Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

"Look! It's the Sword Immortal Ji Zhiya!" Li Yan from the Sha League stood up and shouted excitedly.

Bai Jinmo stared blankly at the tall and straight figure on the stage, like a green pine, and murmured his name, her heart secretly falling in love with him.

A legendary figure appeared at the martial arts conference, and everyone's blood boiled.

Ji Zhiya was revered as a Sword Immortal because three years ago he challenged the Xingyun Sect's head, Sword Emperor Ye Zhengkun, to a duel, winning with just half a move and becoming famous. Also, because he was only twenty-five years old that year and wielded the ancient divine weapon, the Fufeng Sword, he was revered as the Fufeng Sword Immortal.

Qin Guanzhi stared at the young man who had once defeated his grandfather, and his fighting spirit suddenly ignited in his heart.

Qi Ruyi saw through his disciple's thoughts and patted him on the shoulder. "Look, the world is vast, with talented people emerging in large numbers. Learning is boundless, and martial arts are endless. Those who achieve great success rely not only on talent, but also on luck. It is said that Ji Zhiya came from no school or sect, yet he achieved such success at such a young age. Both are indispensable."

Qin Guanzhi took note of it silently and slowly shifted his gaze back to the battlefield.

At 3 p.m., the snow had stopped. The world hadn't turned white, but the temperature had dropped even lower, and every breath of hot air was coated with a thin layer of hoarfrost.

Ruan Chuyin's fur blanket seemed unable to shield her from the chill, and her hands curled tightly in the thick sleeves, trapping warmth. Xiang Yunchi noticed her red nose and pulled her into his arms, rubbing her arms.

Qin Guanzhi moved the tea stove closer to her legs and made her another cup of hot tea.

"Hatsune, this should be the last match. How about I take you down the mountain first?"

"I want to watch this fight to the end." Ruan Chuyin shook her head. How could she miss the battle between two supremely powerful beings?

Today, Ji Zhiya changed into a white robe with bamboo patterns. His ink-like hair was tied with a golden crown for the first time. A few strands of black hair lay on his chest and fluttered in the wind, adding a touch of charm to his handsome face.

A dragon's roar rose in the air, bringing Ruan Chuyin's thoughts back to reality.

The reflections of two sky-breaking hammers in his pupils rose high, and the force exerted was even stronger than before.

With a loud "bang", Ji Zhiya took it head-on and only retreated a foot before he could steady his footing.

The audience booed continuously. The moment he raised his eyebrows, he swung out with another Skybreaker Hammer, slamming it heavily into the ground, creating a large crater about half a foot deep.

Everyone's heart was in their throat until the dust settled and the white figure disappeared, and they breathed a breath of fresh air.

Suddenly, the dragon roared again.

A sky full of sword lights attacked from behind Wei Shizhang, startling Xiang Yunchi and Yue Yixing so much that they jumped up from their seats at the same time.

The two sky-breaking hammers flipped in the air one after another, trying to break through the net laid by the sword energy.

With each swing, the air currents reversed. With each swing of his arms, gravel flew everywhere, and the entire battlefield roared like thunder.

Ji Zhiya frowned with a rare solemn look, and he summoned 70% of his internal strength to swing his sword, stirring up gusts of wind. The dazzling sword light shot straight up, and the roar of a dragon resounded through the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the white figure on the stage disappeared without a trace again.

Wei Shizhang's pupils trembled. When he looked back, he heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air from the sky. Three powerful cyclones suddenly formed and swept towards him.

The sky is shaking and the clouds are surging.

Before he could swivel and retract his two Heaven-shattering Hammers, Wei Shizhang resolutely thrust out his mountain-like chest, fearlessly facing the terrifying force. Instantly, three bloody gashes were left on his black satin robe.

Ruan Chuyin was so frightened that she covered her mouth with both hands and burrowed into Qin Guanzhi's arms, trembling.

Suddenly, there was a silence all around. Many people swallowed silently, their palms covered in sweat.

Qi Ruyi looked at Ji Zhiya with admiration and became more and more curious about this sword master who was only 28 years old.

Wei Shizhang froze in place for a long moment, unable to recover. He remembered the last time he'd been injured was about seven or eight years ago. He lowered his eyes to look at the blood on his chest, his expression growing excited.

After a crazy low laugh, he shouted loudly, and a giant palm covering the sky stretched out from the void. The shiny black Sky-Breaking Hammer seemed to be summoned and returned to his hand in an instant.

"Come again." He said in a strong voice.

The passion of the major sects in the audience was ignited again, and they all stood up and cheered.

"Come on, Sword Immortal!" a charming female voice sounded.

Everyone's eyes fell on Bai Jinmo in unison, and the expressions on their faces were particularly wonderful.

Unfortunately, Ji Zhiya's eyes were always on his opponent, and he didn't even glance at her.

Bai Jinmo seemed a little embarrassed, tears welled up in her eyes, making her dark skin look even more sexy.

Li Yan usually liked to see her tears in the eyes when she was enjoying herself under him. Suddenly, he felt itchy in his heart and stretched out his strong arms to gently bring her back to her seat.

"Ayan, you...what does he mean by that?" Bai Jinmo was so angry that her voice was distorted.

"Momo, just look at Ji Zhiya's otherworldly look and you will know how heartless he is. This kind of person has nothing else in his heart except the sword." Li Yan persuaded her kindly.

Bai Jinmo is also a stubborn person and refuses to believe in evil.

What's the saying? What you can't get is the best.

This person will only know how painful it is when he hits the South Heaven Gate.

The next second, two figures on the stage took off into the air.

The Sky-Breaking Hammer and the Wind-Fulling Sword entangled with each other again, bursting out with countless golden lights.

The sound of metal collision like the sound of iron horses and the sound of applause like thunder kept overlapping in the air. The entire battlefield was in a mess, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, which made everyone nervous.

Wei Shizhang used all his strength, holding nothing back in every move. The eight pillars were shaken and rumbled, and the amplitude of their left and right swaying increased visibly.

The Fufeng Sword whistled again and swept towards the corner of the pillar, cutting off the shockwave from the Sky-Breaking Hammer.

Lu Zhuoxi swore that no future martial arts conferences would be held in Beiyue Country. He couldn't even think about the cost of the renovations.

The two men on the stage fought fiercely. Seeing the silver plate hanging high, the organizers had to find a way to light the lantern.

The flickering candlelight swayed in the thick night, and the cold wind blowing by their ears gave goose bumps to those martial artists who were not afraid of the cold during the day.

Bai Jinmo hadn't expected the Qingfeng Pavilion Master to be so determined to win. Even now, she still refused to give up, and she was shivering with cold. Li Yan and his men didn't wear thick clothes, so they each took off a thin shirt and covered her with it.

Finally, as the hour of midnight approached, Wei Shizhang could no longer bear the injuries and gave up the competition.

Yes, he gave up, because he felt that if he hadn't been exhausted and hadn't eaten for a long time, he could still fight again.

Qi Ruyi looked at Ji Zhiya dimly, and was sure that his swordsmanship should be better than Shen Yu's.

With the host's loud shout, the competition finally came to an end.

This year's martial arts conference was won by Fufeng Sword Master Ji Zhiya.

Wei Shizhang, his body covered in sword scars, still laughed wildly. It had been a long time since he had such a good fight, and he immediately invited Ji Zhiya down the mountain for a drink.

Ji Zhiya has always been a loner, and when someone suddenly invited him to drink, his mood became awkward.

Two figures, one black and one white, jumped off a hundred-foot cliff and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yue Yixing pulled all his disciples together and stuck close to Xiang Yunchi, preparing to go to Zuixianlou in Licheng for dinner.

The distance of fifty miles was nothing to them, and Ruan Chuyin was happy to revisit the old place.

Just as they were getting off the cliff, a dark shadow flashed by.

In the dim candlelight, his face couldn't be clearly seen. But Ruan Chuyin recognized him and quickly ran forward, shouting, "Eighteen!"