Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 100: Yunmeng Marsh (Update )
"Stop pretending! Go away!"

Soon after the team entered the swamp, Li Qingyu pushed Linjian's arm.

As an earth-type cultivator who also has to serve as a caravan guard, she practiced a technique called "Earth Listening".

As long as she puts her feet on the ground, she can "hear" the movements of people and horses within a certain radius.

Of course, the effectiveness of this ground listening technique is limited. If the opponent deliberately hides himself or simply flies towards you, it will not be very useful.

But now that they had just entered the swamp, it was obvious that the other three teams were not about to engage in deliberate ambush.

"Huh~" Lin Jian instantly changed from a sickly look to full of energy.

Only his teammates knew that he had fully recovered, and keeping a little information might cause the other three teams to make wrong judgments.

Anyway, we are all competitors, so we should be as defensive as possible.

After actually entering the range, everyone slowed down again.

This was their first time participating in a competition, and even with the experience of their predecessors, they were unsure of the organizers' arrangements.

After all, every participant in the competition is a newcomer, and the team battle method of each session, including site selection, is different. It is of reference value, but not much.

No one can guarantee where those people have hidden the Lingquan Pearls in advance, so they need to conduct a carpet screening first.

Including using spiritual awareness, magic... or even simply using the eyes.

Only by finding the pattern first can we speed up the collection progress in the second half. This is a more reliable method agreed upon by the team to complete this team battle.

In this regard, Li Qingyu, who practiced earth-based magic, should have the greatest advantage. However, as a physical practitioner, she had only practiced the "earth listening technique" to detect the movements of living things. This technique was not very effective in detecting dead objects.

Needless to say, the two sword cultivators in the team, Sun Qinghan who practices fire magic is also a pure bomb immortal. On the contrary, Yun Feiyang who practices wood spirit magic has now become the main force of the group.

This is a swamp.

There are water and trees in the swamp. Although his perception is not professional enough, he is still the best in the team.

Of course, the others were not idle either, and were all trying their best to investigate using their own methods.

Bai Jingxuan dived into the water, while Sun Qinghan lit a fire here and there when he had nothing better to do. Lin Jian even flew into the sky on his sword, quickly taking in the surroundings and even the terrain beyond.

Yunmeng Marsh is an ancient swamp stretching for thousands of miles, shrouded in gray-green mist all year round. Any cultivator who enters it needs to use their true qi to protect themselves, and it is an absolute death place for mortals.

Here, the boundary between water and land is blurred, dead trees are twisted like bones and pierce the water surface, and humus evaporates into colorful poisonous miasma.

The core area farther away is called the "Mirage Sea". Distorted light and shadows are reflected in the fog, and sometimes the virtual images of pavilions and towers emerge, and sometimes the terrifying whimpering of unknown creatures echoes.

That is where the "dream" comes from.

It is also a must-pass place for the four teams.

Before entering here, they had all received a serious warning from the elders, telling them to be extremely vigilant while in here and to keep their spiritual awareness alert at all times.

The dream-inducing mirage is pervasive, making every living being sleep for ten thousand years... and even sleepwalking.

……

Four teams appeared on the screen and slowly broke into the field of view.

Faced with a completely unfamiliar environment, the four teams made almost identical choices.

All of them are slowly moving forward in a carpet-style exploration, without missing any details.

Beneath the mist mirror, all the disciples from the four sects who had not yet gone into battle were nervously staring at their respective teams.

They came here to broaden their horizons. While learning the ways of doing things from their sect's outstanding and advanced disciples, they were also secretly worried about the dangers their senior brothers and sisters would encounter in this completely unfamiliar environment.

The elders of Xuanfeng Sect had already notified their disciples to be ready, and now they were mixed in the crowd and looking up at the live broadcast from the Water Mist Mirror in the sky.

The perspective of the Water Mist Mirror is locked.

The Yunmeng Marsh is so vast that it's impossible to monitor it all with the limited manpower and resources of the planners. Therefore, they can only focus on a few limited areas... such as the locations where the Lingquan Pearls are buried.

And now, the four teams that are almost moving forward at the same pace are all about to arrive at their first "checkpoint".

It is particularly exciting to see how each team will perform in this first level.

The elders of Xuanfeng Sect focused their attention on the picture showing Zhengyang Sect.

If there is any possible variable in this plan, it may be the sword cultivator of the Zhengyang Sect who is at the first level of foundation building.

After all, even if other people are strong, he can see through it clearly.

Only this swordsman from the Zhengyang Sect was so powerful that it was incomprehensible.

Fortunately, this kid was seriously injured in yesterday's duel with Bai Lingshuang from the Immortal Sect...

"Hmm~"

Looking at the picture of the man flying in the sky with a sword in the woods with a refreshed look, the elder of Xuanfeng Sect's heart trembled.

That vigorous face was even enlarged separately in the picture, and it was completely different from the pale and seriously injured look when he set out just now.

No, buddy! Are you hurt?

Was yesterday’s injury no joke?
Are you a human being? It’s okay to cheat your competitors, but why do you even cheat an old lonely man like me?

Do you have a sense of public morality?

"Don't be impatient." The elder of Xuanfeng Sect murmured to himself.

Maybe it's just a facade.

The serious injury he suffered yesterday couldn't have been fake. Unless he had some superb holy body or magical elixir, it would have been impossible for him to recover to his peak condition overnight.

Don't worry, you'll know when you meet your opponent in the first level...

"The fight started!"

The disciples of Xianyi Sect who were watching the show were the first to exclaim in surprise.

Their team was passing through a swamp.

Beneath the seemingly solid water meadow lies a quagmire large enough to swallow giants, and in the clear water lurk bloodthirsty hagfish.

These bloodthirsty monsters may not have smelled such a sweet scent of flesh and blood for dozens or even hundreds of years, and they launched an attack the moment the Xianyi team passed by.

…and then froze.

Bai Lingshuang's attack today was extremely ruthless. The hagfish hiding in a small pool of water were frozen into ice sculptures along with the pool that sheltered them.

As Bai Lingshuang twisted her jade hand, the ice sculpture frozen in mid-air shattered into pieces on the ground, and the monster inside it also broke into pieces.

Between the ice and corpses on the ground, three or five small balls emitting sea-blue light fell out with a tinkling sound.

Lingquan Pearl.

The other three teams also encountered their own first tests one after another.

As an appetizer, the first test is not that difficult.

Pingding Zong encountered a small maze, and the Lingquan Pearl was inside the maze.

The Lingyun Sect encountered quicksand under the water, and the Lingquan Pearl was gradually sinking deeper.

And the Zhengyang Sect... encountered a giant turtle.

(End of this chapter)