Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

The old sect leader glared at Ling Haoran and snorted, "Since Ah Ran has spoken, you should prepare to participate in the sword test conference."

"That's great, Master. Thank you Master, and thank you Ranran." Ling Haoran agreed happily.

The old sect leader sighed, hoping that his disciple would perform better in this sword-testing competition and not let him down again.

Ling Haoran showed gratitude on his face and repeatedly assured that he would perform well, but he was nervous and distressed in his heart.

[Host, please note that if we want to get the Moon Ming Sword, we still need the heroine's blood. ]

[I know, the key is how to get it? Never mind, we'll just have to see what happens. Once I get the sword, we'll leave immediately. I don't want to stay here for a moment.]

That’s right, if you want the Yueming Sword to recognize its master, you need the Tianyin blood of the heroine Ye Ran.

Qi An and Fugui looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths curled up slightly.

Want to run? Did they agree?

So, how did Ling Haoran get the Yueming Sword in his previous life?

Before the sword-testing competition, Ling Haoran told Ye Ran that he wanted to take some of her blood and give it to the pharmacist of Tianxuan Sect to check and help her cure the strange disease that prevented her from storing her cultivation in her dantian.

Ye Ran believed it and took some blood and gave it to him.

So, Yueming Sword mistakenly took Ling Haoran as its master.

Three days later, the sword test competition.

In the center of the forbidden area of ​​Tianxuan Sect, there is a sword in the stone, which has its own spiritual barrier and sword intent.

Even from a long distance, one can feel the powerful sword intent and rich spiritual energy. It is a veritable ancient divine weapon.

It is said that the Tianxuan Sect was founded here because of the sword in the stone.

The Tianxuan Sect is composed entirely of sword practitioners, so one can imagine the appeal of the Sword in the Stone to everyone.

However, hundreds of years passed, and a sword-testing competition was held every twenty years, but no one had ever been able to pull out the Sword in the Stone.

Most people would be blown away as soon as they touched the Sword in the Stone, let alone draw their swords. In the worst case, their cultivation would regress.

The Sword in the Stone has gone through countless years of wind and rain, but it still stands there, quietly waiting for its owner.

At the entrance to the forbidden area, hundreds of young monks in uniform disciple uniforms stood there, waiting for the forbidden area's barrier to open.

Standing at the front were Qi An, Fugui and several disciples of the old sect master, including Ling Haoran.

The disciples behind him were discussing in a low voice who would be able to pull out the Sword in the Stone this time, and there were three most popular candidates.

That is, Ye Ran, Ye Zhen, and Ling Haoran, among which Ling Haoran has the highest voice.

Ye Zhen and Ye Ran were just little kids of twelve or thirteen years old when they left Tianxuan Sect. Ye Ran changed his career path late in life, while Ye Zhen had average talent.

Although the reputations of the two have become more and more famous over the years, the old sect leader also brags about how powerful his two granddaughters are, both openly and secretly.

But almost no one had ever seen them take action, and they just thought the rumors were exaggerated and the old sect leader was bragging.

Ling Haoran is different. He has been recognized as a genius since he was a child. He is also extremely hardworking and diligent, and has always been a leader among cultivators of the same age.

Although for some reason he had been making mistakes repeatedly over the past ten years and his cultivation had made no progress.

But everyone still believed that a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and that the genius Ling Haoran was most likely to pull out the Excalibur.

The people in the front could hear the discussions of the disciples behind them.

Ling Haoran puffed out his chest proudly, as if he really was that genius.

Fugui glanced at him with contempt and raised his voice, "Genius? Haha, that's funny. Some people are so cruel that they even deceive themselves."

The corners of Ling Haoran's mouth froze, and then he put on a helpless look, glanced at several senior brothers, and indicated that he would not argue with the kids.

Several senior brothers tried to mediate and said with a smile, "Ah Zhen, it was so long ago, and your senior brother Haoran still remembers it. Why are you so angry?"

"That's right. I remember when Ah Zhen was very young, she loved Haoran the most. She would follow him around all day and smile whenever she saw him."

"Yes, I remember it too. She was very attached to Haoran when she was a child."

What they said was correct. In the original text, Ye Zhen had liked Ling Haoran since childhood.

Ling Haoran was a true genius, gentle and kind-hearted, but it was a pity...

Fugui sneered and said meaningfully: "Fellow brothers, is there a possibility that I like Brother Haoran instead of him?"

Ling Haoran was startled and turned his head sharply to look at Qi An and Fugui.

His heart was beating fast. What did Ye Zhen mean by this? Did they discover something?

[System, what should I do? Has she discovered that I am not Ling Haoran? ]

The system was silent. If it were in the past, it would confidently tell the host that it was impossible.

It is a high-tech product, which is countless times more advanced than the normal world, and we are confident that such mistakes will not occur.

But in this evil world of cultivation, they have suffered too great a loss, and it dares not make any guarantees now.

The system avoided the question and said, "It doesn't matter. As long as you get the Moon Ming Sword, we can leave here immediately."

[Yes, you are right. Once I get it, we will leave immediately and will never do any more quests in the cultivation plane.]

"Ah Zhen, what do you mean by that?"

"Haha, Ah Zhen, you're making it sound like there are two Senior Brothers Haoran."

"Maybe there really is. Don't you think Haoran has changed a lot over the years?"

"Haoran, tell me, are you possessed by a ghost? Haha."

Several senior brothers put their arms around Ling Haoran's shoulders and joked to smooth things over. Ling Haoran also laughed along with them, his mouth grinning but no smile in his eyes.

His body was stiff, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his back felt itchy and hot, as if there was a nest of ants crawling on it, and his heart was beating wildly.

Fugui smiled at Ling Haoran's panicked look and said, "It's just a joke. There is only one Senior Brother Haoran. What kind of ghost can possess him?"

Everyone burst into laughter, thinking that Ye Zhen was joking.

Ling Haoran felt a little relieved. He was too nervous just now and felt a dull pain in his chest. His face turned pale with pain.

Qi An stepped forward: "Brother Ling, are you okay? Ah Zhen was just joking with you, don't be angry with her."

Fugui snorted coldly and turned away.

Ling Haoran forced a smile: "How could that be? Brother Ling is not angry."

"That's good." Qi An smiled, his eyes cold.

"Look, the barrier is open." The disciples cheered.

Fugui took Qi An's arm and said, "Aran, let's go."

Ling Haoran followed behind slowly, [System, hurry up and prepare, you must put Ye Ran and I in the same place, success or failure depends on this one move.]

The blue ball of light began to burn, as if in extreme pain. The system endured the discomfort and issued a cold warning.

[Li Jianren, I remind you that this is the last chance. If you fail again, I will look for a new host.]