Quick Wear: The little ancestor is here to explore the world again

Lu Huaijun stood up with Qingli's strength and looked at her with affection, "Okay, whatever you say."

Qingli put away the formation plate, took out the Fengming Sword, and flew out of Cuixia Peak with Lu Huaijun.

Elder Sun and Elder Wang, who were guarding outside the formation, saw that there was finally some movement and immediately sent a message to the head of the sect.

At this time, the sect competition was in progress and all the disciples gathered in the square.

The Grand Competition is held every five years, and disciples from all peaks gather together.

In the square, two arenas stand majestically.

It is surrounded by a barrier woven with spiritual power to ensure that the fighting on the field will not affect innocent people.

The sunlight shines through the clouds onto the arena, shining with golden light, adding a touch of solemnity.

The primary and intermediate competitions have all been completed.

Now we have reached the most tense final stage.

All the disciples were cheering and shouting from the sidelines.

On one side of the arena, senior brother Leng Chuan, dressed in purple, had a sharp gaze.

He held the long sword tightly in his hand, the tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, and a faint sword energy surrounded his body.

His opponent is Du Hongying from the Weapon Refining Peak.

Although she is a woman, she holds a Moon-gazing Sword in her hand, the spiritual energy on the sword is flowing, and her eyes are determined.

"Senior Brother Leng, please teach me!" Du Hongying clasped her hands together, her eyes and eyebrows revealing a determination that should not be underestimated.

"Junior Sister Hongying, I'm sorry." Leng Chuan nodded slightly and returned the greeting. Before he finished his words, his figure approached like a ghost.

The sword flashed and went straight to Du Hongying's vital point.

The atmosphere in the audience was tense, and even the sound of breathing seemed to become inaudible.

"Look! Senior Brother's swordsmanship has improved again. That sword is as fast as lightning!" A junior sister widened her eyes, clenched her hands into fists, and her face was full of excitement.

"Senior Sister Du is also very powerful. The spiritual power contained in her swordsmanship is very strong. It's simply amazing!" The junior brother next to her had admiration in his eyes.

With Sister Du's swordsmanship, she could kill so many fellow disciples in seconds!

"Come on, Senior Sister Hongying!"

"Come on, Senior Brother Leng!"

The disciples below the stage shouted in unison, startling the birds and flying away, and the sound echoed over the sect.

“But the most powerful one was still Senior Brother Lu back then. No one has been able to surpass him in all these years.” A fellow student lowered his voice and said to his companion.

The other party obviously remembered it, "Humph! No matter how powerful you are, you will still become a waste."

The junior fellow was also quite emotional, "He is really miserable, a good and proud child of heaven ruined himself for a few ungrateful people."

Another disciple glanced at him and said, "Who made him so stupid? He's already an immortal, but he still does the self-sacrificing things in the mortal world. If not him, who will?"

He looked at the group of disciples he had saved before and raised his chin towards them, "Look, how well they are doing now."

The junior brother looked at the group of bright and beautiful inner disciples and fell silent for a moment.

As a young disciple from the outer sect, he only dared to whisper a few words in private, and would never let others hear him.

At this time, Zhou Hongsheng held the sword in his arms and glanced over there, scaring the disciple so much that he quickly turned his back.

Just pray he didn't hear it.

Zhou Hongsheng snorted coldly, with a sinister look in his eyes.

The several disciples around him also heard a little bit.

Qin Tianshi patted his shoulder and said, "Why bother with those losers? They can't even get into the inner gate, so they can only gossip."

"What's more, Lu Huaijun has been useless for a long time, and these things will be forgotten sooner or later, but you and I will ascend to become immortals." His tone was quite proud.

Zhou Hongsheng sneered again, "That's true, I just can't stand seeing those idiots being so tactless."

Qin Tianshi added, "But I heard that he was beaten again some time ago. I don't know where he has been in the past few months. No one has seen him for a long time."

"He won't... die, will he?"

Liu Xiaoxiao glanced at them impatiently and said, "If you die, then die. What's there to say?"

If I were in his situation, I would have found a place to die."

"How can I live as a coward as him?"

"I didn't expect he could last this long."

Qin Tianshi said maliciously, "Maybe they just like it this way."

"But don't worry, little apprentice sister. He won't dare to bother you in his current state."

Liu Xiaoxiao looked somewhat superior, with a look of disdain on her face, "He is not worthy."

There was no gratitude towards the savior in the words of this group of people, only malice.

Qi Huan looked at them belittling Senior Brother Lu like this and wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.

In fact, when Liu Xiaoxiao first heard the rumor, she was secretly delighted. After all, Lu Huaijun was indeed a young genius and handsome at that time.

But as he slowly fell from the altar and finally became a complete cripple, all that was left for me was disgust.

I feel that having his name mentioned together with mine is an insult to me.

At this time, the battle between Leng Chuanhe and Du Hongying on the ring gradually became fierce, and the atmosphere on the ring was extremely tense.

Leng Chuan's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and the sword light was impenetrable.

Although Du Hongying fought hard, she gradually seemed powerless in the face of Leng Chuan's surging sword force.

"Cloud-breaking Sword, all swords become one!" Leng Chuan shouted, and spiritual power surged throughout his body.

The light on the long sword became brighter and turned into unstoppable sword energy, heading straight for Du Hongying's face.

Du Hongying's face was pale, but her eyes were shining with indomitable spirit and determination.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to inject the spiritual power in his body into the blade, trying to make a final resistance.

"Splitting Sky Slash!" As Du Hongying shouted, the blade was covered with blazing flames and quickly rushed towards Leng Chuan's sword energy, trying to resist it.

However, Leng Chuan's sword intent was too powerful. Under the impact of the sword energy, the flame only lasted for a moment before it dissipated with a bang.

"Puff!" Du Hongying was severely injured, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and her body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

At this critical moment, a figure dropped from the sky and steadily caught Du Hongying who was about to fall to the ground.

In an instant, everyone suddenly felt that the entire venue was bright, as if all the light was focused on one person.

When everyone looked closely, they saw that it was a female cultivator they had never seen before.

The red skirt fluttered, as light as if it weighed nothing, swaying gently in the breeze.

Her face was extremely beautiful, her facial features were delicate as if she was a fairy walking out of a painting, and there was a hint of otherworldliness between her eyebrows.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still and everything around was dimmed.

Everyone looked at her blankly.

As soon as Qingli and Lu Huaijun arrived at the venue, they saw a female cultivator spitting blood after being knocked off the stage.

He immediately flew down and picked the person up.

He had no favorable impression of the male cultivator on the stage.

It's really rude to be so rude to a girl!

Lu Huaijun then landed next to Qingli, and seeing so many people in the audience staring at Qing'er with fiery eyes, he frowned and blocked her with dissatisfaction.

Du Hongying was the first to come back to her senses. Her eyes were reluctant to leave Qingli's face, and her face was flushed.

"Thank you... thank you."

Qingli took out a repair pill and stuffed it into her mouth, winking at her, "You're welcome~ It's just a piece of cake."

He turned around and looked at the disciples in the audience with a big smile on his face, "Everyone is here, now we can settle the accounts~"