Cold Clouds

Lin Xiaoxiao let Qian Luan go. The Sword-Asking Competition was about to begin, and more people came. A preliminaries would be held in the outer mountains of the Yunjian Sect the day before the Sword-Asking Competition officially began, so those who could come here were all the best in the sword path.

That's why Lin Xiaoxiao found it strange that Lu Yiyi appeared here.

In the original work, Lu Yiyi was good at talismans, and his swordsmanship and physical skills were terrible. Apart from anything else, it was absurd that he could compete with a sword fanatic like Qian Luan in the preliminaries.

Besides, there is a cult leader there.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoxiao looked up at the crowd below, trying to find Zheng Xian who had changed his appearance. However, among the five hundred people below, she could only see Lu Miyi and Qian Luan at a glance.

It’s not that Lin Xiaoxiao has bad eyesight or bad memory, because the original book describes Zheng Xian, who had changed her appearance, as “ordinary in appearance”. At first glance, there are many people who look similar, and she doesn’t know what this ordinary appearance means.

Ah, that guy who looks so cool and arrogant should be the real senior brother Luo Yuan of Fengyu Tower, right? As the eldest son of Fengyu Tower owner Luo Chen, he doesn't like to tame animals. He has been interested in various swordsmanship and physical exercises since he was a child. He was originally considered the senior brother, but one day he suddenly said that he wanted to leave Fengyu Tower to practice in the mountains. Luo Chen didn't stop him and asked him to report his safety every month, and the matter was over.

He looks ferocious, but in fact he kills without blinking an eye, and he is also a sister-con.

Let’s not worry about him for now. Anyway, in the original book, he is just a high-level stepping stone and a T1 goalkeeper. Those who can beat him are all big guys.

I should think about what to say in my speech later.

"Ah..." Lin Xiaoxiao sighed, sitting on the podium, looking at Qin Feng who was still saying something like what the principal would say during sports meets when he was a child, and yawned, "How long will he continue to talk? It's already been more than 30 minutes..."

"Okay, my speech ends here. Now, please allow Uncle Master Lin to speak!" After about ten minutes, Qin Feng finally finished speaking, and took out a voice stone from his sleeve and threw it to Lin Xiaoxiao.

"Uh... Welcome everyone to this Sword Questioning Conference..." Lin Xiaoxiao thought for a while. What should I say? It seems that Qin Feng, the old man, has said everything that should be said... Will it be embarrassing if I can't say anything?

No, I don’t think I have any face at all, I only have status and position.

"Let's start. There's nothing much to say." Lin Xiaoxiao felt relieved immediately after thinking this. She leaned back in her chair, put down the projection stone and stopped talking.

The people below don’t think so.

"When Granduncle Lin said this, does she mean that none of the five hundred people gathered here is worthy of her attention?" Two people began to whisper, and one of them said this with a tone of indignation and helplessness.

"Of course. Great-uncle Master Lin inherited the legacy from Qin Fan, the immortal swordsman on earth. We probably won't be able to impress her with our sword skills." The other person didn't care too much and shrugged to show that he didn't care.

"No, no, no, I think what Grandmother-sensei Lin meant is that we haven't even drawn our swords yet, so what can we say? She's expecting us to give her a surprise!" Someone interrupted the conversation between the two, "Maybe she just wants to see if there are any independent cultivators among the five hundred of us who perform well, and then take them in as disciples! Think about it, that's the inheritance of Qin Jianxian!"

"This brother is right!" When the first two heard it, they said as if they had suddenly realized something, as if the clouds had been cleared and the sun had appeared.

"What, what, what did you say?" Someone nearby who noticed the commotion came over and asked curiously.

Then, within two or three minutes, the news that Lin Xiaoxiao would accept outstanding independent cultivators as disciples spread.

Under Lin Xiaoxiao's puzzled gaze, some of the 500 people who were originally lifeless suddenly became inexplicably excited.

I've heard that many sword cultivators are very obsessed with competing with other sword cultivators, and now it seems to be true. So many people are excited about the fight.

"After each game, Uncle Lin will make a comment. I look forward to everyone's performance." After Qin Feng finished speaking, he immediately called the referee to come on stage.

The referee was Ximen Yao, the eldest senior brother of the Yunjian Sect. This was the first time Lin Xiaoxiao met him.

Lin Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes and observed Ximen Yao carefully. She saw that this man looked similar to many squinty-eyed honest uncles she had seen in her previous life. There was nothing special about him.

However, this person's cultivation is not low. He is in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation. He has been in seclusion before to strive for the peak of the Spirit Transformation. This is why Lin Xiaoxiao has never seen him.

This man was also a wonderful person. The main feature of his swordsmanship was his amazing defensive power. I remember that there was a rock turtle on a hilltop that believed in Shintoism and was worshipped by people. Ximen Yao's sword was forged with a piece of the turtle's shell as the main body.

It was precisely because of his special swordsmanship that he was chosen as a referee to facilitate the rescue of people.

But to be honest, there are five arenas in total, and it is a bit stingy to only give one referee.

There are fifty matches in one arena, which are held for five consecutive days, with ten matches a day. This is an arrangement under the premise that there are no special circumstances. Take the match between Luo Yuan and Zheng Xian in the original book, which lasted for a whole day and a night with only physical skills and sword-related spells. It is hard to imagine.

Eh, so I have to watch all five matches and give my comments? That's a lot of trouble... and there are 250 matches in total...

No, after these 250 auditions, there are still promotion matches, and after the promotion matches, there are still 63 rounds, and then there are 32 rounds, and then there are......

It’s troublesome. It’s really troublesome.

Besides, she couldn't see those sword moves. After all, she didn't know much about them. The only sword technique she had ever come into contact with was the "Three Swords of Golden Sun", which was different from ordinary sword moves! It was just a process of "accumulating power - chopping". There was no skill involved. All she had to learn was to control the flow of spiritual power in her body.

Lin Xiaoxiao didn't know that the "Three Swords of Golden Sun" which seemed very simple to her was actually extremely difficult to learn in the eyes of the people below.

To learn "The Three Swords of Golden Sun", you have to meet certain conditions. Either you have a pure and powerful fire spiritual root, or you find a source of spiritual fire from heaven and earth and absorb it into your body, or you find a way to use flames to temper your own fire spiritual root and let it grow.

Everyone below thought that Lin Xiaoxiao used the third method. After all, they didn't think there would be a foolish sect leader who would drive down the mountain a disciple who met the first condition, nor did they think that Lin Xiaoxiao, a girl who had not yet reached marriage age, could take the spiritual fire of heaven and earth into her body.

Therefore, these guys who didn't know that Tang Zhen was really a stupid sect leader still admired Lin Xiaoxiao very much. After all, not many people would do something like burning themselves with fire.

In a way, their admiration is correct.

"Master Uncle Lin, the first game is over. What is your evaluation?" Ximen Yao bowed to Lin Xiaoxiao, his voice deep and powerful.

"Ah, um..." Actually, Lin Xiaoxiao didn't understand at all. She just saw that these guys had very distinct muscle lines...

How to evaluate it? After thinking for a while, Lin Xiaoxiao decided not to embarrass herself anymore and blurted out three words: "It's OK."

Zheng Xian, who had just entered the arena and was now looking smugly at the wary eyes of the people around him, turned to look at Lin Xiaoxiao in confusion and shock when he heard this.

What? "It's OK!"? I embedded that person into the ring. This is called "It's OK!"?

A thoughtful gleam flashed in Zheng Xian's eyes, and he touched his chin thoughtfully.

This Lin Xiaoxiao is not simple.