After traveling to the world of cultivation, I rely on the game system to survive

Pei Nianyi used three sections of seven-star light to cut through Xiao Huaifeng's sword intent. The sword lights intertwined, and the sword energy was not exhausted, still locking onto Xiao Huaifeng.

Xiao Huaifeng raised his sword to block, but Pei Nianyi's Western sword was already in front of his chest, so he had to dodge it. However, he didn't expect that although he avoided Pei Nianyi's Western sword, he couldn't avoid the seven-pointed star sword energy, which hit his chest directly.

The next moment, Xiao Huaifeng knelt on the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth, and his sword fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces.

There was silence.

The strength of Senior Brother Xiao from Tianji Peak is recognized by all the disciples of the sect.

And now, Xiao Huaifeng was also defeated by Pei Nianyi's sword!

The worst thing was that Xiao Huaifeng's sword was also broken. Although it was not his natal sword, for a sword cultivator, the breaking of his sword was almost equivalent to being slapped hard in public.

What's more, Junior Sister Pei's cultivation level is lower than his, but she was able to break his sword, which was really an insult to him.

Who exactly is this Junior Sister Pei? Isn't she just a good-for-nothing with five spiritual roots? With her early Golden Core cultivation, she defeated someone who has reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core! Is she still human?

And the rapier, and the sword moves she just used, were they all her own creations?

The sword-cultivating disciples truly felt the disparity in the world.

The disciples from all the peaks were amazed by Pei Nianyi's performance. Everyone had different thoughts, so naturally no one spoke.

"If Charlotte wants to play well, she has to rely on her mouth!" After a moment of silence, Pei Nianyi on the stage put away his rapier and said with a smile, "National Server Charlotte is no longer low-key!"

The deacon elder came back to his senses this time and announced: "Tianshu Peak, Pei Nianyi wins! The champion of this sect competition is Pei Nianyi!"

On the stone tablet in front of the Taiqing Palace square, the golden words finally stopped floating, and the rankings of the sect competition were settled.

Everyone watched as Pei Nianyi's name climbed to the top of the stone tablet and finally stopped at the top of the list.

A soft white light lit up on the stone tablet, and the six large characters "Tianshu Peak, Pei Nianyi" shone with golden light.

"Impossible! How could you, at the early stage of the Golden Core, possibly defeat me?" Xiao Huaifeng wiped the blood from his mouth, stood up straight, and suddenly asked, "What is your cultivation level?"

Pei Nianyi's eyebrows were curved, and there were two shallow dimples on her lips, which made people feel good. She replied, "Middle stage of Jindan."

The girl paused, then said bluntly, "Senior Brother Xiao, I win! According to the agreement, you should apologize to me!" She didn't give Xiao Huaifeng any time to speak, and continued, "You, the disciples of Tianji Peak, provoked me first. I broke your sword, so consider it your apology."

Xiao Huaifeng's expression became gloomy, and his eyes revealed a hint of coldness and depth.

Pei Nianyi deliberately targeted him, broke his sword and hit him in the face.

The surroundings were quiet, without a sound. Everyone was waiting for Xiao Huaifeng's response. He was holding the broken sword with only the hilt left. He knew that everyone's eyes were on him.

He lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in them, and with a casual bow, he straightened his back and said, "Junior Sister Pei, I'm sorry. It was my fault before. I hope you will forgive me." He pursed his lips and added, "I promise that no disciple from Tianji Peak will bother you again without reason!"

After saying that, without waiting for Pei Nian to reply, he called out to the disciples of Tianji Peak around the arena: "Disciples of Tianji Peak, let's go!" He jumped off the arena and left, with a sinister murderous look in his eyes.

Pei Nianyi, very good! I'll remember you!

At this time, the deacon elder came over and announced: "Three days later, the first fifteen disciples will enter the Sword Tomb."

Before, when Pei Nianyi drew her sword, some people had seen it and some had not, but no matter whether they had seen it or not, everyone seemed to be seeing her sword moves for the first time. She always brought new sword moves and styles, giving them more topics to chat and discuss.

In the arena competitions these days, what attracted everyone's attention were things like how terrifying Su Huaining and his alchemy formation were, and Xia Chen who had offended Jiang Nianrou. However, in these discussions, the person at the center was still Pei Nianyi.

One is the sledgehammer she demonstrated in the first elimination match, the second is the new sword move called "Guang Xin", and the third is the Western sword and new moves she just demonstrated. These are sword techniques that no one has ever seen or heard of.

One disciple said that he had counted the sword moves that Junior Sister Pei had used so far, and they were all sword moves that no one knew or could name.

In this sect competition, Pei Nianyi, a younger disciple of the Sword Sect, became completely famous for his amazing sword moves.

After the competition was over, Pei Nianyi stood on the stage and looked up at Xie Changan who was sitting in the elders' seat, wanting to tell him in person that he was already the champion.

However, there was a not-so-close distance between the arena and the elders' seats, and if she wanted to get there, she would have to pass through the onlookers, including the disciples and elders. It would be impossible for her to keep a low profile, as she was now the focus of everyone's attention.

She stood on the ring, looking in the direction of Xie Changan in a daze, but saw that Xie Changan and Taiwu Zhenjun were discussing something and never looked at her. She couldn't help feeling a little lost and aggrieved.

As soon as Pei Nian jumped off the stage, Xia Chen, Su Huaining, Yin Tian and other friends immediately surrounded her and congratulated her on winning the championship with beaming eyes.

Disciples from various peaks, both familiar and unfamiliar, gathered around her to congratulate her.

For a moment, there was a lot of noise and Pei Nianyi tried to cheer himself up to deal with the enthusiastic crowd.

She picked at the storage ring on her finger a little boredly, chatting with Xia Chen and Su Huaining in a few words, saying very little and with a perfunctory smile.

"Congratulations on winning the championship!" The boy's cold voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Pei Nianyi turned around suddenly and found Xie Changan standing behind her without her knowing. What she saw was a young man with a sword case on his back, leaning against a tree, with fallen leaves brushing against his eyebrows and hair.

When their eyes met, there was a genuine smile in Xie Changan's peach blossom eyes.

"Thank you, Chang'an! I'm the champion! I even used the sword you made for me!" Pei Nianyi said to the young man joyfully, "Look, I won. I fulfilled our agreement."

"Yes, you won this time. Don't forget that there is still the Qingyun Conference." Xie Changan is worthy of being Xie Changan. With just a few words, he reminded the girl not to be proud and to keep working hard.

Pei Nianyi wrinkled his nose. "I know! Let me have some fun today. Can't I show off a little?" After a pause, the girl leaned forward again and gave Xie Changan a flattering smile, revealing two small canine teeth. "Xie Changan, look, I won as agreed. Shouldn't I get a little reward?"

Xie Changan glanced at her lightly: "Call me Uncle Master! Don't be disrespectful."

"Oh... Thank you, Uncle Master! My reward?" Pei Nian choked for a moment, then changed the address and asked again.

Xie Changan nodded and asked, "What do you want?"

"How about a knife?" Pei Nianyi hesitated to speak, looking at Xie Changan with his almond-shaped eyes full of anticipation.