling slightly, and his eyes were broken and messy.
Everyone could clearly see that a wound was torn open on his left shoulder, and blood kept pouring out and dyed his clothes red. The injury was not serious.
And his opponent, the young man in white shirt, looked proud, with the silver sword in his hand pointed at the sky, full of momentum!
"Qin Lingcheng wins!"
The deacon of the Foreign Affairs Hall who was standing next to the venue and was responsible for the arbitration shouted loudly.
He has shouted the same voice three times, and the boy in white shirt named Qin Cheng has won three games in a row.
There was a burst of cheers and cheers from the stands. The young man in white shirt put away his sword with a smile, while his opponent left the field slumped.
"Qin Lingcheng, do you want to continue fighting?" the arbitration deacon asked.
According to the rules of Daotang competition, the winner can stay in the field for consecutive battles, and winning streaks can receive additional battle medals.
The number of battle honors determines who can participate in the clan competition.
Qin Lingcheng held the sword in front of him, his left hand caressing the sword lightly, but his eyes fell on one side of the stand.
"Qin Yun, do you dare to fight me?" he asked in a deep voice.
Invite to fight by name!
The whole place was in an uproar, and many people's eyes were focused on Qin Yun.
According to the rules, after a duel wins, it can draw lots to determine its opponent for consecutive battles, or it can invite the disciples participating in the Tao Hall competition by name to fight.
Of course, those invited to fight can also refuse, and they will not be looked down upon.
Therefore, few people will invite you to fight by name, because being rejected will only make you lose face.
Qin Yun, who had always been a bystander, suddenly raised his eyebrows.
This time, he participated in the Daotang competition as an inner disciple, and the strength of the inner disciples of the Foreign Affairs Hall was undoubtedly much higher than that of the newcomers.
Although the children of the Foreign Affairs Hall often have to complete various tasks and are not able to practice martial arts every day like the children of the Wu Hall, going out to experience can also improve their strength, and they can also accumulate experience through constant battles.
Therefore, in terms of realm strength, the disciples of Foreign Affairs Hall may be inferior to Wutang disciples as a whole, but in terms of combat experience, they can steadily surpass the disciples of Wutang.
Qin Lingcheng is the best among the disciples of the inner hall of the Foreign Affairs Hall. He has made many meritorious deeds in the three years since he entered the inner hall. He is a popular candidate to participate in the clan competition and is qualified to compete for the ten sword sect places.
He is a direct descendant and a member of the seventh family of the Qin family. Even without Qin Xiaoyue, Qin Wenbing's fame is enough to look down on collateral descendants like Qin Yun.
"good!"
Qin Yun stood up calmly, and the people next to him immediately made way for him.
Since he chose to participate in the Daotang competition, he would certainly not refuse the challenge from any of his peers, but Qin Lingcheng's invitation to fight by name was a bit interesting.
Seeing Qin Yun stand in front of him at the end, Qin Lingcheng's lips curled up slightly, showing a bit of pride.
He turned his right hand to hold a sword flower and said loudly: "Qin Yun, I am very happy to have a sword test with you, but if it is just a sword showdown, it doesn't mean much."
Qin Yun smiled casually: "Then what do you want?"
"Add a bonus!" Qin Lingcheng was obviously prepared: "I know you have the secret book of Jiuyang Xuan Gong in your hand. You must have memorized this technique for a long time. Why don't you take it out and give everyone a chance!"
"You lose, please hand this secret book to the main hall library!"
"good!"
Many people in the stands cheered loudly.
Everyone in Muyang Dao knew that Qin Yun had won the favor of his ancestor and was given the secret book of Xuan Kung. Many of his disciples were envious and jealous. Qin Lingcheng's proposal undoubtedly revealed what those people were thinking.
An undetectable cold light flashed in Qin Yun's eyes.
This Qin Lingcheng definitely has ulterior motives. You must know that even if his ancestor has passed away, as an ordinary direct descendant, he would never dare to make such a rude request without someone behind the scenes to back him up.
But when things got to this point, Qin Yun couldn't help but refuse to agree, otherwise he would not be the only one who would lose face!
"And what if you lose?"
"If I lose..." Qin Lingcheng smiled proudly: "I will compensate you with three thousand meritorious deeds and a bottle of high-grade Peiyuan Pill!"
Three thousand meritorious deeds and top grade Pei Yuan Dan!
Strictly speaking, the value of these two items is definitely not comparable to the secret book of Xuan Gong held by the ancestor, but Qin Lingcheng does not want to keep the secret book as his own. In fact, it is not allowed according to the rules of the family.
Therefore, if he simply asked Qin Yun to hand over the secret book, his bet would be justified.
In the eyes of those onlookers, Qin Lingcheng was undoubtedly open-minded and astonishing.
"Who do you think will win this contest?"
"I think Qin Yun is not weak in strength. Although he is one level behind Qin Lingcheng, but after learning Nine Yang Xuan Gong, the outcome is really unpredictable!"
"You don't know this. Jiuyang Xuan Gong is a Xuan-level skill. Qin Yun, a collateral disciple, has so many meritorious deeds to ask his mentor for advice. It would be a waste to put this secret book in his hands!"
"Qin Yun is nothing, I am optimistic about Qin Lingcheng, he will definitely win!"
The disciples in the stands were talking a lot, but most of them supported Qin Lingcheng.
If it were a competition for popularity in the Foreign Affairs Hall, Qin Yun would definitely lose miserably.
At this time, the arbitrator explained the rules of the competition to the two and then retreated to the sidelines.
The duel between the two sides officially begins.
The whole place was silent, and almost everyone held their breath.
Qin Lingcheng raised his arms and raised his hands in a sword stance, staring at Qin Yun not far away, and his heart was extremely hot!
Just as Qin Yun had guessed, the reason why Qin Lingcheng invited Qin Yun to fight after his winning streak was entirely because someone was instigating him behind the scenes, not because he and Qin Yun had a big grudge that needed to be resolved.
That person promised that as long as he could defeat severely injured or even kill Qin Yun in the duel, he would be guaranteed a place to be recommended to Tiancheng Sword Sect!
Qin Lingcheng couldn't refuse this temptation.
Although he is a direct descendant, the Qifang has always been weak in the clan, and he is a concubine rather than a legitimate son, so there was no hope of getting a place in the Sword Sect.
But now, with the opportunity right in front of him, Qin Lingcheng will never allow himself to fail!
Qin Yun must die!
Clang!
Thirty steps away, Qin Yun drew the Qinggang sword.
He saw the flash of light in his opponent's eyes, the ruthlessness, greed and unerasable murderous intent.
But this did not affect Qin Yun's mind at all. The moment the long sword was unsheathed, he seemed to have returned to the world of Small Universe.
Thousands of wolves rushed towards him from all directions, more ferocious and violent than the wolves he had ever encountered before, and he could only rely on the sword in his hand to fight his way through the siege!
Killing! Endless killing!
Qin Yun's dark eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of blood. It was a sign of gathering all the Nine Suns' true energy, but it was filled with boundless murderous intent, like a blood-devouring ferocious beast!
Qin Lingcheng's eyes just met those eyes that did not look like human beings. A chill could not help but rise in his heart, and he subconsciously felt a little timid.
At this moment, Qin Yun's figure suddenly moved.
It looked like he just took a step forward, and his tall body became shorter, as if he had bent down.
But in the next moment, Qin Yun's whole body and the sword in his hand turned into a bright sword light, whizzing straight towards his opponent, and the sound of rolling wind and thunder spread in all directions!
"ah!"
The stands around the martial arts arena were full of exclamations of surprise.
It's not surprising that Qin Yun launched the attack first, but his attack was so fast and violent, and the sword energy he unleashed was so fierce and violent, it far exceeded everyone's expectations.
This instantaneous change between movement and stillness is shocking!
Before the disciples in the stands could even blink, Qin Yun's sword light suddenly struck Qin Lingcheng within seven or eight steps!
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Before he could get close, the lightning-like sword light suddenly exploded.
Thousands of sword energy flew out at the same time, cutting through the air to form a dense sword net, completely covering Qin Ling City.
All his escape routes are blocked!
It wasn't until his vision was occupied by the shadow of the flying sword energy blade that Qin Lingcheng woke up from a dream.
He thought that he had underestimated Qin Yun very much. He thought that he was more than 70% sure that he could win Qin Yun. He thought that defeating Qin Yun was only a matter of time. He thought...
All the confidence was shattered by this sword in an instant!
Qin Lingcheng's mind suddenly went blank. Driven entirely by instinct, he raised his sword to block with all his strength!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ferocious collision between the qi and energy produced a fine explosion like rain hitting banana trees, and Qin Lingcheng's figure disappeared in the brilliant sword light.
Everyone opened their eyes wide and watched this thrilling scene nervously!
