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Sunset Valley, inside the sect's main hall.

Ever since Chu Jun broke the first formation, the elder of Xianyue Tower, Zhang Yu's master, had been staring at Chu Jun with shining eyes: "Venerable Mo Heng, young Chu Jun is a formidable young man."

"Elder Fan, you're overpraising me. Chu Jun is still young and lacks experience."

In the clouds, Chu Jun and Zhang Yu's master exchanged flattery. Of course, Elder Fan was sincere, while Mo Heng was just doing it for business, and he certainly didn't think the disciples of Xianyue Tower could compare to his own treasure.

A formation master who has reached the level of Elder Fan has seen more than the disciples below the stage. Although it is not known whether Chu Jun entered the Tao through formations, Chu Jun has basically grasped the essence of formations.

Unfortunately, the competition between the two was too fast, and Elder Fan could not tell how much Chu Jun had understood. Judging from the accuracy of his breaking the magic circle and his use of spiritual power just now, it was definitely not superficial.

The more he looked at the younger generation below, the more satisfied he became. He secretly glanced at the expressionless Mo Heng, secretly regretting that he was not destined to accept him as his disciple.

Mo Heng, who had an expressionless face, was actually secretly happy now. He was a hundred times happier than when he won the Immortal Sect Competition. He had to suppress the pride on his face with great difficulty.

Hei Moheng was envious of the hypocritical guy sitting in the sect hall, and sent a message to Bai Moheng: "If you can't sit still up there, let me do it!"

"Get lost!" Mo Heng cursed, a rare outburst.

By the afternoon, the first round of competition will be over, and the second round will begin the next day. The winners will enter the top 32, followed by the top 16, top 8, semi-finals and finals.

Chu Jun handled all the contestants before the semi-finals with ease, and was able to dominate the battle with formations and talismans.

In the semi-finals, there were only four people left in the Jindan group. The names on the water curtain began to scroll, and the list of semi-finalists was drawn.

[Wuji Sect - Chu Yun vs. Jian Shi Shan - Yun Shang Ming]

The disciples from various sects who had already finished their matches gathered around the fighting stage where Chu Yun was, each of them waiting attentively for the match to begin.

Chu Jun has come all the way from the preliminary round and demonstrated his strong strength. Every victory he won was so thrilling and understated.

Now, Chu Jun has successfully entered the semi-finals and has become the focus of everyone's attention.

Many of the spectators had become loyal fans of Chu Jun, captivated by his charisma. Among them were young cultivators in the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment stages, as well as masters in the Nascent Soul stage. Everyone was eager to see Chu Jun continue to create miracles in the upcoming matches.

"Today Chu Jun will face Yun Shangming!"

"I don't know who will win or lose. Can a sword cultivator be defeated with just formations and talismans?"

"Yun Shangming is also the favored son of Master Hua Yi, and is the top seed for this year's martial arts competition. If it weren't for the dark horse Chu Jun, there's a 90% chance that he would be the champion this year."

"Fellow Daoist Yun Shangming also broke through to the Golden Core stage in his twenties. He's only 83 this year, but he's already at the peak of the Golden Core stage. Sword cultivators usually challenge others across boundaries. Chu Jun is in a very tight spot."

"I don't think so. People from the Wuji Sect said that Chu Jun used physical skills, formations, and talismans during the sect's internal competition. This shows that he is strong in all aspects and is probably a relatively versatile cultivator."

"Then maybe Chu Jun still has some hidden tricks?"

"That's impossible. He's only 20 years old, and his formations, talismans, and physical skills are so strong. Then what are we? Are we here to fill the numbers in the world of cultivation?"

"Hahaha, maybe that's the case..."

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The Wuji Sect disciples around heard the gossip from other sects and had to force themselves not to laugh out loud.

During this immortal sect competition, everyone in the Wuji Sect tacitly agreed not to tell anyone about Uncle Chu's enlightenment through swordsmanship.

If the disciples from other sects knew that Chu Jun's swordsmanship was deeply influenced by Master Mo Heng, they might really think that he came to the world of cultivation to make up the numbers. At least that was indeed his mental journey at the time.

Chu Jun was very excited. He had heard of Yun Shangming since he participated in the martial arts competition. He had reached the peak of the Golden Core stage before turning 100 and was expected to advance to the Nascent Soul stage within 100 years.

He learned from the ancestor of Jianshi Mountain, Master Hua Yi, who was also a sword fanatic with a high level of comprehension and unique attainments in swordsmanship. He once defeated a powerful Yuanying stage warrior and became famous. If Chu Jun had not appeared, he would have been the most dazzling new star in the world of cultivation in the past hundred years.

Chu Jun has been practicing swordsmanship for thousands of years and wants to find a serious swordsman to compete with. This will also make Chu Jun feel that his trip to this plane is worthwhile. This is the one Chu Jun has been looking forward to most since he participated in the competition.

The cheers from Chu Yun’s fans and Yun Shangming’s fans were so deafening that they were about to start a fight.

"Chu Jun!!! Come on!!!"

"Yun Shangming!!! Don't embarrass us sword cultivators!"

The two came on stage amid cheers, as if they didn't see the people below. They had no expression at all and were extremely serious.

Those who have watched Chu Jun’s matches know that Chu Jun is probably very prepared this time. He used to be such a gentle person, but today he stood on the stage with an expressionless face and a sword behind his back.

A sword? ?

"Is there a sword behind Fellow Daoist Chu Yun?"

"Looking at the outline, it's definitely a long sword..."

"No way... using the sword to enter the Tao?"

"Sword cultivator? If this was a thousand-year-old Spiritual Transformation Stage master, I could still believe it. But how old is Chu Jun? Apart from the time spent practicing formations and talismans, he still practices sword?"

“Maybe cultivators who practice swordplay always want to compete with other cultivators who practice swordplay?” No one thought Chu Jun entered the Dao through swordplay, they just called him a cultivator who practiced swordplay.

On the stage, Yun Shangming saw the sword on Chu Jun's back, and a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes. Then he understood and looked at Chu Jun more seriously.

"Sword Servant Shan Yun Shangming, please teach me."

"Wuji Sect Chu Jun, please teach me."

On the competition stage, two sword cultivators faced off in a solemn atmosphere. The white-robed sword cultivator, his black hair flowing like a waterfall, held a longsword in hand, its blade as clear as autumn water. His eyes were firm and calm.

The gray-robed swordsman opposite was dressed in tattered clothes, but his eyes revealed an unruly and wild look. His sword was even more ancient, and the blade was covered with traces of time.

Following the referee's command, the two men moved almost at the same time.

Yun Shangming took the lead in attacking. His movements were swift and direct, his sword was as powerful as a storm, and every sword strike was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air. He tried to suppress his opponent with force.

The young man in white retreated with steady steps, swinging his sword lightly, skillfully resolving the opponent's attack. His swordsmanship was agile and elegant, and every swing of the sword seemed effortless.

As the battle progressed, Yun Shangming's attacks became increasingly fierce, but Chu Jun remained calm. His swordsmanship became more refined, and each counterattack accurately hit the opponent's sword flaws. Although Yun Shangming's attacks were fierce, he gradually became powerless under the clever countermeasures of the white-robed swordsman.

Finally, after a fierce exchange, the white-robed swordsman found Yun Shangming's weakness. His body suddenly accelerated, and the tip of his sword shot out like a snake, pointing directly at the opponent's chest. Yun Shangming tried to swing his sword to block, but Chu Yun's sword was faster, and a slight touch of the sword tip caused the opponent's sword to lose balance.

The moment Yun Shangming lost his balance, Chu Yun's sword tip was already at his throat. On the competition stage, the winner was decided. The white-robed swordsman sheathed his sword and nodded slightly to his opponent as a sign of respect.