I didn't expect that I was the heartthrob.

"I...I didn't say anything."

The disciple hurriedly grabbed the collar and protected it around his neck.

Ji Yanli snorted, but still held his collar tightly, "A real man should take responsibility for his actions. Why don't you admit it now? You are also a disciple of my Xuantian Sword Sect. If you do this, it will bring shame to the sect. If you have any courage, just continue talking."

The disciple knew he was in the wrong and was scolded by Ji Yanli. His face turned red. Seeing everyone staring at him, he felt extremely embarrassed and could only beg in a low voice with a bitter face.

"Brother Ji, I made a slip of the tongue and violated the teachings of our sect. I really brought shame to our sect. Look, so many people are watching us. Please be magnanimous and forgive me."

That disciple was an outer sect disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect. No matter how low his status was, he knew Ji Yanli.

Ji Yanli is very popular in Xuantian Sword Sect because he doesn't like red tape, is easy-going, and gets along well with all the disciples. The only shortcoming is that he likes to joke and play pranks, which is not annoying at all.

Therefore, compared to Ling Yebai, most of his disciples are not afraid of him.

Seeing Ji Yanli's angry expression, the disciple was not very scared, but he felt it was awkward to be grabbed by the collar like that. He was already blushing with shame and looked embarrassed.

Ji Yanli narrowed his eyes. It seemed that this disciple didn’t think he was wrong.

It is already too much to criticize a female cultivator, and it also shows vulgar thoughts, not to mention that she is a disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect.

Even though they are outer disciples, they still represent the sect. It seems that these days, each peak has been focusing on the new leader and the competition, and has neglected to discipline its disciples.

Ji Yanli wanted to teach him a lesson, but he didn't want to cause trouble for Gu Lan in the competition.

Suddenly, he remembered that he still had a talisman in his arms that Gu Lan had sold him before, and he had an idea in his mind.

So he carried the disciple to the edge of the stands, took out a talisman, slapped it on the disciple's forehead, and pushed the man hard, and the disciple flew up.

The disciple was dazed at first, then a stream of spiritual power suddenly hit his head, and then he realized that there was something stuck on his forehead.

He hurriedly tried to uncover it, but found that his hands and feet were out of control.

"Ahhhhh, Senior Brother Ji, please let me go." The voice trembled with inexplicable fear.

Then he was horrified to find that he was uncontrollably taking off his clothes while flying.

"Brother Ji, please don't..." At this time, the disciple was hanging far away in the sky with a crying voice, with a sad face, and his hands and feet kept taking off his clothes.

The other monks in the field saw the disciple taking off his clothes while flying, and finally he was left with only his underpants.

It was so noisy that everyone crowded over here to join in the fun.

The key point is that the shorts are bright red. It would be fine if they were just bright red, but there’s also someone’s name embroidered crookedly on them.

Some curious people flew over to take a look on their swords, but the disciple hid again, and the two of them made a fuss in the sky for quite a while.

After a while of commotion, the talisman on the disciple's forehead fell off with great difficulty. After pushing away the monks who were watching the fun, the disciple had to leave in shame.

Everyone laughed for a while, and the trial master struck the side gong. This was to quiet the whole place, but the side gong was not usually used.

The gong was struck a few times, and everyone finally quieted down and sat down in an orderly manner.

Ji Yanli narrowed his eyes and smiled. By now the disciple must have learned a lesson.

Finally, Ji Yanli waved to Gu Lan. He had been practicing on the top of the mountain for a long time and he was exhausted. Now he was in an extremely good mood, so happy that he could bloom.

Gu Lan looked at Ji Yanli's brilliant smile, rubbed his forehead, and looked helpless.

The trial master waved his hand and asked the two to come closer.

"I have just explained the rules of the competition. I think you two should have known them by now."

Gu Lan and Lin Qingyu nodded.

"Understood."

"Yes." The trial master nodded. "The competition is mainly about swords. If you want to use other skills, you cannot use them without registration. In addition, when sparring with each other, please do not hurt each other by mistake."

There have been many problems in the sword cultivation competition these days, and the trial master has also received an order to make sure everything is clear before the competition.

If this is not explained, and the two parties break the rules or hurt each other by accident, it will be difficult to explain to their masters.

After listening to them, the two nodded, and at the request of the trial master, they took a few steps forward and greeted each other.

After the ceremony, the competition officially began.

The trial master floated away, and a white jade disc rose in the air, with the names of Gu Lan and Lin Qingyu written on it, and a zero under their names.

The sword cultivators' competition needs to be recorded with the help of special instruments.

This is understandable, after all, sword cultivators are the most competitive.

The two of them each took a step back.

Gu Lan stood still and drew out the magic sword from his waist.

This time she did not bring Zhaoying. The sword seemed to have a spirit. Gu Lan did not want to show it to anyone for the time being, so she only took out an ordinary magic sword that she had bought at the foot of the mountain before to deal with it.

Lin Qingyu had been living a life of luxury since childhood and was originally a young master. However, because he had some talent and someone in his family had some connections with the leader of the Tianyan Sect, he was sent to the Tianyan Sect to practice.

His family didn't expect him to become an immortal.

Lin Qingyu does not see himself as becoming an immortal.

It would be enough if you could live happily and carefreely for a hundred years through practice.

Therefore, he was not appreciated by the sect master in Tianyan Sect, and his cultivation was delayed a lot.

But the sword in his hand is an excellent magic sword.

The sword was named Xianling. It was given to his family by a teacher from Lingshan and was brought to Tianyan Sect by him.

Now that this sword has appeared, it has attracted the envy of everyone.

Although this sword is not famous, its brilliance is dazzling, the sword body is agile, and there seems to be a rainbow light when it turns. Anyone who sees this sword will shout: How cheap!

No, good sword!

"Tsk tsk tsk, I said that this senior sister from Qianji Sect was just here to make up the numbers. She has come to participate in the competition, but she still doesn't have a good sword. Now compared with this sword, not only is it shabby, but when we fight later, it will definitely break in one move. It is impossible for it to last more than two moves."

"Let alone a fight, I saw Lin Qingyu just sweep over with his sword energy, and the senior sister of Qianji Sect flew out with her sword."

"Hahaha." The people sitting on the side laughed.

"I bet on Lin Qingyu from the Tianyan Sect. Who do you bet on to win?"

"Is there any need to guess? It must be Lin Qingyu."

"I don't think so." A monk holding a sword sat next to them for a long time and listened for a long time. After listening to them talking about arresting Lin Qingyu, he could no longer sit still.

"I'm betting on Qianjimen." He said it firmly.

Those people looked down on him, "You are crazy. Normal people would bet on Lin Qingyu."

"Heh." The man snorted coldly, "I think Lin Qingyu of Tianyan Sect is just a silver-plated spearhead."

"Who are you? What nonsense are you talking about? Lin Qingyu is at least the second disciple of Tianyan Sect. Even though his reputation is not that great, he is still better than those from Qianji Sect."

"Yeah, where are you from?" Those people looked up and down at the male cultivator. Seeing that he was dressed in ordinary clothes, they thought he must be a disciple of some unknown sect.

So he ignored him, and just at this moment Gu Lan and Lin Qingyu took action.

Those people were dumbfounded by this move.