Junior sister took first place again

In the green water cave, spiritual energy is like mist, and the elders of various sects are chatting and laughing, maintaining the dignity of the righteous alliance.

However, beneath the calm, undercurrents have quietly gathered momentum.

In Xuanji Courtyard, Ning Jiasheng's fingertips brushed across the scabbard of the Chiyan sword, and a faint hum of desire came from the sword body.

She forced herself to suppress her sword-cultivating instincts, her gaze fixed calmly on the floating red flag.

"Uncle Xun's inheritance is more than enough," she thought with certainty.

Under the skin of "Lin Sheng" is the most dazzling sword genius of the Xuanling Sect. He is also the successor of the true teachings of the long-deceased formation master - Xiuying Immortal Venerable, who, by chance, received the true teachings.

Presenting himself as a formation master was a helpless act due to internal strife, but it was by no means a disguise.

Her mastery of formations had long surpassed the understanding of her peers. Scarlet Flame was her final trump card, a mark that could not be easily revealed.

The next day, at the Three Thousand Sword Testing Platform, the air was filled with solemn music, and the three reinforced platforms were filled with flowing array patterns.

Immortal Yunhua appeared: "The second round of drawing lots has begun, and the time limit is two days and two nights. I hope you will be armed and sharp, and forge ahead."

Six streams of light flew over, and the battle was immediately revealed:

East Arena: Xuanling Sect's Lin Sheng versus Xuanling Sect's Xiao Han;

Middle Arena: He Ling of Changxing Sect versus Xu Qing of Mengxi Liu Sect;

Western Arena: Ji Yu from Pengcheng versus Lan Qiqi from Zhujian Villa.

When the result came out, the whole audience was shocked.

"Civil war in the Xuanling Sect? What a coincidence?"

"Disciples from Yuhua Peak versus disciples from Lingxiao Peak. A fight between fellow disciples is bound to be a fierce struggle."

The most shocked person was Xiao Han himself.

He suddenly turned his head, his eyes like lightning, shooting straight at Ning Jiasheng who was not far away, his eyes full of undisguised astonishment and scrutiny.

Fellow disciple?

Fight against this "formation genius" who suddenly appeared with unknown origins?

He was filled with doubts and his vigilance instantly reached its peak.

Ning Jiasheng felt the gaze as sharp as an ice cone, and his heart trembled slightly, but his face remained calm, and he even gave Xiao Han a calm and indifferent look.

The light shields of the three arenas lit up at the same time, announcing the start of the battle. Everyone's eyes moved between the three fiercely clashing battlefields.

In the East Arena, the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point, far exceeding the temperature that should be present when fellow disciples meet.

Xiao Han's eyes were ice-cold, without any pretense of fellow discipleship, and the Frost Sword was chilling.

Ning Jiasheng's mind raced, and he took the first step.

With a slight wave of her white hand, seven rays of red light shot out like meteors, accurately embedding into the seven sides of the arena.

Amidst the buzzing sound, crimson array patterns spread and intertwined, and a hot and heavy confinement force field descended with a bang.

The air was twisted, and the light seemed to be grasped by invisible hands. Xiao Han suddenly felt that the spiritual power in his body was sluggish, as if he was carrying a mountain.

A cold light flashed in Xiao Han's eyes. He stopped testing and pointed his finger quickly. Several condensed and piercing ice-blue sword auras shot out silently, piercing the connection nodes of the formation flags, tricky and ruthless.

Ning Jiasheng's steps were mysterious, his figure looming within the formation. With a slight thought, the crimson light of the formation flag surged, and the shadowy figure of a flaming beast roared out, shattering the icy blue sword energy.

Her hand gestures were unpredictable, and the formation flowed like flowing clouds and water. Every change accurately predicted Xiao Han's route of advance, and completely dissolved his sharp sword energy temptations into nothingness.

It was an almost instinctive control over the flow of space and spiritual energy, originating from the intuition of a top-level swordsman, perfectly integrated into the formation to form an impenetrable defense and oppression.

Xiao Han's figure was like a ghost, shuttling through the cracks in the scorching force field, so fast that he left behind ice crystal afterimages.

The sword energy from the fingertips was continuous, like a rainstorm, like a sharp thrust, constantly impacting the formation barrier.

The shock in his heart grew deeper and deeper: the exquisite control of this formation, the precise prediction, the occasional sharp perception of blind spots... this was definitely not the work of an ordinary formation cultivator.

Is this more like a supreme realm of transforming sword power into a formation?

"Ningshuang!"

The sword rang clear and melodious, and Xiao Han no longer held back - the vast and majestic icy sword energy surged out like a polar cold wave, intending to freeze the flow of spiritual energy in the entire arena and freeze this cage of fire.

Ning Jiasheng's pupils shrank slightly, and Zixiao trembled within her scabbard. She suppressed the urge to draw her sword, her hands suddenly forming a profound ancient seal, and the true essence of the formation personally taught by the Immortal Master Suying surged.

"town!"

The ground in the center of the arena suddenly cracked, and countless mysterious red-gold runes broke out of the ground, instantly interweaving into a huge array network covering the entire arena.

The array net shone with light, carrying the supreme majesty that could suppress everything, and it forcibly stopped, decomposed, and swallowed up the surging cold wave.

The ice and fire were annihilated, leaving only the red-gold net shining brightly, and the arena was shaking violently.

At the moment when the annihilation light was at its brightest, Xiao Han's figure, with the help of refraction of ice crystals, appeared like a ghost behind Ning Jiasheng.

The Frost Sword, with the murderous intent to freeze her soul, pierced straight into her right shoulder which was controlling the formation.

This sword is a cold killing move.

The fatal crisis made Ning Jiasheng's hair stand on end. She bit her tongue hard, and the severe pain brought her clarity. Her body leaned back to the ground at an incredible angle.

At the same time, he put his fingers together like swords, and a beam of red-gold light that condensed the power of the formation and the true meaning of breaking the law arrived first, accurately pointing at Xiao Han's wrist.

Xiao Han's eyes finally burst into horror. This reaction, this threat in the finger technique, he turned his wrist quickly -

laugh!

A beam of red gold brushed past his wrist, leaving a burning pain. The tip of the Frost Sword sliced ​​through the fabric of Ning Jiasheng's right arm, leaving a trail of frozen blood.

The two men passed each other and separated. Ning Jiasheng's right arm was bleeding, and he felt icy cold. His face was slightly pale and his breathing was slightly short, but his eyes were as calm as the abyss, and his right hand was firmly on the hilt of the sword.

Xiao Han looked at the burn marks on his wrist, then at Ning Jiasheng, who was forcibly suppressing herself but still possessing a profound and imposing presence. There was no doubt in his heart: It was her! Ning Jiasheng, the last disciple of Qinglian Immortal Venerable, had returned.

"Give up and get down."

Xuan Su Zhenjun's voice echoed in his mind, and Xiao Han instantly suppressed his strange expression. He sheathed his sword, and even forced a hint of "admiration" on his face: "Junior Sister Lin is proficient in formations and has grasped the essence of the true teachings of the Immortal Master Tracing Shadow. Xiao is no match for her. In this battle, I admit defeat."

He admitted defeat decisively, but his eyes were as cold as ice, firmly imprinting Ning Jiasheng's figure.

The Supervisory Elder's voice rang out: "The Eastern Tournament has concluded. The winner is—Xuanling Sect, Lin Sheng."

Ning Jiasheng bowed in return, but a strong sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

Xiao Han came here aiming for the first place on the Heavenly Ranking, but now he admits defeat so easily. It is obvious that the lineage of Immortal Master Meng Ze has not given up the fight for the right to speak in the sect.

Instead, they found an opportunity that could undermine the prestige of the Sect Master and the Green Lotus Immortal Venerable even more than taking first place on the Heavenly Ranking.

As Xiao Han stepped down from the stage, a figure appeared silently in the shadows.

The man who came was wearing a dark Taoist robe with cloud patterns, with a gaunt face and a temperament as deep as the sea. He was none other than Xuan Su Zhenren, one of the powerful elders of Xuanling Sect - Xiao Han's senior brother.

"Master?" Xiao Han's heart trembled, and he saluted quickly.

Zhenjun Xuansu, no, or rather, Immortal Venerable Mengze's gaze was not looking at him, but penetrated the crowd and locked onto the back of Ning Jiasheng who was being protected by Li Huan and Feiyun as he left.

His eyes were calm, yet deep within them there seemed to be a galaxy of shattered stars.

"This is Qinglian's disciple..." Immortal Master Mengze's voice was calm, but with unquestionable penetrating power, it directly entered Xiao Han's sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiao Han's entire body trembled, and he lowered himself even lower: "Master, Ning Jiasheng..."

"Hmph." Immortal Master Mengze interrupted him with a cold snort, his eyes still fixed on the back, as if he was evaluating a tricky item.

"This aura, the foundation of the swordsmanship... the formation... seems to have been passed down from Qinglian and Suying."

He didn't seem surprised, more like confirmation.

Xiao Han suddenly understood: "The one who drew lots just now... was it you, Master...?"

Otherwise, according to the plan, he should have fought against Ji Yu or He Ling this time.

Immortal Master Mengze's lips curled up slightly, a faint, yet bone-chilling arc. "Just a test. Qinglian's disciple, Suying's inheritance... Hehe, another half-demon, quite interesting."

Ning Jiasheng? Half-demon!!?

Xiao Han looked up in shock.

Immortal Master Mengze neither admitted nor denied it, and his words were like mist.

"Keep an eye on her, the other side of the abyss... won't be long. This handle... needs to be controlled, and then just right... erased." The last two words were as light as a mosquito, but carried a chilling chill.

After he finished speaking, Master Xuansu's "eyes" returned to their normal appearance. He turned and left, motioning Xiao Han to follow him.

Xiao Han stood there, a layer of cold sweat on his back. Every time he faced the awakened Immortal Master Meng Ze, he felt a palpitation in his heart.

He looked in the direction where Ning Jiasheng disappeared, his eyes becoming extremely complicated, a mixture of fear, murderous intent, and a hint of coldness of being treated as a chess piece.