The two old turtles were ruthless enough, and the three brothers were now lying on their slightest and vomiting blood.

Wen Yun had just wrung the handkerchief to help the eldest brother wipe it, and the third brother sighed and spit out bleeding.

Only the second senior brother was very in good spirits. He took out a mirror from somewhere and felt happy in pain: "If my confidants see me, I am afraid that everyone will feel sad."

Wen Yun thought about it and decided not to wipe blood for him, so let the second senior brother remain sad and beautiful.

After two days of sluggishness, the three of them finally got better.

"We must guard the tenth peak and not let the master be disturbed during the critical moment of retreat." Yue Xingzhou's face was a little pale, but his voice was still calm.

Xu Wanfeng: "It would be great if I had accepted my disciples at the beginning, and I would not have ended up in a situation where no one could use it."

Bai Yushan was also silent.

Wen Yun next to him spoke: "I can go."

"No, you can't." Yue Xingzhou immediately retorted.

Bai Yushan hugged the sword and also put two words in his mouth: "No."

Xu Wanfeng also looked over and said seriously: "Although Junior Sister Wen, you were once a genius, you are not as good as the past, so you should not take risks."

"Many of your opponents are of Jindan cultivation. You are really not their opponent now-"

Before Xu Wanfeng could finish his words, Wen Yun's hand suddenly moved, grabbed the dark wooden stick beside him with lightning speed, and finally pointed it at his throat accurately.

Her speed is terrifyingly fast, because she has no spiritual power fluctuations, so it is even more unpredictable.

Yue Xingzhou's eyes widened. Although he knew that the second junior brother had made Wen Yun succeed because he was unprepared, didn't she not practice it?

Why is her sword... no, her stick is so outrageously fast!

Even if the sword cultivator in the Golden Pill stage uses spiritual power to bless him, he may not be able to have such a terrifying speed!

Wen Yun raised his head slightly, revealing his elegant face, and his thick eyelashes fell on his eyelids.

"Second Brother." She spoke with a clear and cold voice.

"Can I go?"

Xu Wanfeng was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously.

"It's OK."

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Wen Yun insisted on participating in the inner gate competition, and the three senior brothers also stopped looking for an apprentice from other places and began to concentrate on preparing for her.

Xu Wanfeng took out a piece of letter paper with a fragrant powder from somewhere and began to recite the elegant small characters on it.

"This inner sect competition will first draw lots by all inner sect disciples under a hundred years old. The disciples who draw the same number will go on stage to fight the sword to determine the winner."

"The winner draws another lot, and after several rounds, there are still hundreds of people. These 100 inner disciples will have the opportunity to challenge the disciples of each peak and take down the tokens of the Sword Contest."

Yue Xingzhou took the conversation and said seriously: "As far as I know, only a few ordinary inner disciples formed a golden elixir. With the strength of Junior Sister Wen, as long as you don't meet them, you will definitely be fine."

After introducing the rules, they finally got to the point.

Wen Yun was drinking tea when he saw one glowing treasure after another taken out of the mustard sacks of the three of them.

"The attacking magic weapons require spiritual energy to be activated, so what I have been looking for for you is defensive magic weapons."

Yue Xingzhou took out a jade pendant and handed it to Wen Yun: "This piece of spiritual jade is lent to the junior sister. It is a gift from the master and can withstand all illusion attacks below the God Transformation Period."

Bai Yushan took a long robe and said coldly: "This clothes are made of dragon skin, and it is hard to invade the sword without entering the water and fire."

Xu Wanfeng also took out a turtle shell the size of a palm as big as a treasure: "The black womb shell can withstand the full attack of the monks in the God Transformation Stage!"

He was very excited: "It was only when you saw Junior Sister Wen's sword skills. At that time, you just need to wear many magic weapons and wait for the other party to come to chop you. After the other party's spiritual power is exhausted, you can defeat the other party with sword skills!"

He patted the turtle shell and said proudly: "I named this strategy as the turtle!"

Wen Yun: I think you look like a turtle.

What do they behave now?

It was like a group of primary school students fighting, and then suddenly a primary school student with mecha weapons came, and directly sent a dimensional reduction attack.

After getting the defensive magic weapon, the three of them were not finished yet, and they wanted to find her a peerless sword.

The two fire sticks in her hand were so cold!

However, given that the spiritual sword needs to be destined to fit, and Wen Yun refused to follow this time, they had to give up.

OK, Junior Sister Wen loves fire sticks, so use fire sticks.

At worst, they could make a more majestic sword sheath for her fire stick.

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So, three days later, Wen Yun arrived at the scene of the sect competition with a scabbard made of cold iron marrow.

The disciples passing by were slowing down and they began to communicate with fear.

"That thing is Han Tiemei? Which one's prodigal thing is this!"

"Yes, my master's sword is mixed with a piece of cold iron marrow as big as a nail. It is said that he earned the savings he had accumulated for three hundred years."

"With the cold iron marrow making scabbard, what kind of material should be used to make the sword in it!"

"It's a pity that such a sword is actually on a disciple with no cultivation. It's really a waste. How good it would be to give it to me..."

In the eyes of condemning the rich second generation in the cultivation world, Wen Yun calmly walked to the lottery and drew her number.

"Ninety-Nine"

Coincidentally, a male disciple drew the same number before.

He bowed his sword and said proudly: "I'm afraid I'll offend this time, I hope this junior sister will forgive me."

The discussions of people around him also confirmed his strength.

"It's the third peak of Senior Brother Cheng. I heard that he has reached the peak of foundation building. This junior sister is afraid that she will fail in the first battle."

Wen Yun nodded slightly and signaled that he had heard it, then sat silently on the side and closed his eyes to rest.

The stage was very lively, but because most of these disciples were in the Qi Refining and Foundation Building stages, most of them were competing for control of spiritual energy and sword moves.

To put it bluntly, they are too fucked and can’t use skills, they only know how to cut basic operations.

However, it is still different to have spiritual power infusion, and it is far superior to ordinary swordsmanship in terms of strength and speed.

Wen Yun was a little sleepy after seeing it for a while, but it was her turn now, so she had to go to the stage with her swordsel.

Her opponent is that Senior Brother Cheng.

Both sides first reported their homes according to the rules of fighting swords.

The other party was strong and powerful: "The third peak, Cheng Lingfeng!"

She also replied: "The tenth peak, Wen Yun."

She was sure that there was a trace of confusion flashing across the other person's face. Sure enough, she was an unknown person and had never even heard of the Tenth Peak.

Ling Feng quickly adjusted his mind and shouted: "Draw the sword, Junior Sister Wen!"

Wen Yun was about to pull out his wand and was about to use a knock-off technique to knock the other party off the stage, a sound suddenly came from the crowd-

"Tortoise strategy!"

After shouting, Xu Wanfeng shook his fan and walked back to the crowd, pretending to be innocent at the beautiful junior sister beside him: "Ah? Which senior brother is so noisy here? It's a shame to be disgrace."

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Wen Yun on the stage paused and stopped helplessly.

She originally wanted to finish the fight quickly and go back to continue cutting the firewood, but since the second senior brother came here specifically, she couldn't let him down the previous preparations.

So when Cheng Lingfeng's sword stabbed with power, Wen Yun's movements were lazy but freehand...

Sitting on the ground.

Cheng Lingfeng was shocked and wanted to take back his sword move, but it was too late. The sword with a cold light attacked Wen Yun's face.

Then, it's hard to get one inch more.

The attacked girl did not move any resistance, but only lowered her eyes and pursed her lips slightly, unlike being competing for a sword, but as if she was distracted and thinking about something.

Yes, she was wondering how big the size of the Fire Fir wand was.

Cheng Lingfeng stared at the sword in his hand like a ghost, and then stabbed Wen Yun's arm again without believing.

Still not possible.

Haha, I didn’t expect that this strange junior sister would force him to give out his strongest trump card!

Cheng Lingfeng smiled at the sky, held his mind, used all his strength to use the strongest move to chop it, and angrily shouted out the sword move--

"Cangyun subdues the dragon and slashes!"

The next moment.

The sword was bounced away and fell to the ground with a "bang".
To be continued...