The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Pei Jingshu didn't say anything and looked at Xie Yi subconsciously.

Seeing Xie Yi's confident look, she said, "Fellow Daoist Ma can challenge me, but who I choose after that is up to me."

In short, even if you win, it is up to me to decide whether to choose you or not, and I am not forced to choose you.

She was the head of the Pei family, but she was also a woman. Who wouldn't want to choose a partner that suited their taste? If Xie Yi really lost, with so many people present, she wouldn't necessarily have to choose Ma Ming.

Xie Yi shook his fan and glanced at Ma Ming, "Don't worry, you don't stand a chance."

Ma Ming snorted, "Fighting doesn't rely on words."

Pei Jingshu ordered people to turn off the no-fly zone in Xuanyu City, and everyone flew into the sky and flew together to the sky outside the city.

The monks who were watching below the platform were originally regretting that the husband-selection process was too simple and too fast, but now that they saw that a fight was about to take place, they suddenly became excited again, and one by one they flew high into the sky and ran after the high-level monks.

As a cultivator who has reached the state of Divine Transformation, Xiao Han naturally stands at the forefront of the crowd.

Arriving at the top of a deserted mountain, Ma Ming and Xie Yi stopped and looked at each other from afar.

Pei Jingshu stood between the two and said, "In this fight, both sides should just stop at a certain point and not go too far. Otherwise, they'll be deliberately taking advantage of the situation to cause trouble, and don't blame me for taking sides then."

Neither Xie Yi nor Ma Ming said anything, but they both understood that under such circumstances, it was impossible to beat the other to death.

After Pei Jingshu finished speaking, she stepped back and said, "Please come in, both of you!"

Xie Yi did not move. His weapon, the Peach Blossom Fan, was already in his hand, ready to attack at any time.

Ma Ming flipped his hand, and a black bone sword made of special material appeared in his hand.

The next moment, both of them attacked at the same time.

Xie Yi waved his folding fan, and peach blossoms fluttered all over the sky and floated towards Ma Ming.

As Ma Ming swung his bone sword, a huge net made of black silk threads covered Xie Yi.

The black silk screen meets the peach blossoms all over the sky. The peach blossoms are like petal fish and are caught in the silk screen.

"Break!" Xie Yi shouted, and thousands of peach blossoms suddenly bloomed like small fireworks, blasting the black silk screen into pieces.

After one move, both sides put away their contempt.

Ma Ming swung the bone sword again, and a huge black sword light carrying the force of thunder rushed towards Xie Yi.

Xie Yi simply waved the folding fan in his hand gracefully. Suddenly, a pink cloud appeared in the sky, without any trace of murderous aura or energy fluctuations.

However, when a mountain-like sword beam that seemed to be across the sky hit the pink clouds, a loud bang was heard, and the aftermath of the spiritual power that escaped immediately caused the low-level cultivators who were watching the fun but were too close to fall down like raindrops.

A Nascent Soul cultivator from the Pei family shouted, "Quickly retreat further away."

The onlookers, including the Nascent Soul cultivators, hurriedly retreated, no longer daring to watch the excitement from close range.

Xie Yi snorted coldly, "It's rude not to reciprocate!"

After saying that, he fanned the fan in his hand vigorously.

A river formed by thousands of peach blossoms meandered towards Ma Ming.

Ma Ming's face was solemn, and he swung the bone sword in his hand tightly. The black sword energy continuously strangled the Peach Blossom River, turning it into countless pink points of light, floating and scattering, like thousands of tiny petals falling in the rain.

Xie Yi didn't wait for the Peach Blossom River to be strangled and fanned again.

Ma Ming continued to swing his sword and strangle, his body began to retreat little by little, while the Peach Blossom River continued to approach.

Just when the Peach Blossom River was about to be strangled, suddenly, a violent gale blew.

In order to avoid the enemy's attack, Ma Ming had to retreat quickly, and in a blink of an eye he had retreated more than ten miles away.

Xie Yi's figure flashed and he approached quickly, waving his folding fan. Thousands of peach blossoms transformed into a huge peach blossom net in the sky, pressing down on Ma Ming's head.

Feeling the terrifying aura with a trace of power of law, Ma Ming's face changed drastically. He waved his sword to resist while descending rapidly.

When he landed on the top of the mountain below, he suddenly sensed that the Peach Blossom Skynet in the sky no longer had any spiritual energy fluctuations.

Ma Ming was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had been fooled.

Sure enough, he saw Xie Yi standing high in the air, looking down at him, gently waving his folding fan with a look of disdain on his face.

Ma Ming was furious and was about to fly high into the sky to fight for another 300 rounds when he heard Pei Jingshu say, "The competition is over. Everyone, please return to Xuanyu City."

Ma Ming flew high into the sky and shouted unwillingly, "I haven't lost yet."

Xie Yi frowned, then slapped him again.

"Ah!" Ma Ming screamed. He hadn't expected Xie Yi to be so disrespectful and attack so suddenly.

Ma Ming, who tried to resist hastily, was pressed down from the sky again by this great force, and half of his body was buried in the rocks.

"You are despicable and shameless!"

Ma Ming cursed at the sky, and Xie Yi raised the Peach Blossom Fan again with a smile on his face. Ma Ming's face changed, and he quickly swung his bone sword, building a defensive sword net.

But Xie Yi laughed heartily and told everyone to go back.

He took the lead and turned to fly towards Xuanyu City.

Ma Ming, having been fooled, flew high into the sky, about to chase Xie Yi. Pei Jingshu stopped and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Ma, the competition is over. If you continue to pester me, you are deliberately making an enemy of my Pei family."

Ma Ming glared at Xie Yi in the distance with anger and unwillingness, then flicked his sleeves and flew away in the opposite direction.

There was nothing exciting to watch, so everyone returned to Xuanyu City.

Pei Jingshu said to the group of Divine Transformation cultivators, "The Pei family has prepared some fine wine. Fellow Daoists, please come over and enjoy a drink."

Although they were not selected, everyone readily agreed because they had good wine to drink and could communicate with so many like-minded people.

Some prominent Nascent Soul cultivators were also invited by the Nascent Soul disciples of the Pei family to gather in another place for a drink.

In a spacious open space in the City Lord's Mansion, rows of tables were filled with spiritual fruits, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of wine.

A group of Jindan cultivators took their seats one after another, and Xie Yi had already sat next to Pei Jingshu, beginning to entertain the guests as the host.

How could the Yun family not know that the head of the Pei family was recruiting a husband with such a big fuss?

By the time Pei Jingshu finished choosing her husband, the head of the Yun family also knew the entire process.

At this moment, in the Yun family's meeting hall, an old woman in the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm said to a beautiful young woman, "The Pei family has found a Spiritualization Realm cultivator as a helper. Are we really going to do nothing?"

The young woman laughed and said, "It's just a mere Divine Transformation cultivator. What's there to worry about? Even if the Pei family has another Divine Transformation cultivator, so what? With grandma and I here, they won't be able to take advantage of it."