Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 81 Peach blossoms flying, swords gleaming, leaves falling like winter and spring

Ye Qian'an nodded and smiled, "So that's how it is. Using the crying sound to extract the opponent's soul and use it for your own benefit, or controlling the opponent's soul and keeping it under control, Senior Brother Fan Tao is really good at it."

"But it doesn't mean you can control my soul."

Fan Tao cried even louder after hearing this. This time, as the voice fell, countless purple-black souls suddenly appeared in the arena.

Ye Qian'an knew some of these souls, including the Poison Master Qin Wuyan, one of the Five Poison Guards of Luohe Sect, and Zhou Tong, who had slandered him last time.

The disciples around looked at the soul that suddenly appeared with astonishment, and were also full of curiosity about Uncle Fan Tao's methods.

"I didn't expect that Uncle Fan Tao could actually call back the souls of the deceased. That should be Zhou Tong. She didn't even leave the sect."

"It's too scary. If I were to face him, I'm afraid my soul would be controlled by him before I could even make a move."

"I wonder how Uncle Ye feels when he sees Zhou Tong again?"

Ye Qian'an frowned slightly, looking at Zhou Tong's soul which had basically taken shape in front of him, and his previous expression was almost gone.

"Junior sister Zhou Tong, it was the head of Danyangzi who killed you. Now, let me personally send your soul to the three paths."

Ye Qian'an suddenly waved his fingers, looked into the distance at the sky, and smiled heartily: "Sword raised!"

As Ye Qian'an's voice fell, countless peach blossom leaves in the sect slowly rose up, and the pink flowers and plants spun wildly in the air, forming a giant tornado that was a hundred meters high.

At this moment, the petals inside the tornado seemed to be controlled by some kind of energy and turned into fairy swords, with the sword beams flashing dazzling light.

"Swordsmanship?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the peach blossoms on the mountain instantly fell. Ye Qian'an attracted all the flowers in the mountain with a sword and withstood the impact of countless dead souls without any hindrance.

Peach blossoms were flying in the sect square, and Ye Qian'an broke through the rain of blossoms and swung his sword again. It was already spring, but Ye Qian'an's sword brought frost.

"Peach blossoms are flying like swords, and the fallen leaves are drifting like winter and spring."

Ye Qian'an took off the wine gourd from his waist. In a poetic mood, he couldn't wait to take a sip. He then said, "The autumn wind is a sword, rotten wood is a sword, clouds and mist are swords, and there is nothing in the world that cannot be made into a sword."

Ye Qian'an smiled in a casual manner, and pointed his right index finger at the misty fairy fog again. The sword light he swung this time was even more dazzling and eye-catching. It not only shattered the souls of Zhou Tong and others, but also knocked Fan Tao's body a hundred meters away.

Many sect disciples suddenly stopped when they saw this scene. One of them, an old man with white hair and beard, looked at Leng Qianning and sighed, "Such a proud child of heaven will definitely leave us in the future. What a pity."

Leng Qianning squinted her eyes the whole time. Although she didn't say anything, she knew in her heart that Ye Qian'an would eventually leave Qingxuan Sect.

Originally, she wanted to use the position of the sect's chief elder to contain Ye Qian'an, and then make him the sect's headmaster in the future and let him stay in Qingxuan Sect forever.

Now seeing the magnificent swordsmanship again, Leng Qianning's heart finally began to waver.

"Like spring water bluer than the sky, sleeping on a painted boat listening to the rain. Green trees around the village contain drizzling rain, while the cold wave rolls the flat sand behind the city."

The following competition was not intense, as most of the cultivators were in the Nascent Soul and Spiritualization stages, and the majority of them were inner disciples in the Nascent Soul stage.

Lin Xuezhu originally thought that she had no chance of becoming the elder, but she never expected that she would succeed. Not only did she defeat the Nascent Soul cultivator, she also surprised everyone with her sword dance.

"I succeeded!" Lin Xuezhu jumped up happily, her delicate face filled with excitement.

You know, being able to enter the top ten means that she is already an elder of the sect. As long as she enters the top five, she will be able to obtain the mountains and rivers bestowed by the sect and recruit disciples.

This is also the position that Lin Xuezhu has always dreamed of, and it was finally successfully completed today.

Lin Xuezhu ran to Ye Qian'an and said with a happy face: "Uncle Master, I succeeded. I will also be a sect elder in the future."

Ye Qian'an smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand and rubbed Lin Xuezhu's head, and said softly: "I have said it before, the world is still uncertain, no one can guarantee what the ending will be like."

Lin Xuezhu's pretty face flushed, and her immature lips slightly opened as she said, "Master, tonight... are you free? Xuezhu... has prepared a jar of good wine... and wants to taste it with you."

Hearing the words "good wine", Ye Qian'an naturally accepted the offer and agreed directly, and made an appointment to meet at the Huaishui Bamboo Pavilion.

Wang Teng looked at Ye Qiyan's back, his eyes full of envy and jealousy. Why did these women surround Ye Qiyan? Don't he have any charm at all?

unfair!
This is not fair!

Wang Teng had several black lines on his forehead, and his back teeth were almost broken. He said word by word: "Ye Qian'an, don't worry, as long as the young master of the Divine Sword Sect comes, let alone you, even if you are the master, I can't protect you!"

With the end of the first round, there will be a three-incense-stick break. The failed disciples will have a separate competition to rank the bottom ten places.

"Three incense sticks have passed. The second round of elders' battle will begin. The top six will be decided!"

"Among you eleven, one person will be given a bye and go directly to the top six. The remaining ten will face off in pairs according to the order of the draw!"

As Danyangzi's words echoed, suddenly, a ray of light appeared on the battlefield. This light formed a blue token that was half a zhang in size.

While floating, the tokens in the hands of eleven geniuses, including Ye Qian'an, seemed to be summoned at this moment. They left their hands in an instant, headed straight for the tokens, and merged into them.

"We have used the sect's secret method to conceal the secrets of heaven. We seek fairness and justice. Even I cannot interfere with the tokens inside, so you can rest assured. Now, take them all and choose your own sequence."

Wang Teng and others also used their spiritual sense to pull out the tokens, and after seeing the corresponding number plates in their hands, they read them all out.

"I'm number eight."

Lu Lingjiao smiled charmingly and said: "Number three"

Zhou Cang raised the token in his hand and said cheerfully: "Number 6"

Chihun said calmly: "Number One"

Lin Xuezhu looked at the jade slip in his hand, sighed deeply and said, "It seems that my good luck has come to an end. Disciple Lin Xuezhu, number ten."

After receiving the beads, every disciple immediately spoke up and stated his own sequence, while looking around to find disciples who had left a chance.

After everyone had stated their ranking, all eyes stayed on Ye Qiyan, because everyone had stated their position except Ye Qiyan, who had said nothing.

Ye Qian'an lowered his head and glanced at the token in his hand, and found that there was not a single word on it. In other words, he could advance directly to the top six without any trouble.

(End of this chapter)