Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

Ten years is neither long nor short.

On this day, Gan Su had just completed his mission and returned to the sect. Just as he landed in front of the mountain gate and hadn't yet stood firmly, a shadow suddenly "whoosh" past him.

He was startled at first, then subconsciously picked up his stick to chase after her. Just as he turned around and ran a few steps, he heard the familiar female voice again.

"Hello, Senior Brother Gan! Someone's challenging me to a fight down the mountain! I'm leaving first!!"

He knew who it was the moment he heard the voice. Gan Su breathed a sigh of relief, put away his stick, and said with a smile, "Wow...it's so fast. I thought it was the spirit beast in the back mountain that escaped."

"Brother Zhang, are you sure that person will come?"

At the foot of Tianxingmen Mountain, several disciples from Lingya Mountain wearing yellow short-sleeved shirts were pacing back and forth anxiously. The leader, a man with a scar on his face, had a solemn expression and stared at one direction intently.

A nearly two-meter-long broadsword was stuck in the ground, and he placed both hands on the hilt. With his visible muscles and ferocious expression, if he hadn't been wearing the sect's clothes, the disciples guarding the Tianxing Sect would have thought that he was here to rob.

"She promised me that I could challenge her anytime I wanted."

The person asking the question sighed softly, feeling a headache after hearing this.

Ever since Shen Qiao reached the Great Perfection of the Xitian Realm a year ago, who in the entire Immortal Realm would dare challenge her in a duel? This is beyond the mere word "genius," isn't it? And how many people in the history of the Immortal Realm have reached the sixth stage of the Mu Ze Realm in their twenties? For an ordinary cultivator to reach the Xitian Realm before the age of a hundred is considered quite remarkable!

"It's been so many years, I'm afraid Fellow Daoist Shen has long forgotten..."

"Long time no see! Fellow Daoist Zhang from Lingya Mountain!"

Before he could finish his words, a figure flew down from the mountain and landed steadily in front of a group of people.

Several people looked in the direction of the sound, but were frozen at first sight.

The man was wearing a blue-white robe with the cuffs rolled up a few times, revealing a small section of his slender forearm. He seemed to have come in a hurry. A few wisps of messy hair fell in front of his forehead, and there was a streak of dust on his left cheek that had not been wiped clean. However, this slightly messy appearance could not hide his handsome face. His pair of affectionate eyes seemed to have a faint smile, and his eyes were bright and shining, making people forget the world.

Shen Qiao held the sword in one hand and bowed, saying, "Shen Qiao, the third-generation disciple of Tianxing Sect, is here to fight!"

With such a beautiful appearance, it is hard to imagine that she was the sickly-looking little girl from ten years ago.

No, that's not right. Although Shen Qiao always looked like she would fall down at the slightest touch, she had never been rude. The reason they dared to provoke her was simply because they saw her as young and thought she was vulnerable.

Illusion, it’s all an illusion!

The Tianxing Sect is full of "dangerous elements" who can disguise themselves!

Seeing Shen Qiao's greeting, Zhang Qiuming quickly reacted and raised his hands to clasp his fists, "I am Lingya Mountain, the 33rd generation disciple, Zhang Qiuming!"

"I remember you, the first person who challenged me before the secret realm." Shen Qiao still had that smiling and talkative look on his face.

This smile made Zhang Qiuming feel uncomfortable. He scratched the back of his head and laughed, "Ah... Haha, you, you still remember?"

Several disciples standing by cast questioning glances at this lackluster answer.

Where was that gesture you made just now, as if you were going to tear down someone else's plaque?!

Of course, despite what he said, Zhang Qiuming still had not forgotten the purpose of his visit.

He cleared his throat after receiving looks from several of his junior brothers and said, "I mean, we can get started."

Shen Qiao nodded, "Okay."

Zhang Qiuming took a deep breath to calm himself down. As his mind calmed down, the spiritual power around him gradually surged. He let out a loud cry, stomped his foot heavily on the ground, and with just one hand, he pulled out the big knife that looked to weigh at least a thousand pounds and chopped it across, bringing out a fierce gust of wind.

For a moment, sand and dust were flying everywhere. The momentum was as if thousands of troops had appeared out of thin air, razing everything to the ground wherever they went.

This doesn't seem like something this fair-skinned little girl can handle.

Everyone thought the same thing.

But soon, they heard the crisp sound of a sword being unsheathed somewhere, and a group of people saw a flash of white sword light in front of them amidst the whistling wind and sand, tearing a hole in this "thousands of troops".

In an instant, yellow sand scattered, and a long black sword was placed on Zhang Qiuming's shoulder.

Just one sword again!!

The disciples of Lingya Mountain exclaimed in their hearts.

Shen Qiao stopped there and then put away his sword, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, thank you for letting me."

Zhang Qiuming, however, looked stunned.

The move he had practiced for ten years was broken in just a moment...

Broken?!

He doesn't believe it.

I wouldn't believe it even to death.

Zhang Qiuming became serious again, "Fellow Daoist Shen, please fight with me again."

Shen Qiao did not refuse. He took a few steps back to create some distance and agreed happily.

"I was presumptuous and used my spiritual power just now." Zhang Qiuming picked up the knife again and held the handle with both hands.

"This time, I'm just competing with you in moves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he relied on his strength to gain the upper hand, sprinted forward quickly, and when he was less than three meters away, he jumped into the air, raised the knife high with both hands, and then chopped down with all his strength.

when--

The deafening sound of weapons clashing suddenly spread.

Several disciples who were watching the fight had to cover their ears and frown because of the sound. They felt that the vibration was making their blood boil and they were about to vomit blood in the next second.

“Good strength.”

This light praise hit Zhang Qiuming's confidence like a heavy blow.

He'd clearly used his full strength! Even his knuckles, gripping the hilt, were numb from the shock! And yet she remained so calm and composed?!

Zhang Qiuming may have used too much force, and his teeth were about to be broken, but he saw Shen Qiao suddenly move.

She moved extremely quickly, and Zhang Qiuming suddenly tried to be pulled back to relieve the force. Then the resistance under the knife loosened instantly, and the person who was standing under his knife just now disappeared.

With the experience of being held across the neck just now, he turned around and raised his knife to chop, but he saw someone behind him. Before he could move again, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis coming from above his head.

He could only instinctively raise his sword to block, but the fact was that he regretted it as soon as the sword touched his sword.

The oppressive feeling of the sword was so strong that he seemed to see ghosts crawling out of hell through the pitch-black blade. This was simply something he could not endure at his current level!

"I give up!!" He had no choice but to speak.

The sword that was about to be pressed down suddenly stopped. The green figure borrowed some force from the blade, turned around neatly, and landed lightly to the side.

Shen Qiao put away his sword and bowed, still looking calm.

"I accept it, Fellow Daoist Zhang."