Wuliang Mountain, Wuliang Sword School, Sword Lake Palace, Martial Arts Hall.
Two people sat on the east side of the training hall. The leader was a middle-aged nun in her forties. Her face was livid and her lips were tightly shut.
The person sitting below was an old man in his fifties, twirling his long beard with his right hand, looking very proud.
Their seats were more than ten feet apart, and there were more than twenty male and female disciples standing behind each of them. There were more than ten guests sitting in a row of chairs on the west side.
The gazes of both sides were focused on the battle between the two people in the arena. One of them was a middle-aged man, and the other was a young man.
"Swoosh!" A green light flashed in the arena, and a green steel sword suddenly stabbed out, pointing at the middle-aged man's left shoulder. The young man didn't wait for the sword to be used up, and his wrist shook as the sword slanted, and the sword's edge had already sliced towards the right side of the man's neck.
The middle-aged man blocked with his sword. With a clang, the two swords collided. With a buzzing sound, the two swords flashed with sword light. After three moves, the middle-aged man's sword suddenly fell down and slashed at the youth's head. The young man dodged to the right, and with a sword gesture in his left hand, the green steel sword stabbed into the man's thigh.
Their sword techniques were swift as they fought with all their might.
The young man and the middle-aged man had already exchanged more than seventy moves. Their sword moves were getting tighter and tighter, and it was still not clear who would win.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man swung his sword with great force. His body shook slightly as if he was about to fall.
A young man in a green robe among the guests from the west couldn't help but laugh. He immediately knew that he had lost his composure and quickly reached out to cover his mouth. This person was that little fool Duan Yu.
Right at this moment, the young man in the middle of the arena struck out with his left hand, striking the back of the man. The man took a step forward to avoid it, and the sword in his hand suddenly spun in a circle as he shouted,""Fire!"
"Ah!" The youth's left leg had already been hit by the sword. He staggered and pushed the sword against the ground. He stood up straight and prepared to fight again.
However, the middle-aged man had already sheathed his sword. He smiled and said,"Junior Brother Chu, thank you, thank you. Aren't your injuries serious?”
Hearing this, the young man's face turned pale. He bit his lips and said,"Thank you for showing mercy, Senior Brother Gong."
The long-bearded old man smiled and said,""The Eastern Sect has already won three rounds. It seems that the Sword Lake Palace will let the Eastern Sect stay for another five years. Junior Sister Xin, do we still have to compete?”
The middle-aged nun sitting on the seat of honor suppressed her anger and said,"Master Zuo has indeed taught your disciple well. But I wonder if Zuo Shixiong has gained much in the study of the Immeasurable Jade Wall in the past five years?”
The long-bearded elder glared at her and said seriously,""Junior Sister, how could you forget the rules of our sect?”
"Humph!" The Daoist nun's face sank and she stopped talking.
This old man was Zuo Zimu, the sect leader of the East Sect of the Infinite Sword Sect. The nun was Xin Shuangqing, the sect master of the West Sect of the Infinite Sword Sect.
The battle between the middle-aged man surnamed Gong and the young man surnamed Chu was already the fourth round of the sword competition. Since the man surnamed Gong had won, the Eastern Sect had won three out of four rounds. There was no need for the fifth round. Therefore, the ownership of the Immeasurable Jade Wall would belong to the Eastern Sect.
The people sitting on the west chairs were from other sects. Some of them were notaries invited by the leaders of the Eastern and Western Sects, while the others were guests who came to observe the ceremony.
These people were all well-known figures in Yunnan's martial arts world.
However, Duan Yu, who was sitting at the bottom of the table, was a nobody. He was the one who sneered when the man surnamed Gong made a mistake.
Of course, this reputation came from Ma Wude, the old martial arts master of Pu 'er in southern Yunnan.
Ma Wude was a big tea merchant. He was rich and hospitable. He had the style of Meng Chang. When a martial master in dire straits went to seek refuge, he would treat him sincerely. Therefore, he had good relationships with people, but his martial arts were mediocre.
When Zuo Zimu heard Ma Wude introduce him, he said that this young man's surname was Duan. Duan was the national surname of Dali Kingdom. There were thousands of people with the surname Duan in Dali.
When Zuo Zimu heard this, he didn't think much of it. He thought that it was most likely Ma Wude's disciple. This Old Man Ma's own martial arts were mediocre, and the disciples he taught were also very good. Therefore, he didn't even bother to say the word "long time to meet". He only cupped his hands and entered the guest seat.
Unexpectedly, Duan Yu did not know the immensity of heaven and earth. When Zuo Zimu's proud disciple feigned a feint to lure the enemy, he laughed mockingly, which angered Zuo Zimu.
Zuo Zimu smiled and said," The four disciples that Junior Sister Xin sent out this year have impressive attainments in swordsmanship. We won the fourth round by luck." Martial Nephew Chu is so young, but he has actually cultivated to such a level. His future is truly limitless. In five years, I'm afraid our East and West Sect will have to change positions.”
"Haha, haha!" As he spoke, Zuo Zimu burst into laughter. Suddenly, he turned his gaze to the young man surnamed Duan and said,"My bad disciple just won with a feint,'Stumbling Footer', but this Brother Duan seems to be quite disapproving. How about Brother Duan come down and give me some pointers? Brother Ma Wu was famous in Diannan, and a strong general had no weak soldiers under him. Brother Duan's means must be quite high.”
"Haha! There's going to be a good show!" Three people sat on the beam of the Sword Lake Palace and Martial Arts Hall. Two women and one man were eating melon seeds while the other woman looked at Duan Yu with disdain.
The three of them were Zhao Yi, Qian Xue, and Zhong Ling. Zhong Ling arrived first, while Zhao Yi and Qian Xue arrived later. After a short discussion, they basically reached a consensus.
Hearing this, Qian Xue said disdainfully,"Hmph! He's just a fool. What's there to see?”
"You are indeed a little dull." Zhong Ling nodded playfully in agreement.
Zhao Yi chuckled and teased,""It's only interesting if you're stupid! If he was just a normal person, what was there to see?”As he spoke, Zhao Yi took out a handful of melon seeds from Zhong Ling's melon seed bag.
"Humph!" This made Qian Xue feel very uncomfortable. It was as if something had been snatched away, and she could not explain it clearly.
Zhong Ling's appearance: She had a round face with a small dimple at the corner of her mouth. Her face was like the morning glow, her eyes were like the autumn waters, her skin was smooth and smooth, and her smile was like a flower. Her appearance was bright and beautiful, and her breath was like an orchid. The more one looked at her, the more beautiful she became, making one unable to bear to look away. Her skin was snow-white and tender, and there was a hint of red in her fair skin. It reflected her delicate and charming appearance.
Zhong Ling was graceful and graceful. Her spiritual energy was a faint fragrance. It was a unique treasure bestowed upon her by the Creator. She was intelligent but immature, gentle but not reserved. Her innocent appearance was indescribably pure and cute. It was as if she was angry, causing one's heart to waver.
[Zhong Ling's temperament is that of a lotus flower emerging from the water. She is elegant and refined. She is pure and bright. She is fresh and pleasant.]
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