Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Since that time, Ji Congyan never went to Lingyun Sword Sect again. After arriving at Yaoguang Sword Sect, the two of them had even less interactions.

The next time they met was at the Fairy Sword Conference. Ji Congyan was unstoppable and quickly won the first two competitions. The disciples of Feiye Pavilion cheered and waited for Ji Congyan to step down from the stage, and they quickly surrounded her, all of them congratulating her.

"Master sister is so powerful. The 'Frost' move just now was so powerful and so beautiful!"

"I think the 'Flying Flowers' move was well used. It forced the opponent to retreat step by step."

"In my opinion, every move of Senior Sister is good. Looking at her posture, even if she faces Xu Lingshu, it will be no problem."

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There was endless congratulations and compliments from all around, but Ji Congyan just had a calm expression, as if she was out of the matter. Everyone in Feiye Pavilion knew her temper and didn't take it to heart. They still walked out of the stadium with laughter.

Just as they were about to leave the competition venue, a burst of laughter suddenly came from another sword-testing platform not far away, successfully attracting the attention of the Feiye Pavilion group.

"Who is competing over there? Why is it so noisy?" a disciple asked curiously.

"I'm not too sure, but looking at the people surrounding them, there seems to be someone from Lingyun Sword Sect." Another disciple stretched his neck to look over there and said uncertainly.

"Over there, it seems that the guy named Song Qingguang from Lingyun Sword Sect is competing with someone. He's the one who overestimated his own abilities and wanted to challenge the senior sister, but in the end he was beaten so badly by the senior sister that he couldn't even get up." A disciple curled his lips, his eyes full of disdain.

"It's him." The disciples around her laughed out loud, "I really don't know how he was chosen with his level of cultivation. At the beginning, our senior sister showed mercy to him. Now, this Immortal Sword Conference is a matter of life and death. I'm afraid he will be in great danger..."

Before the group of people could finish their mocking remarks, Ji Congyan, who seemed to be in a trance just now, suddenly stopped and turned to walk towards the sword testing platform.

"This...what happened to Senior Sister?" Everyone who had been talking nonstop just now looked at each other in bewilderment.

"You can't control your mouth. The eldest sister has always hated people who bully the weak. Your last victory was unfair and dishonorable. Now you bring it up in front of her so carelessly. She must be unhappy." A female disciple behind her glanced at the disciple with disappointment.

"This... How do I know her..." The disciple pouted unconvincedly, "Forget it, forget it, I'll go and apologize to her." After the disciple said this, he stomped his feet and chased after him, and the rest of the people naturally followed.

When Ji Congyan arrived at the sword-testing stage, she heard the disciples of Lingyun Sword Sect exclaiming in surprise. For some reason, her heart tightened and she quickly pushed through the crowd to look at the stage.

On the high platform, two figures, one purple and one green, were fighting each other. But the figure in purple robe was obviously weaker. Not only was he forced to retreat step by step by the green-robed swordsman, but he also had many wounds of varying sizes on his body, which dyed his light purple robe into crimson purple.

Ji Congyan's gaze involuntarily fell on the face of the purple-clothed male cultivator. After seeing the bleeding wound on his cheek, she instantly frowned and the air pressure around her sank.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise from the stage. It turned out that Song Qingguang was forced into a corner with no way to retreat. He was about to fall off the sword-testing stage. He rolled sideways in a panic and narrowly avoided the sword swung by his opponent.

But since he was dodging in a panic, it was naturally not a good sight. When he got up covered in dust and dirt, the people in the audience burst into laughter when they saw his disheveled hair and untidy clothes.

"I don't want to hurt your life, just jump off the stage and admit defeat." The blue-clothed male cultivator standing opposite him was obviously amused by his appearance. He pointed at Song Qingguang with his sword and pointed at the stage below, not hiding the contempt in his eyes.

"I admit defeat to you, the founder of sword cultivation. If you want to fight, just fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" He thought he was being merciful, but who would have thought that the embarrassed Song Qingguang opposite him did not appreciate it at all. He shook his head and rolled his eyes at him fiercely.

Stupid thing! Ji Congyan cursed inwardly. The difference between the two people's cultivation was huge. The result of this competition was obvious. If someone knew what was good for him, he would admit defeat after a few moves. This would not hurt his face or body, and he could also gain a reputation of being free and easy.

But Song Qingguang was a fool. Even after being beaten like this, he still wanted to show off his verbal skills. What benefit could he get from angering his opponent? The person on the other side was not himself who competed with him that day. He would not take the relationship between the two factions into consideration and show mercy to him.

Sure enough, the green-clothed male cultivator couldn't hold back his expression after hearing this. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He made a hand gesture with his left hand and raised his sword with his right hand. He said in a stern tone, "Since you are so ungrateful, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After saying that, he swung both hands at the same time, and a sword energy with burning flames came out from the tip of the sword, rushing towards Song Qingguang with unstoppable momentum.

Ji Congyan's face turned cold, but there was nothing she could do. Once on the sword-testing stage, no one would have the right to open the barrier outside the sword-testing stage unless the winner was decided or one side voluntarily admitted defeat. But Song Qingguang was a fool and did not know how to surrender. If he was hit by this sword, he would be half-crippled if not dead.

"Ah!" The people from Lingyun Sword Sect obviously thought of this result as well, and they burst into screams. Some of the sword practitioners who were watching could not help but close their eyes.

However, the bloody scene that everyone expected did not appear. When Song Qingguang on the stage saw the sword light coming towards him rapidly, his face turned pale for an instant, but he reacted quickly.

He chanted a spell and a vine barrier with twisted shapes like a dragon appeared in front of him. He then took a few steps back, jumped up, and flew in another direction.

However, the sword energy was too strong, and the seemingly extremely solid vine barrier only slowed down its speed a little, and in the next moment it turned into charcoal under the burning flames.

The sword energy, carrying the black ash from the burning vines, continued to move towards Song Qingguang. Just as it was about to pierce his back, a female voice suddenly came from under the sword-testing stage, "Brother, the master is still waiting for you in Lingyun Sword Sect!"

The green-clothed male cultivator paused, his face stiffened, and a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but the next moment, he still jumped up, flew in another direction, and swung out another sword energy. The two sword energies collided, and instantly knocked Song Qingguang away and fell to the stage.

Ji Congyan's brows furrowed as she looked in the direction of Lingyun Sword Sect, only to see Lin Xi, who was looking frightened, let out a long sigh and patted his chest. Then he followed the crowd to surround Wei Qingchuan, who had fallen on the stage, and helped him up.

Ji Congyan felt relieved. She glanced at Song Qingguang, who was helped up by everyone, with his head and face covered in black and a mouthful of black ash. She closed her eyes and left without looking back.