Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

"Gods?"

Shen Qiao raised his head unconsciously when he heard this. For some reason, his heart was filled with emotions and his mind seemed to have opened up.

In her previous life, she practiced hard just to repay Yun Zhi's kindness. After being reborn in this life, she just wanted to be free and unconstrained by all the grudges and hatreds.

From the beginning to the end, she never thought about ascending to become a god through practice.

Cultivating immortality but not wanting to become a god? Then what is the purpose of her cultivation?

"Shen Qiao!! Die!"

Luo Dai didn't care what Shen Qiao was thinking at the moment, she just wanted to kill her with the sword, so she gathered her spiritual power with one hand and swung the sword with great momentum.

"Little Junior Sister!!"

"be careful!!"

Seeing that the sword was approaching him, Shen Qiao still looked as if he was in a trance, which made Shang Mian and Li Yue in the stands very anxious. Even Wang Yu'an, who came to watch Shen Qiao's competition, couldn't help but remind him loudly.

"Neither a god nor an immortal..." Shen Qiao muttered to himself. The fierce wind that had blown past him cut off a few strands of hair. When the fatal sword was about to come down, everyone saw Shen Qiao simply raise his hand and take the blow with one hand.

An invisible force collided directly with the spiritual power from Luo Dai's sword, causing an invisible impact.

Luo Dai's expression was blank for a moment, and she even showed a bit of fear, "!!!"

"Fuck!" Many disciples blurted out vulgar words.

Gong Yihua, who had been paying close attention to the progress of the game, also frowned unconsciously.

"What is she doing? Isn't there a limit to her mind wandering?"

Zelan Immortal Lord stood up with obvious uneasiness, as if he was ready to go down and save people at any time.

Zhan Meng, who was sitting next to him, also sat down. After just a glance at Yan Zun and Que Yue, who were not at all panicked, he half-lay back down peacefully, "Heh... That's interesting."

On the other side, seeing Shen Qiao block this move with his bare hands, Luo Dai's heart beat wildly. She wanted to continue to chop at him, but Shen Qiao withdrew his hand without any warning, raised his hand and touched her forehead, muttering to himself:

"Could it be...he is cultivating people?"

This light touch made Luo Dai's pupils tremble. A powerful spiritual sense suppressed her soul, as if she would be pulled out and smashed to pieces in the next second. She was so frightened that she didn't even have time to retract her sword before she retreated more than ten wooden stakes.

But when she stood up and checked herself, she found that she didn't seem to be hurt at all. She realized it and her face turned red with anger. She pointed at Shen Qiao and said angrily:

"You fool me!!"

When the two separated, the crowd could see clearly that Shen Qiao's left hand was fine and there was no blood at all.

He caught the blade with one hand, and no blood was seen. Luo Dai had such a long pre-swing, but the result was this?

"cut……"

Several disciples in the stands couldn't help but sneer at Luo Dai.

"I thought he was some powerful character, but it turns out he's just an empty shell?"

"One finger frightened him so much that he couldn't even hold his sword steady. What a disgrace to sword cultivators!"

"Just admit defeat!"

These taunts were so clear in Luo Dai's ears that she almost blushed. "Me!"

“I can’t figure it out.”

A group of people were ridiculing Luo Dai, but Shen Qiao sighed as if with regret, raised his hand and threw Luo Dai's sword to her.

Luo Dai subconsciously reached out to take it, but as soon as her fingers touched the hilt, the ice seemed to stick to her and froze all the way up her hand. In just a moment, she was frozen into an ice sculpture and fell off the wooden stake.

At the same time, Shen Qiao also landed lightly from the wooden stake, "Senior Sister?"

Gong Yihua, who hadn't expected it to end like this, came to his senses and cleared his throat. "In the twelfth group, Luo Dai dropped the stake first, and Shen Qiao advanced."

"Holy shit! Is it over!?"

There was another burst of screams from the stands.

"No, no! I heard that Luo Dai is in the middle stage of the third stage? Even one level higher than Junior Sister Shen! How could she just... lose???"

"That blow didn't look that bad. How did Shen Qiao manage to remain unscathed?"

"Is this Lode made of paper?"

There was a lot of noise from people talking, but the observation deck was still relatively quiet.

"Heavenly light protects the master."

Que Yue only retracted her gaze after seeing Shen Qiao leave the arena. "At the age of twelve, at the Worry-Free Realm, he was almost able to knock on the gate of heaven and realize the great path he was pursuing."

"What a formidable talent."

Yan Zun nibbled the fruit in his hand and said, "That's why I'm curious, why don't you teach her yourself?"

Queyue smiled and shook her head, as if she was saying something else, "I'm not qualified to teach."

Yan Zun didn't answer immediately. He pondered for a moment before sitting up straight and saying, "Now that we've come to this, are you really not going to tell me the details?"

"Huh? What did you say?"

This attitude of knowing everything but not saying anything clearly made the straightforward Yan Zun visibly unhappy. "After returning from the Sword Tomb, I re-read Master's sword-making records. That umbrella is clearly..."

"Life is short." Queyue interrupted Yan Zun directly and spoke slowly as if she was suppressing her emotions.

"In this life, she only needs to be 'Shen Qiao', that's enough."

Yan Zun frowned, turned his head away as if he was unable to refute, and stopped talking to Que Yue.

In fact, Shen Qiao, who was being talked about by a group of people, did not stay at all after getting off the stage, but went directly to the bamboo forest he often went to.

She felt that she had to calm down now. Her mind was a mess. She only remembered that after entering the ring, Luo Dai muttered something. She had no recollection of what happened afterwards. She even forgot how she took the lead on the sword.

Shen Qiao rushed all the way and only slowed down and breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the bamboo forest. He sat down on the ground where he usually stayed, closed his eyes and meditated.

The gentle breeze in the autumn bamboo forest took away a lot of irritability and messy thoughts. The feeling of being at a loss and lost just now slowly dissipated and finally returned to calm.

I don’t know how long I meditated, but when Shen Qiao opened his eyes again, it was already noon.

"Little Taoist priest? Are you okay?" Zhang Wan, who had been carried by Shen Qiao all the time, looked out worriedly when she saw her open her eyes and asked carefully.

Shen Qiao shook his head. "You seemed to be moving around a bit on the stage earlier. Do you have anything to say?"

"Ah, right."

Zhang Wan's true form emerged from the talisman paper, floating in mid-air. "During the fight just now, that Taoist Luo stuffed something like a bottle into my hand. I couldn't touch the entity, so I could only warn you to be careful."

thing?

Shen Qiao stood up and, following Zhang Wan's instructions, took out a thumb-sized bottle from his waist belt. Upon closer inspection, it looked like there was a living thing moving slowly inside.

She squinted her eyes and fumbled with the thumb-sized object. "What is this..."