Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

On Dajianping, Yu Zeyang saw the milky white water of the Wangchuan River and unconsciously took two steps back.

After the water of the Forgetful River melted Scarface's legs and feet yesterday, just looking at him from afar made him feel a chill down his spine.

Yu Zeyang unsheathed his sword, his eyes slightly closed as he held it before him. After gathering enough spiritual energy, his tiger eyes suddenly opened. He soared into the air, the sword in his hand thrusting straight at Zheng Xiaoqiao.

Ma Zhan, who was sitting on the cliff, frowned. Something was not right with this sword.

Although the sword thrust by Yu Zeyang possessed the power of a fifth-grade cultivator, it was too simple. Even if the great way is simple, his sword was still too simple.

Zheng Xiaoqiao also discovered the clue. As the young master of Qingcheng Mountain, Yu Zeyang's sword was not amazing at all.

Zheng Xiaoqiao flicked his finger, and a drop of water shot towards Yu Zeyang's brow. To everyone's surprise, Yu Zeyang didn't show any intention of dodging, not even using his protective Qi.

Zheng Xiaoqiao suddenly thought of something and raised his hands.

The water droplet actually passed through Yu Zeyang's eyebrows, but he seemed to be fine and continued to stab Zheng Xiaoqiao with his sword.

Zheng Xiaoqiao ignored Yu Zeyang in front of her. A water curtain suddenly rose behind her, and at the same time, dozens of water arrows began to shuttle up and down behind her in an irregular manner.

"Clone~" Lu Zhu was the first to notice something strange. A long sword had pierced through the water curtain behind Zheng Xiaoqiao and stabbed her in the back.

Ma Zhan's eyelids jumped, and another Yu Zeyang appeared behind Zheng Xiaoqiao, with a long sword emitting white smoke, about to pierce her body.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Yu Zeyang raised the corner of his mouth. His martial arts that had been hidden for many years were finally going to be shown to the world.

Three years ago, Yu Donghai, the master of Qingcheng Mountain, killed a shadow beast in a secret place south of the colorful clouds. From the shadow beast's core, he realized the shadow clone technique.

The simple, direct, moderate and peaceful Qingcheng swordsmanship is taken to a higher level with the help of the Shadow Clone Technique.

The Shadow Clone Technique is a top secret of Qingcheng Mountain, and only Yu Donghai and his son Yu Zeyang practice it.

Yu Zeyang planned to use his elusive Shadow Clone Technique to unexpectedly win the championship in the Jiange Competition and place his portrait on the secondary martial arts ranking list.

Yu Donghai has been studying in seclusion. When he has mastered the Shadow Clone Technique, he is confident that he can move up a level on the martial arts rankings.

The long sword pierced into the water curtain, Ma Zhan's heart tightened, and his hand grabbed unconsciously.

Liu Nange frowned and almost cried out in pain. Ma Zhan grabbed her hand. Ma Zhan was not like Zheng Xiaoqiao. His rough hands were very strong.

Yu Donghai, who was about to succeed, suddenly felt something was wrong with the sword in his hand. Besides the chill that crept up his hand along the sword, the sword actually looked younger.

Although Yu Donghai couldn't communicate with flying swords like the disciples of Jiange, he could still sense what was wrong with his own sword just by feeling it.

Moreover, half of the sword was inserted into the water curtain, but it still didn't feel like it had pierced the opponent.

Behind the milky white water curtain, the corroded and frozen sword body had long been shattered and fallen off after being hit by multiple water arrows.

Yu Zeyang gave up the assassination just when the hilt of the sword was about to sink into the water. He lightly tapped the water of the Forgetful River with his feet and flew away to one side.

When everyone saw that only the hilt of the sword was left in Yu Zeyang's hand, they realized that the water of the Forgetful River could easily melt even a sword.

Yu Zeyang's escape exposed his entire generation to Zheng Xiaoqiao. Two water droplets caught up with him, corroding his protective Qi and sticking to his back.

Zheng Xiaoqiao still couldn't fully control the water of the Wangchuan River, otherwise these two water droplets would have directly hit Yu Zeyang's body, freezing his internal organs and then slowly corroding them clean.

Feeling the chill and tingling coming from his back, Yu Zeyang immediately shouted.

"I lose, I admit defeat..."

Zheng Xiaoqiao immediately recalled two drops of water from the Forgetful River and put them into the bronze goblet.

Yu Zeyang felt a burning pain in his toes and back. The water from the Forgotten River had already burned a large area of his skin.

"Zheng Xiaoqiao wins."

Liu Nange slapped Ma Zhan's hand hard. "Let go, it hurts so much. You two have the same problem."

Ma Zhan smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I'll make you some braised pork knuckles tonight to replenish your energy."

Liu Nange rubbed his hands and rolled his eyes at Ma Zhan.

After the two competitions, two masked dragons, one male and one female, eliminated the direct disciple of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect's Tianzun and the young master of Qingcheng Mountain.

Both of them were firmly in the top ten, and they had made thorough preparations for this year's competition. Zhang Qingyun's golden armored general and Yu Zeyang's shadow clone were their ultimate weapons for winning the championship.

The practitioners who came to watch the competition were all amazed that this year's competition was truly exciting.

The representatives of various sects standing in the stands watching the game were also amazed at how talented and brilliant the next generation of Shu was.

Zheng Xiaoqiao returned to Ma Zhan and nodded to Liu Nange in thanks. Liu Nange said to the two with a dark face: "You two, don't pinch my hand again."

Ma Zhan chuckled: "Just now I saw you guys were fighting fiercely, and I got nervous and grabbed Nan Ge's hand."

Zheng Xiaoqiao also smiled and said, "I pinched her twice."

Liu Nange was really speechless. Couldn't the two of them be more understanding of my hands?

The competition continued as usual, with Tang Anru and Tang Anyue once again defeating their opponents in seconds, securing victory. It must be said that their talent for light martial arts and concealed weapons was unmatched in the Tang Sect.

The second round of competition is over, the top fifteen have been announced, and the Yuchang Sword Master announced the arrangements for the next round.

The five people with the last number plates can randomly choose an opponent to challenge from the ten people at the front.

As expected, Liu Nange was once again unrivaled, entering the top ten. After demonstrating the terror of the Forgotten River's waters, Zheng Xiaoqiao was also unrivaled.

Two people hesitated in front of Ma Zhan's bamboo box, wondering if Qing Hu was injured and if they had any chance of defeating him. However, after thinking for a moment, they gave up challenging Number One.

In the end, Liu Nange, Qinghu, Zheng Xiaoqiao, Tang Anru, and Li De had no opponents and directly entered the top ten. This also means that the five of them are qualified to enter the Sword Tomb.

At night, Liu Nange held a pig's trotter in one hand and chewed it until his mouth was full of oil.

The next day, Ma Zhan and Zheng Xiaoqiao finally had a chance to be alone. Puyang Yingjun was leaving for a martial arts competition, so Ma Zhan could only apologize to his good brother, saying he needed to recover his internal strength as soon as possible.

Puyang smiled handsomely and generously, saying that he could miss the horse battle in the competition, but he must not forget the matter of the fairy in Mount Emei.

After the three of them arrived at Dajianping, Zheng Xiaoqiao asked, "How should we deal with Tang Anru?"

Ma Zhan got a headache whenever he mentioned Tang Anru. Putting aside their grudge, just in terms of the duel, with the strength Tang Anru had shown so far, Ma Zhan was not sure he could beat her.