It was almost early in the morning when Rong Ma broke through to Thirty-seven Swords, but he still sent people to shout in front of the mountain gate of Yujian Sect. This method was very low-end, but the most powerful enemy broke through before the battle and attacked Yujian Sect.
It was also a heavy blow.
The old and new disciples saw that the Nine Sons of Yu Jian were almost wiped out by Xiang Shan alone. Although they had no evidence, they were sure that Xiang Shan was from the Tianyan Sect.
The new disciples plan to become vassals after the Sword Control Sect's defeat. They don't have much psychological burden.
But after being taught by Li Qilin in the past few days and seeing the strength of their masters and uncles, they were somewhat proud. But this pride was also exhausted tonight.
"When I saw how good my uncles were with swordsmanship, I thought that the Sword Control Sect could really defeat the Tianyan Sect. But now it seems that I am just sitting in a well watching the sky."
"How can a small, run-down sect be able to defeat the three sects of the Taoist sect? Didn't we know this when we joined? What am I expecting now?"
"One person swept through the eight of us with the highest cultivation level. In the end, it was Master Qin who made a shameless sneak attack and almost killed the opponent. Can we win like this? If this idea is revealed, the Taoists will definitely laugh out loud.
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The old disciples listened to the words of the new disciples. They were full of dissatisfaction. Some of them had bad tempers and were about to get into trouble. Fortunately, several calm fellow disciples stopped them, so the Sword Control Sect did not have internal strife before the war.
Ren Mo was instructing Liu Xing in forging, while Qin Shuo was watching from the side.
Liu Xing's blacksmithing qualifications were worse than Qin Shuo imagined. Qin Shuo was a little unhappy.
Now that he heard the voices sent by the disciples of Tianyan Sect with spiritual power, even if he didn't want to participate in the sword competition, he still wanted to rush out of the mountain gate and slap the bad mouths of these people.
He snorted and said disdainfully: "Thirty-seven swords? Bah!"
When Ren Mo heard Qin Shuo's low curse, his eyes turned around. He asked Liu Xing to practice on his own while he walked to Qin Shuo's side.
"Since the young master cares about the success or failure of the Sword Controlling Sect, why can't he take action?"
Qin Shuo's resentment towards Ren Mo was still not over at this time, so he didn't want to explain more.
"Do your own thing, and you'd better not meddle in my affairs."
There was a look of sadness on Ren Mo's eyebrows. He really had feelings for the Sword Controlling Sect, but he knew that what he had done before had left a very bad impression on Qin Shuo, and he really didn't dare to dissuade him.
He thought to himself: "Rong Ma Fu! Why are you so arrogant? If my young master hadn't been unwilling to take action, you would be no different from an ant."
Liu Xing could not hear the outside sound at all, because Ren Mo used spiritual power to completely wrap him and the forging platform in order to prevent him from being affected.
But he felt guilty all night, as if something he couldn't accept was happening quietly under his nose.
When the hammer came down, Liu Xing almost smashed his finger.
The voices of the disciples of the Tianyan Sect were also heard in the pressure situation. Li Qilin was practicing against three of his fellow disciples. He was never negligent, but he was stabbed in the arm by Julie's sword.
Julie was horrified and hurriedly asked.
Li Qilin shook his head, his face as gentle as ever. He pressed the wound, blood still seeped out from his fingers, but he smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it's just a flesh wound."
Qi Qi was still nervous, so he said to Xiao Wu: "Hurry up and ask Junior Brother Qin to come over and treat the injuries of the Senior Brother."
Xiao Wu turned around and left.
But Li Qilin stopped him: "Don't harass Junior Brother Qin!"
Li Qilin spoke a little hastily and his voice was a little loud, sounding like he was roaring.
This was a situation that the usually calm Li Qilin had never experienced before, and everyone's already melancholy mood became even more melancholy.
"Damn it! What Rong Ma and those people said still affected the head senior brother."
"The head junior brother has blocked all the pressure by himself, but he is not as calm as he seems on the surface."
"Thirty-seven swords... How could Rong Ma break through to thirty-seven swords at this last moment? Is it really God who wants to destroy our sword-controlling sect?"
Julie’s little fists clenched tighter:
"It's all my fault! If I break through to the Nineteenth Sword, the pressure on the head disciple will be much less, and I will be a waste!"
Li Qilin also felt that he had lost his temper. After being attacked by a surprise attack, his sword-handling skills had not improved any more. He was really under a lot of pressure.
He forced a smile and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you guys? I just feel that Junior Brother Qin is still injured, so I don't want to disturb him."
Xiao Wu complained in a low voice: "Junior Brother Qin's medical skills are so superb, why can't he cure himself?"
A senior fellow apprentice shrugged: "It is said that one can heal but not oneself. If we don't have medical skills, we shouldn't blame him."
Xiao Wu shook his head: "How can I blame you? I'm just worried. Yes, I was defeated by my junior brother, but we are only between brothers. Whether he plays or not has no impact on the outcome of the battle. I am
Seeing that he was fine on the surface, but was too injured to fight, I was afraid that he had suffered extremely serious internal injuries, but I kept it hidden."
When everyone heard this, they all became worried. From the day they recognized Qin Shuo as the tenth son of Yu Jian, they became flesh and blood relatives.
Li Qilin is the only one who knows the inside story, but he will not expose Qin Shuo. Everyone has their own choice, and he cannot force it.
He comforted everyone and said, "Don't worry, everyone. Junior Brother Qin has already told me that his injury is really not serious. We just need to practice swordsmanship with all our heart."
Li Qilin sat on the edge and asked Qi Qiyue to bandage his wounds. His fellow sect's sword practice started again, and the sound of pressure in the room was sonorous.
Li Qilin said nothing, but his eyes flickered, and he thought to himself:
"Maybe...tomorrow...this is no longer the territory of my Sword Controlling Sect. I personally destroyed the sect's ten thousand-year inheritance. How can I still have the nerve to see the master again? Forget it, if I lose tomorrow, I will die to apologize.
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At dawn, set off.
The venue for the sword competition between the two sects was set up in a square under Xuanjian Peak. The square was temporarily opened, and there are faint traces of felling trees and filling in ravines.
For the sake of fairness, the venue was not set up by the Tianyan Sect. They invited a third party to develop it, and the judges of the competition were the elders of the two nearby Taoist sects, the Corpse Clan, and the Buddhist Jianglong Temple.
The judges were sent by clan leaders, while the leader of the Earth Tribulation Sect came in person.
If Tianyan Sect was just fighting against an unknown sect, such a judging configuration would be too high.
It can be seen that Xiao Jiujiu of Tianyan Sect cannot hide it from the people of the world, but they are close to the water tower, and other sects want to destroy it, but they can't do it.
Li Qilin looked up at those high-ranking figures. Even today in the competition, there are still sects inviting him. As long as he nods, the Sword Controlling Sect can get help.
But these help are not without cost. No matter what conditions other sects offer, their purpose is still the same as Tianyan Sect.
Li Qilin nodded and wanted to give away the inheritance.
Li Qilin competed with swords and had to give away the inheritance.