There was a coldness hidden in the spiritual power released by the other party. As soon as the two sides' spiritual power came into contact, the coldness flowed along Qin Xinyao's spiritual power, like a snake lurking in the darkness.
Qin Xinyao made a decisive decision, shaking out countless small sword lights with a flick of her swords. The sword lights composed of spiritual power exploded at the same time, and the shock wave generated swept away. The incoming coldness was deflected, and the target changed from Qin Xinyao's body to One of the two swords.
There was only a small "click" sound, and fine cracks spread from the tip of the sword, instantly covering the entire sword body like a spider web. Qin Xinyao threw the sword decisively, and the next moment the sword exploded violently, with small fragments splashing everywhere.
Qin Xinyao squinted her eyes and looked at the other person, only to see that the man was not only surprised, but also panicked.
Qin Xinyao was on guard, and with only one sword left, the attack was not as fierce as before. However, after the opponent unleashed that strange blow, he was in even worse condition. He seemed to be hollowed out, his face was pale, his steps were sluggish, and his spiritual power had become extremely unstable, with a tendency to fall to the Qi refining stage.
This way, the winner was quickly announced.
Qin Xinyao took the reward from the ancestor and caught a glimpse of the man hurriedly exiting the crowd with a pale face. A look of hesitation flashed across her face, and she hesitated to speak: "Ancestor, just now..."
"It doesn't matter what the means are on stage, as long as you win."
The ancestor of the Qin family interrupted her and said so.
Qin Xinyao glanced at the ancestor, then lowered her head and responded: "Junior understands."
The ancestor patted her on the shoulder and said in an encouraging tone: "The third competition is the highlight. I am looking forward to your performance."
"The juniors will do their best."
The ancestor nodded slightly and said casually: "I hope the monsters in the mountains will not disappear for no reason this time."
Qin Xinyao was startled. She raised her eyes to look at her ancestor's face, and met a pair of eyes that hinted at inquiry.
She pursed her lower lip and excused herself without saying anything.
Back in the room, Qin Xinyao said to Jing Yingrong: "Ancestor still doubts me."
"Um."
"That's right. Although I didn't leave any evidence, I've been too pushy recently and it's impossible not to arouse suspicion."
After saying that, Qin Xinyao suddenly smiled and said with a bit of embarrassment, "With Sister Jing as my support, I seem to have gotten a little carried away."
"Um."
Qin Xinyao: "Sister Jing, did you think my opponent was weird in the last round?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yes."
"His cultivation..."
"The effect of breaking Yuan Dan."
"His move..."
"Qin Jianming has the same technique."
Qin Xinyao touched her chin, "It seems that Qin Jianming was instigating him behind the scenes. It is estimated that Qin Jianming also gave the Po Yuan Pill. This kind of pill is very expensive and ordinary young people cannot afford it."
Jing Yingrong: "Your sword is broken."
Hearing this, Qin Xinyao suddenly grimaced and said dejectedly: "Yeah, it's too broken to be repaired. Although I also have other magic weapons, I can't match them for a while. Although the Qingyan Orb is good, it can't be repaired in a short time." It’s impossible for me to completely refine it. Alas, what will happen in the third competition?”
Jing Yingrong: "It can be refined."
"……Eh?"
…
In the training room, following Jing Yingrong's guidance, Qin Xinyao controlled her consciousness to form a mysterious seal, and then slowly guided the spiritual power into the seal.
Gradually, the shape of the seal appeared in mid-air, like complex lines drawn by an invisible pen, exuding hazy brilliance.
Qin Xinyao formed a seal with her hands and pushed forward gently, and the seal slowly sank into the Qingyan Orb.
The Qingyan Orb lit up, then spun suddenly, growing and shrinking, and finally became the size of an egg, and fell into Qin Xinyao's palm. Its color also changed from emerald green to pale green, and it was so rich that it seemed to drip juice.
Qin Xinyao held the Qingyan Orb and gently rubbed its surface with her fingertips. Her face was full of joy and she said: "It is indeed a middle-grade spiritual weapon. It is completely different from the magic weapons I have used before. Sister Jing, thank you!"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Qin Xinyao pulled out the remaining sword, and the Qingyan Orb flew around the hilt of the sword, casting a mist of light over the sword. The tip of her sword slashed down, and a huge light green sword light like a crescent moon came out of the sword. It cleverly cut through the defensive formation of the training room, then destroyed the entire wall, plowing out the ground outside. There was a deep ravine that didn't disperse until it was almost close to the courtyard wall.
Qin Xinyao was dumbfounded.
After a long while, she rubbed her eyes and said in disbelief: "Isn't this too, too exaggerated?"
Jing Yingrong: "Most of the middle-grade spiritual weapons have such power."
"If a middle-grade spiritual weapon can be like this, then how unimaginable are the high-grade spiritual weapons, as well as the earthly weapons, heavenly weapons, and even the legendary Taoist weapons that go up to that level?"
Qin Xinyao looked fascinated, "Speaking of which, do Taoist artifacts really exist?"
Jing Yingrong nodded: "It exists."
"Then if I can see it with my own eyes in my lifetime, even if it is a low-grade Taoist weapon, I will have no regrets in this life."
"Taoist tools are not divided into grades."
Jing Yingrong said while taking off the sword from behind.
"You've already seen it."
She said this, handed the sword under Qin Xinyao's eyes, stayed for a moment, and then put the sword back on her back.
The voice of Ji Sha Sword sounded in the consciousness: "Is something wrong?"
Jing Yingrong: "No. Let someone take a look at you."
Ji Sha Sword: "...Why do I suddenly want to fight with you?"
Jing Yingrong: "You don't want to."
Ji Sha Sword: "..."
Qin Xinyao had the word "shocked" printed on her forehead, with an idiotic expression on her face.
Jing Yingrong: "What's wrong?"
Qin Xinyao looked at the sword behind her, then at her, then at the sword, then at her.
After repeating this action more than ten times, Qin Xinyao took a deep breath and patted her cheeks vigorously.
Her eyes became clearer, and she faced her red and swollen cheeks and said solemnly to Jing Yingrong: "Sister Jing, please don't suddenly tell others about the Taoist artifact you carry with you in the future."
"Why?"
"It'll scare people to death."
…
The location of the third competition was not at the Qin family mansion, but in a nearby forest.
Hong Chunlin covers a vast area with complex terrain. There is no shortage of natural and earthly treasures in the forest, and there are countless monsters and beasts wandering around. It has always been one of the common places for Helianzhou monks to experience adventures and hunt for treasures.
"You must participate in the competition as a team. Each team must not be less than three people. I have ten tokens hidden outside Hong Chunlin. Whichever team finds the most tokens will win."
The ancestor announced this at that time.
Qin Xinyao frowned: "Why do you still want to cooperate with others..."
She muttered unhappily, glanced at the mirror next to her, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Sister Jing, please join my team!"
