Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

Many people were secretly worried for Mu Sang, because if he were stabbed by the sword, his leg would basically be ruined.

However, the feared thing never happened. Xia Xueyi's sword moves were sharp, but they always carried a hint of restraint, and she did not really use any ruthless methods.

This is not only the teaching of the martial arts school over the past three years, but also the love and tenderness that has never been extinguished in my heart.

Jin Yong created many outstanding characters in his novels, but among those who are both righteous and evil, Xia Xueyi is definitely the best, possessing a unique and charming personality.

His family members were brutally slaughtered by the Wen family, and his heart was filled with hatred.

In order to practice martial arts and seek revenge, he can toy with women's feelings at will.

When he finally mastered martial arts and went to the Wen family to seek revenge, he used poisonous schemes to injure people, slaughter the men of the Wen family, and rape women with the surname Wen. His methods of revenge were ruthless and cold-blooded.

However, after falling in love with Wen Yi, the daughter of his enemy, he sang to her, made her happy with small wooden toys, and finally even put aside his hatred for love.

He can take things on and let them go.

He knows who to be kind to and who not to be kind to, and he can prioritize things.

The Huashan sword technique he practiced was filled with venomous hatred.

When fighting Mu Sang, out of camaraderie as fellow disciples, his moves were ruthless yet compassionate.

In essence, Xia Xueyi is not a virtuous gentleman, but she is definitely a person who knows how to love and hate, and is full of flesh and blood.

In Yue Zhuoqun's opinion, Xia Xueyi is more likable than Linghu Chong, who seems carefree and unrestrained but ultimately gets entangled with the Sun Moon Cult.

However, with his presence in this life, and three years of instruction at the Martial Arts Academy, both Xia Xueyi and Linghu Chong's personalities have changed significantly from their original paths.

The battle on the field was quickly decided.

Mu Sang's lightness skill was impressive, but he still lacked effective offensive means against Xia Xueyi. After fighting for more than fifty moves, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

In the second match, Feng Xinghua faced Mu Renqing. Feng Xinghua's swordsmanship was already quite strong; he was skilled in Huashan swordsmanship and the swift, fast sword technique. In addition, he was three years older than Mu Renqing and had practiced martial arts for several more years, ultimately leading to his victory.

The third match was between Yue Lingshan and Cheng Shuanghua.

Yue Lingshan was the youngest among the ten people; the others were at least fifteen years old, while she was only a little over eleven.

Even with Yue Zhuoqun's special instruction and learning the Mingyu Skill, they still ultimately suffered a narrow defeat.

In the fourth match, Yang Lin defeated Xiao Fang.

In the fifth match, Linghu Chong defeated Chen Yuanxiu.

After allowing everyone to recover for a moment, Hua Shaokun entered the arena, glanced at the crowd, and softly called out:

"The battle for the top five begins, with Linghu Chong facing Yang Lin."

The two boys, each holding a sword, slowly walked to the center of the arena and stood facing each other.

Linghu Chong took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "Brother Yang, I will not hold back in this battle. I hope you will also bring your strongest strength."

"nature!"

Having spent three years together, the two had become quite familiar with each other even though they weren't in the same class, and their relationship was generally good.

But today's battle is not just about competing for first place, it's also about who will become the sect leader's personal disciple, so none of them are willing to hold back.

Chi!

Chi!

With a crisp clang of swords, the two charged at each other simultaneously, unleashing their sword techniques.

Same age, same swordsmanship, it's a true clash of titans.

One was trying to avoid disappointing Yue Zhuoqun and retain his position as the eldest disciple, while the other had loved martial arts since childhood and was vying for the title of eldest disciple.

The two of them have been practicing their skills extremely hard over the past three years, and they have hardly had any free time for leisure.

Linghu Chong is no longer the carefree boy he once was; he now finds a place to practice his internal energy every evening after class.

Yang Lin was similar; he came from a merchant family and had been doing business with his father since he was a child, so he was very good at dealing with people.

He had already become close with the senior disciples of the Huashan Sect, and often sought advice from his senior brothers on martial arts.

In the entire martial arts hall, apart from Xia Xueyi, who was diligently practicing swordsmanship to avenge her family, it would be hard to find anyone more hardworking than the two of them.

The two had learned the same martial arts and were roughly equal in strength. Their battle was exciting, but it was less entertaining than their previous fights.

After a hundred moves, and several rounds of the Huashan sword technique, there was still no indication of a clear winner.

Later on, while drawing his sword, his other hand was no longer idle; he added fist and palm techniques.

There's a strong sense that 'one master's teachings can't break a move.'

On the high platform, the elders nodded frequently.

"Both of these young men are quite good. At their age, their strength has almost reached the second-rate level, which is even stronger than when we were young."

Feng Buping spoke with emotion.

He followed the Sword Sect path when he practiced swordsmanship on Mount Hua, and his strength improved rapidly in the early stages.

Even at a faster pace, I didn't reach this level when I was seventeen or eighteen.

Ning Zhongze turned her gaze to Yue Zhuoqun and asked curiously, "Senior brother, which one do you prefer as the eldest disciple, Chong'er or Lin'er?"

Upon hearing Ning Zhongze's question, everyone, including Feng Qingyang, turned their gazes towards her.

They were also curious about this question.

Linghu Chong went to Mount Hua at the age of eight. Before that, he was raised as a son by Yue Buqun and his wife. He was carefree and approachable.

Although Yang Lin arrived at the mountain late, he was cheerful, good at socializing and speaking, and calm in his dealings with others.

In their view, it would be suitable for anyone to become the senior disciple.

Yue Zhuoqun didn't dwell on this topic much, stating frankly:

"Chong'er is innocent and lively, and he can easily get along with his fellow disciples, but this will inevitably make him lack a sense of authority, and he also lacks a sense of the big picture in handling matters."

The head disciple often needs to represent me; he is the face of Mount Hua. The mature and steady Lin'er is more suitable.

However, with this big competition today, we don't need to worry about who gets chosen; they can compete based on their own abilities.

He preferred Yang Lin, but since Linghu Chong's personality had changed so much, he wouldn't object to making Linghu Chong the senior brother if he won the competition.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The duel had reached a critical juncture, and the two abandoned their swords, directly exchanging blows with their palms to test their internal strength.

With a muffled thud, four palms collided, creating a gust of wind and causing sleeves to billow.

Yang Lin was slightly inferior in internal strength and was forced back by the shock.

Everyone thought Linghu Chong would win, but unexpectedly, Yang Lin, who was retreating, stomped his feet on the ground and flipped himself into the air.

From top to bottom, he pressed his fingers together like a sword against Linghu Chong's brow.

The lightness skill he displayed at the last moment was in no way inferior to Mu Sang's earlier skill.

Linghu Chong felt conflicted and sighed bitterly, "Brother Yang, congratulations."

"Brother Linghu, you flatter me." Yang Lin smiled and withdrew his hand.

He rarely displays his extraordinary lightness skill in public, saving it for crucial moments.

The scene of Yue Zhuoqun storming into the Yellow River Gang with the Golden Goose Skill left a deep impression on him.

That marked the beginning of his complete and utter admiration for Yue Zhuoqun.

How could someone who comes to Mount Hua to learn martial arts not value lightness skills?

Chapter 18 Accepting Disciples and Passing on Skills

After Yang Lin and Linghu Chong's battle ended, Xia Xueyi and the others also took to the stage to fight, and the top five rankings were determined:

First place: Yang Lin.

Second place: Linghu Chong.

Third place: Feng Xinghua.

Fourth place: Xia Xueyi.

Fifth place: Cheng Shuanghua.

Next came the apprenticeship ceremony, where Yue Zhuoqun, as the sect leader, naturally took the lead in selecting disciples.

Yang Lin and Linghu Chong need no introduction, and with the addition of Xia Xueyi and Mu Renqing, each of them alone occupies four of the top ten spots.

Feng Buping took Mu Sang as his disciple, Hua Shaokun took Feng Xinghua as his disciple, Ning Zhongze took Cheng Shuanghua as his disciple, Xie Fenghuang took Yue Lingshan as his disciple, Cheng Buyou took Xiao Fang as his disciple, and Cong Buqi took Chen Yuanxiu as his disciple.

In addition, each of them selected a few more people from the group ranked tenth and below.

Those apprentices who made it into the top thirty of the competition all became the personal disciples of the sect leader or elders.

After a simple apprenticeship ceremony, Yue Zhuoqun smiled and looked at Feng Qingyang beside him:

“Uncle-Master Feng, you have been living in seclusion in the back mountain for more than ten years. It must be lonely. How about we select a few of your personal disciples to serve you?”

Feng Qingyang glanced at him, inwardly cursing him.

How could he not understand the hidden meaning in Yue Zhuoqun's words?