"Of course I understand this."
Xu Taiping nodded seriously.
"By the way, how do you control your left eye now?"
Fairy Lingyue asked Xu Taiping again.
"Generally, I can control it, but I haven't opened my eyes for three years. I'm afraid that I might lose control if I suddenly open my eyes."
Xu Taiping replied.
"When it comes time to use this eye, don't worry about losing control. Survival is the most important thing."
Fairy Lingyue smiled.
"Yes, I know."
Xu Taiping nodded.
"You have been preparing for this battle for three years. There is nothing more to say. Just try your best."
Fairy Lingyue smiled and stretched.
"Xu Taiping, Xu Taiping!"
At this moment, the little monkey who was playing in the front yard suddenly hurried to the atrium, shouting Xu Taiping's name.
"What's wrong?"
Xu Taiping picked up Ping An.
"There is an old man outside, what's his name... Layman Sansan, let me call you to see him."
Ping An said dancing happily.
"Sansanjishi?!"
When Xu Taiping heard this, his face lit up with joy. He immediately put down the monkey and walked quickly outside the courtyard.
After all, he hadn't seen layman Sansan for almost three or four years.
…
On the Hongqiao Bridge on Mugu Mountain.
"Disciple Xu Taiping pays homage to layman Sansan."
Although the figure on Hongqiao was blurry, Xu Taiping could still recognize it at a glance: it was layman Sansan.
"Have you practiced or used a sword in the past few years?"
Layman Sansan did not greet Xu Taiping, but directly asked about the sword.
"No."
Xu Taiping replied.
"very good."
Layman Sansan nodded with great satisfaction.
"It stands to reason that tomorrow's Wenjian Qingxuan competition will be the perfect time to use the sword, but after much thought, I still don't want you to draw the sword."
He continued as if talking to himself.
"Why?"
Xu Taiping could already hear the sound of swords in his chest and abdomen, which was a sign that he could draw his sword.
Layman Sansan thought for a long time, and finally turned to look at Xu Taiping and said:
"Because they don't deserve it."
…
Five days later.
Qingxuanzong, Wulaotan, Zangjianping.
The last round of the Qifeng Competition, Questioning Jian Qingxuan, is today.
As a competition held once every six years, and the only competition in this competition that allows disciples to fight, disciples from all peaks have long been looking forward to it.
What's more, this competition is very likely to be related to the survival of the Seventh Peak, and may even see the feat of asking the master for a sword for the first time in hundreds of years.
Therefore, the Yunlou stands around Wulao Pond were already crowded with people early on, and even some disciples could only stand and watch.
"Sister, are we really going to only let Taiping and Linglong play in this game?"
In a cloud building stand to the east, Wu Mo, the fifth senior sister of Qifeng, asked the senior sister Jiang Zhi with some worry.
"If it weren't for the fact that two people must participate in each peak, even Linglong Taiping wouldn't want her to participate, cough, cough, cough..."
Jiang Zhi started coughing as she spoke.
Although four or five days have passed, the damage caused to her soul and body by forcibly suspending the iron by 6,000 kilograms that day has still not healed.
"Senior sister, you should go back to Baicao Hall to rest."
Fifth Senior Sister Wu Mo gently patted Jiang Zhi on the back and persuaded with some worry.
"It's okay. Rather than staying in Baicao Hall and worrying, it's better to come here and sit."
Jiang Zhi shook her head.
"I'm afraid your health isn't much better, right?"
She then looked at Wu Mo with a smile.
Wu Mo smiled sheepishly.
"The disciples participating in this sword-asking competition are Xu Taiping and Zhao Linglong from the seventh peak; Xu Ziyan and Lin Buyu from the sixth peak; Mo Jun and Du Qianjiang from the fifth peak; and the fourth peak..."
At this moment, Elder Black Dragon's voice echoed through Wulao Pond again.
At the same time, Jiang Zhi and Wu Mo saw the leader Zhou Tong, several peak masters, and several sect elders appearing on a separate cloud building opposite.
For a moment, a heart-stopping coercion slowly spread throughout the entire venue.
The noise on the field was immediately suppressed.
"The master's cultivation level seems to be much higher."
After feeling the pressure emanating from the leader, Jiang Zhi immediately frowned.
Wu Mo, who also felt this, fell silent at this time.
At this time, Elder Black Dragon’s voice sounded again——
"Today's competition involves life and death, and the disciples of all peaks must treat it with caution."
"In the first competition, among the peaks, those who ranked lower in the previous competition can challenge the ones ranked higher in the previous competition."
While Elder Black Dragon was reading out the rules of the competition, disciples from each peak also came to the Hidden Sword Ping in the center of Wulao Pond one after another.
Among them were Xu Taiping and Zhao Linglong.
"I saw Junior Sister Linglong and Junior Brother Taiping!"
Wu Mo's bloodless face suddenly showed a smile.
Jiang Zhi also nodded with a smile.
"Senior Sister, I heard that in this first match, Taiping is going to name Jin Hezhi to challenge the First Peak. Is it too risky to choose such a strong opponent right from the start?"
Wu Mo then asked worriedly.
"I have also told Taiping about this matter, but Taiping has made up his mind and no one can persuade him. I can only let him go."
Jiang Zhi sighed.
"Mo Jun, a disciple of the fifth peak, challenges Zhao Linglong, a disciple of the seventh peak!"
Just as the two were discussing in low voices, Elder Black Dragon's voice suddenly startled them.
"Mo Jun from Wufeng wants to challenge Linglong?!"
Both of them looked shocked.
Although Wufeng ranked last because of the last competition, that was because Mo Jun was suspended for one year and did not participate in the competition because he was implicated by Lu Chen.
In terms of cultivation strength, Mo Jun can at least be ranked in the top ten in Qingxuan, and should be at least equal to Xu Ziyan.
