Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

Fuyao Sect, Jianyu Peak.

The path was shrouded in clouds and mist, but at the end was a clear and bright place.

I saw a transparent staircase extending upwards, and the clouds and mist dispersed to both sides, revealing a transparent passage. Connected to the passage was a huge arena, floating in the air. Pure white clouds and mist scattered around it, like guards surrounding the huge arena. The sky was blue, and the sun was not seen here all year round, but the sunlight was always there.

Two young men, each occupying one side, stood in opposition. One was dressed in a fluttering red robe, with a jade crown and black hair, his eyes slanted upwards, a clear and handsome face rare in the world, and the ink-black longsword in his hand moved slightly.

A man was wearing a faint green robe, with his black hair half tied up, his expression was clear, his facial features were delicate and natural, and he also held an ink-black long sword in his hand.

Yu Xiangwan: "Seventh Senior Brother, please give me some advice!"

Ye Zhen'an: "Junior brother, take it!"

The two men were eager to fight.

Ye Zhen'an took the lead and swung his black sword sharply, pointing it directly at Yu Xiangwan's face.

Yu Xiangwan blocked with his sword, and the two sharp swords collided, making a buzzing sound.

The two men quickly spread out dozens of meters apart, and then simultaneously swung their swords at the top of their heads. Suddenly, the only sound on the arena was the sound of long swords colliding.

Ye Zhen'an attacked with a sharp sword, while Yu Xiang'an defended with a gentle sword. The two fought back and forth, and were evenly matched.

Although Ye Zhen'an looked calm, Yu Xiang'an knew that his spiritual power was almost exhausted. After all, spiritual power was needed to activate the spiritual sword, and Ye Zhen'an's spiritual energy storage was not as much as his. Even though the spiritual power in the arena was still strong, he could do two things at the same time, fighting with him and absorbing spiritual power at the same time, but could he be as fast as the wood spirit body?

Neither of them had cultivated sword energy, so they could only mobilize their spiritual power to fight with swords.

The two men moved with great speed, neither of them willing to retreat. Just as the two swords were about to collide, Yu Xiangwan raised his long sword, changed direction and threw it upwards.

The long sword slipped from his hand. Yu Xiangwan seized the opportunity and bent down to avoid Ye Zhen'an's attack, then quickly turned around and caught the sword that had just been thrown.

Ye Zhen'an was slightly shocked when he noticed Yu Xiangwan's intention. His body was faster than his brain and he quickly hit back with his elbow.

Yu Xiangwan used his left hand to deflect Ye Zhen'an's unexpected attack, and took the opportunity to grab Ye Zhen'an's arm. With his right hand, he caught the spiritual sword that had just been thrown up, and used the sword to hold Ye Zhen'an's fateful throat, imprisoning him.

"Brother, don't move."

The young man's cool and gentle voice sounded in Ye Zhen'an's neck.

The warm breath made Ye Zhen'an feel that his neck was almost dyed red.

Feeling Yu Xiangwan's cold sword blade against his Adam's apple, he stepped back slightly.

"I lost."

Yu Xiangwan smiled when he heard this, put away his sword, and at the same time released his left hand that was restraining Ye Zhenan.

In the fighting arena, the match is over only when one side admits defeat. Otherwise, the opponent is completely knocked down and cannot get up.

Otherwise, if there is still a glimmer of hope, the other party may unexpectedly counterattack.

Why do you understand so much?

Don’t ask, if you ask, it means you have suffered losses.

"Junior brother, you've made rapid progress."

"Seventh Senior Brother, thank you for the compliment."

Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an left the arena. The transparent passage of the arena was connected for them by their master. After all, neither of them could fly with a sword at the moment.

After they can fly with swords, this transparent passage will be closed, and then they can just fly up to compete.

The fighting arena has a formation independent of the peak protection formation. Even if the attacks between disciples are fierce, no grass or tree on the peak will be harmed. Every peak has such a fighting arena for disciples to compete and exchange ideas.

As for the clouds and mist on the arena, although they are half a person's height and surround the arena to protect it, if the disciples do not want them, they can mobilize their spiritual power to disperse them.

But generally no one would do this. After all, the clouds and mist beside the arena are not like ordinary clouds and mist. If someone is knocked off the arena, the clouds and mist will gradually condense and lift the person up.

Of course, being knocked off the arena also means losing the game.

Private fighting is not allowed in the Fuyao Sect. Any personal grudges must be resolved on the fighting arena.

It can be divided into ordinary exchanges, such as him and Ye Zhen'an, who only fight to the point.

In a competition, you can seriously injure your opponent, but you cannot take his life.

A life-or-death contest, one side dies, the other lives. A duel of life and death.

Before they cultivated sword energy, the most important thing in the competition between Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an was their mastery of the spiritual sword technique and the amount of spiritual power stored.

Ye Zhen'an is a talented and hardworking swordsman. His current mastery of the technique has reached perfection.

Yu Xiangwan was no less capable than him, but he absorbed spiritual energy much faster than Ye Zhen'an, giving him a natural advantage. If he hadn't known how much spiritual energy he had stored, he wouldn't have dared to take such a risk.

After all, if he couldn't control it well or the opponent reacted too quickly, he could easily be countered. Not to mention that he had even left his sword just now.

The basic swordsmanship practiced by Ye Zhen'an is the same as that of Yu Xiangwan.

After all, they have the same master and the same basic swordsmanship.

After that, when you continue to practice and reach the foundation-building stage, you can go to the library to choose a suitable technique for yourself.

Of course, you have to choose the technique and the technique has to choose you. Techniques have a natural sensitivity to spiritual roots.

Yu Xiangwan looked at the mountain with a certain sense of helplessness. It was so overgrown with weeds that any ordinary person could have a difficult time surviving there.

During this period, he went to his sister's Formation Peak. Although he was not allowed to enter without the jade token of the peak, he would naturally make his own decision based on the situation if he was led by an acquaintance.

Formation Peak has inner and outer sects as well as menial disciples. Besides the direct disciples at the top of the mountain, the others are located halfway up the mountain and below.

The Formation Peak is well-maintained and looks quite interesting.

Yu Jiaoyue has also entered the realm of formations and is currently at the same stage of great perfection in the Qi Refining Stage as him.

Both of them decided to wait until their state of mind was elevated to the same level as their realm before building their foundation.

"There are too few people in Yujian Peak." Yu Xiangwan sighed.

"It's quite a few." Ye Zhen'an responded. After all, there were only two of them and a master.

But he felt that it was good for only him and Yu Xiangwan, but he didn't say it.

Yu Xiangwan looked at the wildly growing grass and trees and felt powerless again.

Thinking about the apprenticeship gift given by the master, everything seemed reasonable. After all, asking a disciple to take care of something required paying points or spirit stones.

Only the direct disciples were allowed to teach at the main peak of Yujian Peak. As for the inner disciples and others, they were all at the secondary peaks.

Yu Xiangwan had recently brought two cranes here, and he had been lamenting the inconvenience of transportation.

It turned out that only Yujian Peak had inconvenient transportation, as the other peaks were already home to flocks of cranes. It was very convenient to go out.

But the crane he kidnapped was always in a bad mood.

I guess he was also shocked by the wildlife of Yujian Peak.

Cranes are all spiritual.

After Yu Xiangwan successfully kidnapped someone, he left after saying this.

"Little Crane, if you want to live well, you have to endure some hardship. From now on, this land will be yours. Take care of it yourself and you will eventually be able to live there."

Now when Yu Xiangwan looked again, the land he had originally reserved for the two cranes had become a completely different scene.

Yu Xiangwan nodded with satisfaction.