Seeing the astonished look on the host's face and reaching for the card in his pocket, several people on the stage couldn't help but laugh. They were the only ones who could clearly see what was going on.
"Junior Brother Xiaofan's body skills are beyond my reach, Senior Brother!"
Zhao Yijian sighed: "If I had this skill, I would have obtained the lightning strike wood long ago, and maybe even the sky thunder stone can be obtained."
"Old Jing, let's not talk about it. Your Lao Shizi Xiaoyao Sect's offensive skills are not very good, but its body skills are unique..."
Dong Dabin also admired Su Xiaofan's body skills. Among the judges, Su Xiaofan's body skills ranked first. Even Wang Zhenren of Qingcheng Taoist Temple, who was always famous for his body skills, was not as good as him.
"Who's coming up next? Announce it soon!"
"That's right, what is the host talking about there..."
"Hey, I guess I forgot the words."
"You seem to be looking for something. Really, you don't have the qualities to be a host at all."
The host felt awkward standing in the venue. He originally thought it was just a formality and he would just read the name on the cue card, but he didn't realize why the cue card in his hand was missing.
The host is also a practitioner, so he naturally knows that all sects want face. If he says something wrong, he will offend others in vain, and sweat breaks out on his forehead in a hurry.
"Xiaofan, please return the cue card to him."
After all, it was an exchange meeting organized by relevant departments. Seeing the host's scratchy look, Lu'an shook his head and said something to Su Xiaofan's spiritual consciousness.
"Okay, I'm just making a joke for him."
Su Xiaofan chuckled, took out the card from his pocket, held the card between his index and middle fingers, raised his hand, and the card appeared between the host's fingers, which were wiping sweat.
"What...what's going on?"
When the host took his hand off, his eyes happened to see the card, and he was immediately confused. Could it be that he was blind just now? Didn't he see the card in his hand?
After announcing the next sect to come up, the host left the martial arts arena in a daze. What he had just experienced made him a little doubtful about life. Could it be that some supernatural event happened in broad daylight?
Everyone who performs martial arts on stage works very hard, and this exchange meeting once a year is rare.
Whether they can excel among their peers, whether they can leave a name in the world of cultivators, and whether they can make their sect prosperous all depends on their performance in the exchange meeting.
Su Xiaofan watched the martial arts performances of everyone on the stage very seriously. He had only been practicing for half a year. Except for those in the special recruitment class, everyone on the stage could crush him in terms of training time.
Although those people on the stage were not high enough in cultivation or deep enough, their punches and movements were all honed through hard work. There was a lot worth learning and learning from Su Xiaofan.
In addition, with Su Xiaofan's cultivation level of vision, he can also see some deeper things, that is, the movement of meridians in each person's body when performing martial arts.
Through the movement of these people's Qi and blood meridians, Su Xiaofan can roughly deduce the techniques they practice.
But for now, the techniques below Da Zhoutian are basically the same, and Su Xiaofan is more concerned about their moves.
"Su Xiaofan, you were so embarrassed just now."
Just when Su Xiaofan was concentrating on the people on the stage performing martial arts, Su Xiaofan's voice interrupted him.
"Why am I embarrassed?"
Su Xiaofan was still looking at the stage, and then said something perfunctory.
"You came on stage just now and what were you doing standing there stupidly? It's better not to go up."
Su Xiaoxiao pouted and said: "I'm embarrassed to say that you are my brother, huh, you can just use the bastard of our village to do it."
"You know nothing. If the old village chief hears this, he will definitely beat you up."
Su Xiaofan turned around and looked at his sister, dumbfounded, "That's called Pi Gua Tong Back Fist. It's no worse than the Dong Family Fist just now, but it actually turns into a bastard boxing in your mouth."
Su Xiaofan had indeed practiced the village's Pi Gua Tong Bei Fist since he was a child, but that was a Sujia Village boxing technique and had nothing to do with the Xiaoyao Sect. If he practiced it, he would definitely be recognized.
The back-cutting chop has always been famous for its power. It opened and closed straight up and down. Su Xiaoxiao didn't understand anything at that time. It really looked a bit like a tortoise who was throwing random punches.
"By the way, why is no one coming from Sujia Village?"
Su Xiaofan suddenly felt something in his heart and raised his head to look at the judges' table, "Uncle Liu'an, Sujiacun, Luochuan, can be considered a member of the cultivator world, right?"
Su Xiaofan saw today that even Tong Dongjie's Tong family sent people, but no one came from Sujia Village.
"Huh? Are you from Sujia Village?"
When Lu'an heard Su Xiaofan's spiritual message, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Sujiacun belongs to the cultivator world, but it announced that it would not participate in the affairs of the cultivator world twenty years ago."
"What's the reason?"
Su Xiaofan asked, he was from Sujia Village, but he didn't know anything about it before.
"I really don't know about this. It seems to be related to some things inside Sujia Village."
Lu'an shook his head slightly, "If you ask me about this, you might as well ask your master. He knows a little more than me."
"Okay, thank you very much, Uncle Liu'an."
Su Xiaofan nodded and kept the matter in his heart, and would ask his master later.
The whole morning ended with martial arts performances by various sects and families. Lu'an announced that each family would go back to the hotel for dinner, and then continue the exchange meeting at 2:30 in the afternoon.
As soon as Lu'an said these words, the scene suddenly burst into mourning. Su Xiaoxiao almost burst into tears. She didn't want to run again.
In fact, going down the mountain is quite fast, but it still takes half an hour. Plus the more than an hour going up the mountain, it takes two hours to go back and forth.
It was exactly 12 noon now. After these people came down from the mountain, they finished their meal and rushed up the mountain almost non-stop.
People like Su Xiaofan and the others naturally don't care. They can take a nap without going back and forth.
Practitioners in the middle and late stages of Qi training are also relatively relaxed, but those who are in the early stages of Qi training have a hard time, and in the special recruitment class, there are people who have not yet cultivated the sense of Qi.
However, with an order from Lu'an, people from relevant departments began to clear the place, and no one could stay except the staff.
A group of people were driven down the mountain like ducks. Su Xiaofan found an excuse to get rid of his sister. The master just sent a message asking him to stay.
"This treatment is a bit double standard."
Following Master and a group of "peers", Su Xiaofan came to a building not far from the top of the mountain. This was the Qingcheng Taoist Temple, the second largest force in Qingcheng.
Now Su Xiaofan was also very helpless. He called Master Jing Shizhen, but he called him Senior Brother Zhao Yijian, talking to everyone as if they were their equals.
As a result, Jing Shizhen suddenly became proud, teasing a group of old friends for being downgraded, and was almost beaten by a group of people.
Taoist food is light, but the tea served after the meal is the product of the restricted area. Drinking it will make people feel refreshed and refreshed, making people feel brighter and brighter.
"Old Jing, how about your Xiaoyao Sect's communication in the afternoon?"
Sitting in the tea room chatting, Dong Dabin looked at Jing Shizhen with an unkind look on his face and said: "If Su Xiaofan comes on stage, then it's just a farce competition, and I'll let your Xiaoyao Sect take first place."
"Huh? The content of the afternoon exchange is a competition and discussion?"
Su Xiaofan was stunned for a moment when he heard this. The meeting process stated that these three days were just exchanges and there was no specific content.
"Well, what's the name of a cultivator if you don't have actual combat?"
Lu'an nodded, "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, all sects will compete and compete. I'm afraid that everyone will be useless if they practice hard. I don't know what to do when I see the creatures in the restricted area..."
"Yes, we can see blood in this sparring session, as long as no one is killed."
Zhao Yijian nodded and said: "Junior Brother Xiaofan, please don't go up. Junior Brother Jing, if your Xiaoyao Sect wants to go up, you can do it yourself."
As soon as Zhao Yijian said this, the audience burst into laughter. Zhao Yijian called Su Xiaofan his junior brother and called Jing Shizhen his junior brother. This was deliberately teasing Jing Shizhen.
"Well, I have promoted the Xiaoyao Sect to great heights. There are two disciples in one sect, but they are both in the Three Flowers Gathering Stage."
The look on Jing Shizhen's face made everyone sigh in unison. Who didn't know that Xiaoyao Sect was the name casually chosen by Jing Shizhen, an old bastard? They really took it seriously.
In fact, this was the reason why the Jian Sect was willing to accept the two of them as disciples. They did not know that the Xiaoyao Sect had a sect inheritance on the top of the Five Mountains, and they only thought that Jing Shizhen had received some martial arts inheritance from casual cultivators.
You must know that the sect's inheritance site is something that most sects and aristocratic families do not have. As far as we know, the Sword Tomb of the Sword Sect is considered one.
Of course, as for whether other sects have secret inheritance, that is their own business.
However, any sect that has a sect inheritance, even if it may have declined now, must have been a large sect with extremely profound foundations in ancient times.
As long as there is a place where the sect inherits, such a sect will one day regain its glory.
Therefore, if Jian Zong knew that Jing Shizhen had this kind of inheritance, he would never include the two of them in the family.
"Uncle Liu'an, please go back and remove the name Xiaoyao Sect from the host."
Su Xiaofan said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether it's me or Master, they are all bullying people. You have to say hello to the host, that person doesn't look very smart."
"It's better to call me Senior Brother. When you call me Senior Uncle, how will I feel about Alexander?"
Lu'an also joked with Su Xiaofan. They were both cultivators at the same level of cultivation, and no one had the airs of their seniors with Su Xiaofan.
It was almost time for the exchange meeting to start, and a few people went to the venue in a hurry.
Unlike many people who arrive at the last minute in the early morning, people arrive very early in the afternoon and basically go up the mountain after lunch.
Su Xiaofan separated from Lu'an and others before entering the venue, looked around the venue, and quietly sat down next to his sister and Mo Zixuan.
"Su Xiaofan, I heard that there is a competition in the afternoon. If you can't do it, why don't you join?"
When she met her brother, Su Xiaoxiao felt uncomfortable even if she didn't say a few words, but she was really caring, but the words she said didn't sound very nice.
"Yes, in the afternoon's sparring session, the use of magic weapons is allowed, and you may see blood."
Mo Zixuan was also a little worried about Su Xiaofan. After all, in their eyes, Su Xiaofan was just a practitioner in the early stages of Qi training. He didn't even know how to box or kick, so wasn't he looking for abuse?
"Well, our Xiaoyao Sect will not participate in the competition." Su Xiaofan nodded and didn't say anything more. He just pretended that he was here to observe and learn these days.
In fact, Su Xiaofan rarely saw cultivators fighting. He knew very little about cultivators' methods and was very restrained in his personal martial arts performances. But when it came to the competition, each family would show off their real skills.
The exchange meeting in the afternoon was still announced by Lu'an, but the competition was not called by the host, but each team volunteered.
Perhaps everyone wanted to hide their clumsiness at first, but for a while no one came to the martial arts arena. Lu'an couldn't help but frowned and looked at Zhao Yijian.
Zhao Yijian nodded slightly and transmitted a few words to the audience.
"I'm Jianzong Weinan. I'm here to teach you some clever tricks. It's a good idea."
The disciple of the Sword Sect who was the first to perform martial arts in the morning jumped onto the martial arts field, holding the long sword in his hand and looking at everyone in the audience.
"It's a bit boring to always let the juniors compete and learn from each other. Which of your peers can come up and compete?"
Wei Nan stood on the martial arts field, like a sharp sword unsheathed, and his whole body was so sharp that even the disciples with lower cultivation levels could not look directly at him.
Wei Nan was the last disciple to join the Sword Sect twenty years ago. He was a generation higher than many people in the audience, but there were also many people in the audience who were in the late stages of Qi training.
Jian Zong is the best at attacking. Wei Nan almost suppressed nearly a hundred disciples in the audience with one person, which shows the strength of Jian Zong.
"I come!"
As if Wei Nan had lost face, a person in the audience roared angrily and jumped onto the martial arts field.
"Dong Dacheng of the Dong family, please teach Senior Brother Wei a brilliant move!"
The man who came up looked somewhat similar to Dong Dabin, and his surname was Dong, so there was no need to ask whether he was from the Dong family.
The two of them performed a martial arts salute and each stood at one end of the martial arts arena.
What is a little surprising is that Wei Nan stood still, but Dong Dacheng, who didn't hold a weapon, attacked in front of him without saying a word.
Unlike his nephew Dong Banshuang's weak martial arts performance in the morning, Dong Dacheng seemed to explode the air as soon as he took action, and a loud noise shocked the entire Qingcheng peak.
And Dong Dacheng's speed was not slow either. Following the sound, he had already reached Wei Nan's side, and his right fist struck Wei Nan's chest like lightning.
In the midst of this flash of lightning, the long sword in the scabbard of Wei Nan's left hand suddenly popped out, and his right hand quickly grasped the hilt.
Half of the sword's blade was in the scabbard. Wei Nan used the exposed blade of the scabbard to block Dong Dabin's punch.
With a crisp "dang" sound, Wei Nan's body slid back three meters, while Dong Dacheng also took two steps back.
Everyone thought that Dong Dacheng would suffer a loss. After all, if his fist was against the blade, his fist would naturally suffer.
However, when everyone looked at Dong Dacheng, they discovered that his fist seemed to be coated with a layer of silver luster, and the fist that hit the sword blade just now was not injured at all.
"His gloves are also magic weapons!"
Su Xiaofan could tell at a glance that Dong Dacheng's gloves contained a touch of magic power, but the long sword Wei Nan was holding was just an ordinary long sword made of fine iron, not a magical weapon.
"Senior Brother Wei, take a few more punches from me!"
Dong Dacheng laughed and stepped forward again, his fists making a whirring sound. Under the reflection of the afternoon sun, the gloves actually gave off a dazzling luster, affecting Wei Nan's vision.
However, Wei Nan's swordsmanship was indeed excellent. He did not deliberately distance himself from Dong Dacheng, but held an unsheathed long sword and moved within a very small area to block Dong Dacheng's fist.
It seemed that the ordinary long sword was easy to break, but in Wei Nan's hands, it became very tough. Sometimes it was bent into a semicircle after being beaten, but it still bounced Dong Dacheng's fist out.
Su Xiaofan couldn't take his eyes off this duel. He used to use his strength to overwhelm others, but he never thought that his moves could have such a wonderful effect.
What Su Xiaofan was looking at was not Dong Dacheng. Dong Dacheng had the upper hand with the help of the power of the magic weapon, but Wei Nan, who only defended but did not attack, was undoubtedly superior.
This made Su Xiaofan know that Jianzong's swordsmanship was not only for forward action, but also for passive defense. An unsheathed long sword was mastered by Wei Nan, who was able to neutralize Dong Dacheng's killing moves one by one.
"You really think I can't force you to use your sword?"
Dong Dacheng attacked fiercely for a while, but the opponent didn't even pull out his sword. He suddenly felt that his face was dull, and his fists missed each other, and the attack became more fierce.
"Senior Brother Zhao, if you let Wei Nan play, you are a bit bullying."
Dong Dabin on the stage watched for a while and couldn't help but laugh bitterly, "Wei Nan is only one step away from entering the Three Flowers Gathering, right? Is he using Dacheng to practice his sword?"
"The pressure is still not enough. We are still a little short of advancing."
Zhao Yijian was also frowning at this moment. Perhaps only a cultivator at the Three Flowers Gathering level could make Wei Nan feel the pressure and break the shackles of his cultivation.
"Junior Brother Jing, how about we let Junior Brother Xiaofan take action later?" Zhao Yijian looked at Jing Shizhen who was sitting next to him.
"No, Xiaofan takes action, and Wei Nan has no room to fight back." Jing Shizhen shook his head.
Su Xiaofan in the audience twitched his ears and heard the conversation on the stage. He smiled bitterly and said through his spiritual consciousness: "Senior Brother Zhao, my master is right, I will strike a palm thunder. Do you think Wei Nan can block it?"
Can you live there?"
"Then forget it."
Zhao Yijian shook his head after hearing this. The thunder in the palm was a long-distance attack technique. Before Wei Nan mastered flying swords, he was afraid that a thunder in the palm could put him down, and it would not be effective in practicing swordsmanship.
"Brother Zhao, what Wei Nan lacks is the training of life and death. This kind of competition is of little use."
Lu'an said: "We will clear out a restricted area in a while and ask Wei Nan to go with us. If he doesn't die, he should be able to advance."
Lu'an was also envious of a genius like Wei Nan who could advance without the need for inner elixirs, so he was willing to give Wei Nan this opportunity.
"Hmm? Then thank you, Senior Brother Lu'an."
Zhao Yijian was overjoyed when he heard this. The relevant departments would definitely send out elite soldiers and generals to clear the restricted area. The danger was certainly there, but it should not be fatal, otherwise Lu'an would not have raised the issue.
While several people were having a conversation on the stage, the winner was also decided on the martial arts field.
Wei Nan felt the pressure from the other party's inability to bring him a breakthrough, so he didn't hold back anymore.
There was only a crisp sound of "dang", a sword light circled around Dong Dacheng's body, and the long sword was put back into its sheath.
"Senior Brother Wei, I understand, I'm still far behind."
Dong Dacheng stood there without punching again, with a wry smile on his face. Others didn't know what happened, but he knew it clearly.
"Brother Dong's boxing skills are fierce, and Wei Nan also admires him." Holding the sword in both hands, Wei Nan returned the salute.
"In this competition, Wei Nan wins!"
Liu'an on the judges' bench announced the winner.
"How did you win? Wasn't it Dong Dacheng who was suppressing Wei Nan?"
"That's right, Dong Dacheng clearly has the upper hand."
"Black whistle, the referee issued a black whistle."
Liu'an's face turned a little dark when he heard the discussion below. It seems that in the future, the masters will not be allowed to compete in the competition, because the group of low-hands below cannot understand.
But without Lu'an's explanation, the answer was soon revealed.
Just when Dong Dacheng stepped down, a powerful wind blew, and the double-breasted top that Dong Dacheng was wearing was opened from the chest.
Some sensible people in the audience suddenly realized that if Wei Nan's sword strike had been deeper, Dong Dacheng would have been disemboweled.