Senior brothers, please stop abusing me. I'm going to change my ways to be merciless.

the other side.

Jianmen Sect's martial arts training ground.

Sword practitioners are all very hardworking, so the Jianmen Sect's training grounds are bustling every day. At a glance, you can see disciples practicing sword skills and sparring with each other. Each of them has a solemn expression, firm eyes, and a burning gaze.

He will not be distracted by the arrival of outsiders and will be completely immersed in cultivation.

There were three elders sitting cross-legged not far away. They were also busy practicing breathing exercises, with spiritual energy surging around them.

As soon as Fan Li stepped into the Jianmen Sect's training ground, he felt the tense and heated atmosphere in the air.

Everyone here is sweating profusely, silently expressing their desire to become stronger.

Although both are martial arts training grounds, the atmosphere in the Tianji Sect’s martial arts training ground is much more relaxed and comfortable.

Disciples of Jianmen Sect rarely talk to each other during breaks, but in Tianji Sect, disciples can talk and laugh while sparring, and even link arms when leaving.

It is a pipe dream to expect to meet the elders who are usually high and mighty in the martial arts field.

Fan Li had lived in the Tianji Sect since he was a child, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He naturally assumed that the training grounds of other sects were the same.

But now that she had arrived at Jianmen Sect, she suddenly realized that this was what a martial arts training ground should look like.

In addition, Fan Li also noticed a detail.

It's the floor tiles under your feet.

There are many cracks, and the closer you get to the center, the more marks of swords and knives you see, and there are also many bumpy pieces of broken stones.

There were traces of battle everywhere.

In contrast, the Tianji Sect's martial arts training ground has been built so far, and there is very little cracking or dust, and it can even be said to be as smooth as new.

Of course, the material used by Tianji Sect is not better.

It’s just that the disciples rarely use it and are always distracted when practicing. They just exchange ideas and do it for show.

Unlike the Jianmen Sect, they fully demonstrate the blindness of swords and knives, and getting injured is a common occurrence.

Lu Xingran, Qin Xiaoran and others were already accustomed to such scenes. They just walked straight ahead without looking around.

Comparing the two, Fan Li couldn't help but have a doubt in his mind.

Everyone in Jianmen Sect works very hard, so why are they being trampled under the feet of Tianji Sect and become the eternal runner-up?

This is obviously not reasonable.

What went wrong?

If the leader of Jianmen Sect knew what Fan Li was thinking, he would definitely hold her hand and complain to her.

Knowing that everyone in Jianmen Sect fought very hard, yet could only watch the sect decline helplessly, Qinglan Zhenren felt extremely unwilling and guilty towards the sect, and almost developed a demon in his heart.

"Let's do it here. Let me make it clear first, no cheating. Senior Sister, you can't cover up for her either," Qin Xiaoran said.

Fan Li came to her senses and realized that they had unknowingly walked to the center of the martial arts field.

Lu Xingran said, "Look at what you're saying. When have I ever protected anyone?"

Qin Xiaoran chuckled, "Senior Sister is the most fair."

As she spoke, she looked at Fan Li provocatively.

"Don't worry, I won't regret it." Fan Li folded his arms and said, "But I want to add a condition. It's not possible that if I lose, I have to accept the punishment, and if you lose, nothing will happen to you."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot."

Qin Xiaoran didn't mean it, she really forgot.

Because she subconsciously believed that she could not lose to an early Jindan stage cultivator, she naturally did not think about the consequences of losing.

Qin Xiaoran was not the type to shy away, so she said straightforwardly, "Okay, whatever conditions you have, just mention them. As long as they're not too excessive, that's fine."

"If you lose, I will take all the spirit stones on you." Fan Li said.

Qin Xiaoran frowned and said uncertainly:

"that's all?"

"Yes."

She thought Fan Li would ask her to withdraw voluntarily, but she was just staring at the spirit stone.

What a silly girl.

"No problem, I'll tell you after you win."

After saying that, Qin Xiaoran jumped onto the stage, then stretched out a hand and hooked her finger at Fan Li.

Fan Li curled the corners of his lips slightly, stepped on the tiptoes, and landed opposite Qin Xiaoran.

The duel between Qin Xiaoran and Fan Li officially begins.

The two stood facing each other, the howling wind making their clothes rustle.

When the disciples who were practicing sword around saw that someone was actually going to challenge Qin Xiaoran, they immediately became interested and gathered over, only to find that the senior sister was there too.

Qin Xiaoran is the daughter of the peak master. She looks sweet and cute, but she is proficient in wielding swords and guns. Especially in battle, she is extremely fierce and is a famous little devil in Jianmen Sect.

The little devil only turns into a little white rabbit when facing the eldest sister. He is very rude to everyone else, regardless of gender, age or status.

Few of the direct disciples dared to face Qin Xiaoran. Because of this, she had not been on the ring for a long time and could be said to be a rare visitor to the martial arts arena.

The arrival of rare guests naturally attracted a lot of curious eyes.

But who is the unlucky guy who was harmed this time?

Everyone's attention shifted from Qin Xiaoran to the blue-clothed female cultivator opposite.

Hey, he looks unfamiliar. Is this the elder’s new disciple?

"She is from the Tianji Sect." Yang Zetian kindly explained, "Fan Li from the Tianji Sect."

Fan Li? Such a familiar name.

Someone reacted immediately.

"Is this the rumored Fan Li who possesses the innate ice spirit root?!"

Yang Zetian nodded.

When everyone saw this, they were confused at first.

The people from Tianji Sect have nothing better to do, so they come to Jianmen Sect to look for trouble?

The next moment, the friendly expressions of the disciples changed instantly, their fighting spirit was ignited, their eyes were fierce, and they were united in facing the enemy.

Someone raised their fist and shouted, "Senior Sister Qin, beat her up! Beat her until she cries!"

"Senior Sister Qin, don't be soft-hearted. Let her know how powerful our Jianmen Sect is!"

“Senior Sister Qin, Senior Sister Qin, Senior Sister Qin—!”

The disciples shouted in unison, each wave of sound becoming louder and louder, deafening the heavens.

If anyone were to face this kind of situation alone on someone else's territory, they would probably be a little scared.

But Fan Li's expression did not change at all, she remained calm and composed, and the high morale of the Jianmen Sect could not scare her away.

Somehow, the competition between the two turned into a battle of honor between the two sects.

The elder not far away did not open his eyes and seemed to have no interest in the battle, but in fact his consciousness was paying close attention.

They are very confident in Qin Xiaoran's strength. With her strength, she can at least rank in the top three in Jianmen Sect.

Qin Xiaoran raised one hand confidently, and the disciples shut their mouths and looked at her with sharp eyes.

As agreed before, Qin Xiaoran would let Fan Li make three moves.

So, she put one foot back, took a defensive posture, like a pine tree firmly rooted in the ground, and then raised her eyebrows at Fan Li.

Fan Li held the Ice Soul Sword in his hand and slowly turned it. The blade flashed a sharp cold light in the sunlight.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and parted her red lips.

"Then... please teach me." As soon as the words fell, Fan Li's figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

The next moment, he appeared above Qin Xiaoran's head!

The speed was so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

Qin Xiaoran looked up and his expression changed slightly.

So fast!

Fan Li raised the Ice Soul Blade high and chopped it down fiercely.

The air was torn apart, making a sharp sound.

Qin Xiaoran responded immediately.

She crossed her arms in front of her, her fists clenched.

Clang——

The sound of metal and stone suddenly rang out, and the disciples' ears immediately buzzed.

Fan Li's blade hit Qin Xiaoran's wrist guard.

Qin Xiaoran was pushed back two steps, and a drop of cold sweat quietly rolled down his forehead.

She gritted her teeth, and then a layer of faint silver light appeared.

Fan Li's figure retreated violently and returned to the starting point. The hair on her cheeks slowly fell, and her posture remained calm and steady.

On the other hand, Qin Xiaoran's breathing was obviously a little disordered, and it was obvious that she was having some difficulty in coping after the first round.

This makes people wonder if Fan Li didn't use his full strength at all.

Qin Xiaoran's hands were trembling slightly. She exhaled lightly, her breath sinking into her dantian, and shouted in a low voice: "Two more moves!"

Fan Li held the Ice Soul Blade in front of him and formed a seal with one hand.

The spiritual energy around his body surged violently.

The people in the audience could feel that the nearby spiritual energy was being sucked away and gathered in the Ice Soul Blade in Fan Li's hand.

The Ice Soul Sword emitted a slight humming sound, as if expressing its joy.

Time passes by little by little, it’s not over yet!

Everyone's faces changed. This was going to suck away all the spiritual energy in the martial arts arena!

An ice-blue lotus rune gradually appeared under Fan Li's feet.

The lotus flowers are in full bloom and flowing slowly.

The three elders in the distance finally couldn't sit still anymore and stood up suddenly.

"What kind of move is this?!"

"What a terrible smell!"

The light from Fan Li's feet was so bright that it made the disciples' faces look blue and green. A terrifying chill spread from Fan Li's feet, making the disciples in the front row shiver with cold, and their eyebrows were covered with frost.

Qin Xiaoran was nervous. No way, was he going to use a big move?

We agreed to stop here.

Qin Xiaoran felt a little regretful about what she had said before.

She sensed something was wrong the moment she took Fan Li's first move. The power was nothing like that of an early stage Golden Core!

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Fan Li, Qin Xiaoran couldn't help but swallow.

This is a battle of honor, we must not retreat! We must not be defeated!

Losing spirit stones is a small matter, but losing face is a big matter!

Qin Xiaoran told herself this, and stood still, mobilizing all her spiritual power to deal with the next attack.

Finally, Fan Li stopped absorbing spiritual power.

The lotus rune stopped rotating.

All sounds are silent.

She glanced at Qin Xiaoran, as if to say, are you ready to take it?

Qin Xiaoran keenly smelled the breath of the peak of the Golden Core, her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened.

What the hell!

You, Lao Liu, you have no moral principles and you even hide your skills!