Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 55: Sword-Asking Qimen Palace (Part )
Daocheng witnessed this scene without changing his expression, as if he was simply observing a trivial matter. However, as his junior fellow apprentice and old friend, Piaomiaozi could still sense the Sect Master's displeasure.

So he explained, "Meng Fan and the others are really not generous enough to stick together like this. But I didn't expect that these disciples, after reaching the third level, would still support their senior brother so much."

Daocheng said, "It's a pity that the weak still have courage towards the strong, and the strong still have respect for the weak. Their understanding of this truth is far from enough."

Piaomiaozi couldn't tell whether the master was being sarcastic or simply speaking sense, so he shut up and stopped talking.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the huge bronze mirror, and some people even complained aloud why Yun Yi hadn't given up yet, delaying their chance to see the senior brother.

But unfortunately, their wishes were destined to be unfulfilled.

Because Yun Yi was not angry or anything when faced with the three light words "You don't deserve it", he just felt a sense of heroism and bellicosity. Even the Fangyuan Sword behind him seemed to feel his emotions.

I trembled faintly!

So, in full view of everyone, at the third stage of the Chenghuang Trial, a Qi Refining Realm disciple drew out the Qingfeng Sword in an unprecedented manner, casually threw the scabbard aside, and faced six opponents whose cultivation was far superior to his own alone.

There was no fear, no anger, no humiliation on his face, only calmness like a still well.

Yun Yi said, "Since I'm not worthy enough to challenge Senior Brother Meng with you, why don't you all challenge me together?"

He sneered as he finished, feeling a sense of familiarity returning to his previous life. There had been a time when he had diligently cultivated, accompanied Song Xinci in challenging major sects, and personally defeated countless so-called peerless geniuses.

Geniuses and mediocrity only appear in people's mouths, but when it comes to life and death duels, there are only losers and winners.

A genius is not necessarily a winner, and a mediocre person is not necessarily a loser.

As soon as he said this presumptuous remark, some of the six disciples laughed, some frowned, and some became impatient. Meng Fan even looked at Yun Yi a little more for this; he felt that this man was somewhat annoying.

Deserve to kill.

The senior sister who was used to having a cold face felt Meng Fan's emotions, so she took the lead in drawing her sword towards Yun Yi, intending to eliminate this ignorant junior brother directly.

"Since you're seeking your own death, don't blame me for being rude!"

The sword in her hand made a sound of breaking through the wind, and the tip of the sword pierced straight into Yun Yi's throat, as if she was determined to teach him a bloody lesson.

Yun Yi didn't move at all, and it seemed that he didn't even have time to dodge the murderous intent of the sword. In front of a real master, he looked so clumsy.

The cold-faced woman's momentum remained undiminished, but just as the sword in her hand was about to pierce the target, her movements suddenly stopped. A hint of surprise first flashed across her face, followed by endless regret and shame.

Because Yun Yi attacked suddenly, his speed was extremely fast, and it was impossible to tell which sect or school of swordsmanship he used. It seemed that he was just swinging the sword in an ordinary way.

With one sword he pushed aside the woman's sword, and with another he pointed at her throat.

Just two swords, the former is to dissolve the attack, and the latter is intended to kill the enemy.

The cold-faced woman felt humiliated, because if Yun Yi had not shown mercy just now, her throat would have been pierced by now!

She was filled with extreme shame and anger, and wished she could recover her cultivation so that she could immediately kill the other person with her divine powers at the Divine Transformation Realm.

Unfortunately, she didn't have this opportunity, and Yun Yi's subsequent behavior made her feel even more ashamed.

Yun Yi only said, "If you lose, just crush the jade talisman and leave. Don't force me to hurt anyone."

Then he turned to the remaining five people over there and grinned, "Next one, or a group?"

The cold-faced woman gritted her teeth, wishing she could stab Yun Yi to death right there and then. But she ultimately chose not to do so, choosing to crush the jade talisman and return to the forbidden area in the back mountain. Facing her master who came to greet her, her face was ashen, and she couldn't even muster a smile.

But none of the Fuyao Sect disciples would laugh at her, as they were all deeply shocked by Yun Yi's sword. Qingwei felt it most profoundly, having witnessed Yun Yi working day and night to practice the Sword Sharpening Sutra, but he had never known his swordsmanship to be so advanced.

The sword strike just now was even better than when he defeated two disciples of Jiange alone.

This Qi Refining Stage disciple seemed to have gained some insights into the way of the sword and was climbing towards an invisible peak step by step.

There was also a strange look in Song Xinci's eyes. She began to think that Yun Yi was hiding his abilities and deliberately not using his full strength when facing the two Sword Pavilion disciples.

But now she suddenly realized that Yun Yi was not hiding his weakness, but was actually sharpening his sword. He was like an old swordsman who had not used a sword for a long time. He had deliberately pulled against the two men in the previous exchange, using their strength to find the feel of the sword.

Now that he is familiar with the sword in his hand, he really reveals his terrifying side.

No, it's really not right.

According to his own investigation, Yun Yi was born in a very ordinary family and had never learned swordsmanship. How could he have reached such a high level in such a short period of time?
The sword-sharpening technique he practices every day is just a simple technique. There is no way it can enable him to achieve such sword skills?
Unless, he acquired this swordsmanship in the Feitian Secret Realm.

Song Xinci didn't know if her guess was correct. She had a vague feeling that Yun Yi's swordsmanship didn't come from the outside world, but from his own hard work. As a swordsman herself, she knew Yun Yi's terrifying power.

Calm, ruthless, and confident.

The most important thing is that he can always control the sword in his hand and will not let himself become a vassal of the sword.

Song Xinci even felt a little itchy, wanting to spar with Yun Yi. In terms of swordsmanship alone, the two were on par.

Since entering the Hedao realm, Song Xinci has never had such a strong desire to fight.

She stared at the bronze mirror almost greedily, looking at Yun Yi's figure in it.

The man was not panicked when faced with his senior brothers and sisters who rushed towards him one after another. He stopped talking and simply spoke with the sword in his hand.

He used two swords to deal with the cold-faced woman.

When he dealt with the second-place horse-faced senior brother, he also only used two swords.

Two swords, two swords, and two swords.

Two identical swords, one sword breaks the killing move, and the other sword becomes the killing move.

The war that people expected did not happen, because it all ended so suddenly that it seemed a bit sloppy.

Facts have proved that in the Soul Locking Formation, when everyone's cultivation is forced to reach the same starting point, Yun Yi only needs two swords to kill these famous elite disciples of the Fuyao Sect.

But Yun Yi still seemed a little dissatisfied with this. He muttered, "If I can't kill one with one sword, it's still not enough."

He said this not to be irritating, but out of regret. Even with the experience of his previous life, his swordsmanship still couldn't reach its former peak.

It's too late to practice swordplay with this body, and my proficiency in using the sword is far from enough.

But it doesn't matter, because there is a whetstone here.

Yun Yi raised the three-foot-long green sword in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at the last remaining opponent in the Central Qimen Palace, Meng Fan.

He said, “You’re the only one left.”

(End of this chapter)