I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

Although Lu Qianqiu was afraid of Ye Xinghe in her heart, she was so angry at the moment that she could not listen to Ye Xinghe's warning at all.

When Lu Qianqiu heard Ye Xinghe speak to stop her, a trace of displeasure flashed across her face. She curled her lips and spoke in a somewhat arrogant tone.

"Ye Xinghe, I'm here today to challenge Ximen Feixue to a duel, not you. As a master, aren't you afraid of losing your status by interfering in the affairs of the younger generation?"

After saying this, she crossed her arms and raised her chin, as if she was certain that Ye Xinghe would not do anything to her.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xinghe sneered, "Lu Qianqiu, I'm doing this for your own good. If you really want to fight my disciple, you're probably going to end up in trouble."

He knew in his heart that Lu Qianqiu would not listen to his advice, but he still wanted to give her one last chance so that she would give up.

Otherwise, she would definitely die a miserable death.

Lu Qianqiu seemed to have heard a huge joke and burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that she fell backwards. It took her a while to stop laughing, with a sarcastic blush on her face.

"For my own good? Ye Xinghe, stop being so hypocritical. Aren't you just relying on your own high level of cultivation to bully the weak? If you have the guts, let Ximen Feixue fight me himself instead of hiding behind you like a coward."

The coldness in Ye Xinghe's eyes grew thicker. He looked at Ximen Feixue and nodded slightly.

"In that case, Feixue, you should agree to fight her in a one-on-one duel."

Ximen Feixue was slightly stunned when he heard this, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He hadn't expected his master to agree to this. Just as he was about to ask, Ye Xinghe continued, "Remember, if you meet a good woman, someone with good intentions, it's okay to show mercy when sparring with her. But if it's a bad woman like Lu Qianqiu, who will do anything to achieve her goals, then there's no need to be polite. You must beat her until even her mother doesn't recognize her, so that she knows what fear is."

Ximen Feixue's heart trembled. He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, looked at Lu Qianqiu and said, "Yes, Master, I understand."

At this moment, the hesitation in his heart had long since disappeared, replaced by full fighting spirit.

The humiliation of being bullied by Lu Qianqiu in the past came to his mind, and he secretly vowed to avenge himself today.

When Lu Qianqiu saw Ximen Feixue accept the challenge, a smug grin appeared on his face.

"Hmph, Ximen Feixue, don't think you can compete with me just because you've learned martial arts from Ye Xinghe for a few days. I've been concentrating on practicing the Sima family's supreme magic skills, and my strength is far superior to what it used to be. Today is the day you die."

As she spoke, spiritual energy surged around her, and a powerful aura emanated, pressing down the weeds beside her.

Ximen Feixue snorted coldly: "Lu Qianqiu, stop talking nonsense. You'll know whether it's a mule or a horse after taking it out for a walk."

After saying this, he also mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and the long sword in his hand hummed, as if responding to the master's fighting spirit.

Ye Xinghe looked around, as if he was at ease and contented as if he was not involved in anything.

He flashed and in a moment brought a small stool from the corner.

He then grabbed a handful of melon seeds from somewhere and sat down there leisurely. He waved his hand at Ximen Feixue, who was about to fight, and said slowly, "Feixue, today's little fight doesn't require the magic sword your master gave you. To deal with a small fry like Lu Qianqiu, just use the dog-beating skills your master taught you. Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken?"

He was cracking melon seeds and casually spitting out the shells.

When Lu Qianqiu heard this, his face turned pale and red.

How could she not hear that Ye Xinghe was indirectly humiliating her?

At that moment, the anger in her heart suddenly rose up, burning her to the point that she lost all her rationality.

She glared at Ximen Feixue fiercely, gritting her teeth and saying, "Ximen Feixue, listen carefully! Today, not only will I beat you until you kneel down and beg for mercy, but I will also let you know the consequences of daring to go against me in this world of immortal cultivation."

"I'm going to beat you like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, so that you won't be able to hold your head up for the rest of your life!"

After she finished speaking, the spiritual energy in her body surged, as if she wanted to stimulate all the strength in her body to strengthen her momentum.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Qianqiu formed seals with her hands, and a dazzling light burst out from her body. It was the exquisite skill she learned from the Sima family.

For a moment, the air around became extremely hot.

Lu Qianqiu wanted to use his martial arts to intimidate Ximen Feixue and make him afraid before the fight even begins.

Ye Xinghe raised his eyes and glanced at the martial arts Lu Qianqiu was performing, a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the smile was full of disdain.

He gently spat out the melon seed shells in his mouth and said slowly, "Huh, is that all you can do? And you dare to show off here? This Sima family's martial arts may seem impressive, but it's actually very low-level. No wonder you, Lu Qianqiu, are so arrogant and unreasonable. Your vision is so narrow. You treat a half-baked martial arts technique as a treasure, thinking you can dominate the world."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone. Every word he said was like a heavy hammer hitting Lu Qianqiu's heart, making her tremble with anger, but she had no way to refute it.

Ximen Feixue stood aside, quietly listening to Lu Qianqiu's harsh words and watching her perform her martial arts.

"Ximen Feixue, why aren't you attacking yet? Are you frightened by my aura and afraid to attack?"

In her opinion, it must be her full-strength display that frightened Ximen Feixue and made him lose his composure.

Ximen Feixue, however, had a calm expression, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as straight as a pine tree, watching Lu Qianqiu quietly and speaking slowly: "I will just watch you pretend for a while, otherwise you won't even have the chance to pretend later."

When Lu Qianqiu heard this, her face felt hot, as if she had been slapped in public.

The rage in his heart instantly erupted like a volcano, and he cursed, "Asshole!"

Then, she moved and performed the Lingwei Microstep.

This footwork is the Sima family's secret, known for its speed. Lu Qianqiu has practiced it for a long time, and now when she uses it, her figure is like light and shadow.

In an instant, a series of afterimages were left on the spot, moving quickly towards Ximen Feixue. The strong wind it brought whistled past, rustling the surrounding grass and trees.

Seeing this, Ximen Feixue's eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew very well the power of Lingwei Microstep, which was so fast that it was hard to defend against.

But he was not unprepared. The moment Lu Qianqiu's figure flashed, he quietly used his spiritual power to pay attention to Lu Qianqiu's movements, with the long sword in his hand drooping slightly.

Just as Lu Qianqiu was approaching Ximen Feixue in an instant with the Lingwei Microstep, and thought he was about to succeed, a cold light flashed in Ximen Feixue's eyes, and the spiritual power in his body, like a surging river, flowed madly along his arm and into the sword in his hand.