After all, the Inner Sect Competition is a grand event shared by the twenty-four sword peaks. Although it is said to be a competition and discussion, the atmosphere of competition has always existed.
The strength of the first peak in Group A is so powerful that it is obvious to all. Not only the sixth peak, but also the fifth and third peaks were chosen in this way.
Being in the same group as T0-level Jianfeng, the competition system determines that they can advance to the quarterfinals in this way - this is helpless, but it is indeed a last resort. Even the T1-level Jianfeng Third Peak, which is also not weak, is not willing to fight the First Peak until they run out of ammunition in the group stage.
In other words, the third peak is hiding. As long as the first peak does not attack them in the group stage, it means that the other sword peaks will have less research and defense against them. The key to winning by surprise lies in a strange word. If everyone knows all the trump cards, how can you win?
So generally speaking, the disciples of the First Peak feel a little unenjoyable when they participate in the group stage.
Gu Changsheng actually didn't want Pei Ningning to come on stage, but he had no choice. The effect would be the same if someone else came on stage. Letting Pei Ningning build a small foundation could be called exercise. If it were the eldest brother who took the initiative to admit defeat, I'm afraid the audience present would boo.
Everyone knows that letting the weakest disciple deal with the powerful enemies of the first peak is a fig leaf, but once you can't even cover it up, the ridicule will drown out the entire sixth peak.
Pei Ningning, wearing the uniform of a disciple of the White Sword Sect, walked onto the ring, stood nervously holding her sword, and took a deep breath. The visitor from the first peak on the opposite side showed a slight contemptuous smile when he saw this.
Another foundation building, other sword peaks in the inner sect are really wasting sect resources.
The person facing Pei Ningning was a fair-faced young man. If Gu Changsheng had just noticed the lottery draw at the First Peak, he would have been surprised to find that this fair-faced young man was the representative of the draw. It was also he who took the initiative to greet the Holy Lady but received no response.
"The first peak, Wang Yuanzu!"
"The sixth peak, Pei Ningning."
"The competition begins!"
As the elder who acted as the referee fell down, Pei Ningning slowly drew out the Liying Sword and stared at the white-faced young man named Wang Yuanzu as if he was facing an enemy.
There is a high probability that she will not be able to beat the guy in front of her, but as long as she loses better, it will be enough. Pei Ningning thought like this, and the sword blade in her hand was filled with spiritual power and emitted a faint blue light.
I will not move until the enemy is immovable.
Wang Yuanzu's face was a little too pale, and his temperament looked a little cold. He stared at Pei Ningning with his inverted triangular eyes for a second, and then slowly turned the corner of his eyes to Gu Changsheng, who was watching the game near the elders' table.
Is this the guy who just talked to Senior Sister Qi? He seems to be worried about this little girl on the stage?
A hint of coldness suddenly flashed across Wang Yuanzu's eyes - what kind of person is Qi Hansu, who would actually have contact with this trash in the trash sword peak.
He, Wang Yuanzu, is the son of the First Peak Master. In terms of status, he is the one who is the best match for the Saint of the Sword Sect! But Senior Sister Qi refused to even look at me, and instead talked to Gu Changsheng!
How can this guy named Gu compare to me? Things like ants are trying to get their hands on the phoenix in the sky!
This kind of ungrateful guy must be taught a lesson. Wang Yuanzu's mouth curled up at the thought, but he didn't even draw his sword, and pointed the scabbard at Pei Ningning with a casual expression.
"Wang Yuanzu of the First Peak didn't even draw his sword. This is simply an insult in a battle between sword cultivators!"
"Generally, only seniors with a particularly high status may fight with unsheathed swords like this when they are giving guidance to their juniors... What is Wang Yuanzu doing?"
Before he finished speaking, an extremely sharp sword energy was swung out from Wang Yuanzu's scabbard. Pei Ningning's tense nerves immediately reacted and she swung her sword downwards to try to block the Tianxuan sword energy.
There was a crisp sound, and Pei Ningning's Li You Sword kept vibrating with waves. The huge repulsive force made her subconsciously take a small step back, causing a surge in her dantian.
The people on the first peak are really strong. Pei Ningning felt a little sad, but it was so difficult for her to resist such an ordinary sword attack. If the opponent actually pulled out his sword and unleashed a fierce and unparalleled sword intent, what else could she do to avoid it?
The girl gritted her teeth, held the sword and jumped towards the enemy with a tap of her toes, her ghostly figure glowing with a faint blue light - the sword's intention arose from her heart, and her cold murderous intent was unabashedly unleashed on the target.
However, there was no fear in Wang Yuanzu's eyes. He smiled contemptuously, held the hilt of the sword in his left hand and pressed it forward, and used his right hand to pinch the spell. The myriad strands of Tianxuan sword energy were like a big net, blocking all Pei Ningning's retreat options. Seal it! The girl knew she was outmatched, so she flew out like a swallow, but she never expected that another murderous sword energy would come her way.
Pei Ningning's pretty little face showed a solemn look. She couldn't dodge this sword energy, so she simply mobilized all her spiritual energy and concentrated it in her hands, trying to break it with her sword.
Smoke and dust were everywhere, and the golden light of Tianxuan Sword Qi was extremely dazzling. The girl stepped back dozens of steps, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
Wang Yuanzu didn't seem to intend to knock Pei Ningning out of the field with just such a move. He walked around like a cat playing with a mouse, while unhurriedly swinging one or two sword energy.
Each sword energy was not fatal, but it made Pei Ningning more embarrassed every time he blocked it. Gradually, the audience outside the court suddenly felt strange - Wang Yuanzu's attacks seemed to be in the same position each time, and they all focused on Pei Ningning's knees.
"I know, Wang Yuanzu wants to beat that junior sister to her knees!" A disciple exclaimed outside the field.
"Killing is heart-breaking...not so humiliating."
"Even if he can win, he actually wants his fellow disciples to kneel in front of him. Why does he have a grudge against that junior sister?"
Seeing this scene, the disciples at the top of the field looked at each other, wondering whether Junior Brother Wang had taken the wrong medicine.
Although their first peak is strong, they have never humiliated their fellow disciples like this in a competition. In the battle with the Third Peak and the Fifth Peak just now, even if the situation was almost crushing, the members of the First Peak who participated did not have much intention to overstep.
You go too far by not treating your opponents as human beings.
"Senior Brother Yun, is this too much for Junior Brother Wang?" a young man in blue from the first peak asked in a low voice.
A cold-faced young man sitting in the center frowned slightly. His name was Yun Zongming. He was a leader among the younger generation of the First Peak and the leader of the team participating in this competition. He looked at Wang Yuanzu who was extremely arrogant on the stage and said calmly:
"Junior Brother Wang is participating in the competition for the first time, so he is inevitably young and energetic. I'll wait for him to come down and give me a few words."
Just a few words? The young man in blue was complaining in his heart. If it were any other disciple who had destroyed the unity among Jianfeng like this, he would have been hit hard long ago.
Sure enough, my peak master father is still powerful enough... Even Senior Brother Yun doesn't dare to care about him.
From the beginning to the end, Wang Yuanzu of the First Peak never used his sword energy, not even any sword moves. He just used ordinary sword energy to suppress Pei Ningning. However, such a simple move made everyone feel extremely humiliated.
After all, Pei Ningning is just a foundation builder, and her spiritual power will be wasted when she uses it to resist the sword energy. Finally, the sword energy penetrated into the flesh and blood, and a blood flower bloomed from the girl's knee.
Her condition was already somewhat depleted, and being hit on the knee by this blow made the girl's already pale face lose a lot of color. Pain came from the knee of her left leg, and the sword energy of the first peak inheritance named Tianxuan was constantly strangling her flesh and blood.
This was not considered a fatal injury, so the protective magic weapon given by Qin Wuyi was not triggered. The Lingzhuan magic weapon given by Brother Anti-Gu before was now functioning to warm up Pei Ningning's injury. She bit her lip and braced herself with her sword, trying not to kneel down.
You can't kneel... You can't let the bad guys get proud. If you kneel, the senior brothers will be laughed at by many people...
Even if he loses, it won't be what he wants.
"Kneel down, and I can make you admit defeat." Wang Yuanzu glanced at Pei Ningning, who was holding on, with contempt, and said lightly: "If you guys at the Sixth Peak have this kind of strength, you should prepare to go home as soon as possible. "
"The Taiyi Sword Sect's resources are never left to waste."
Many elders showed a bit of displeasure on their faces, but it was just because the leader of the first peak was in trouble.
"This kid is still too crazy." The elder Huang Dingtian shook his head and said: "Old Wang, you don't care about it?"
"You are young and frivolous, what do you care about?" Peak Master Wang said calmly, as if he didn't take this seriously.
On the other side, Qin Wuyi's handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and Da Green Tea stood up in anger, saying in a soft voice: "This old guy named Wang is really so bad for giving birth to a little thing. Fortunately, I was there when I was a child. Don’t let Qingzhi play with them!”
Little Green Tea was also so angry that she clenched her fists, but there was a hint of doubt deep in her eyes: Does this guy named Wang have anything to do with the Sixth Peak? Why humiliate us like this?
Could it be that he wanted to prevent me from ascending to the position of saint?
This damn hermaphrodite! This fairy will definitely find someone to put a sack on you and give you a good beating!
To Little Green Tea, although Pei Ningning was a potential enemy competing with her for the right to use Gu Changsheng's dog-licking dog, he was also someone close to her. What was wrong with being bullied like this by Wang Yuanzu?
Don't let me take the chance! Otherwise, I want you to know how to write the word "death"!
She bitterly said the harsh words in her heart, but when she turned her head, she found that Gu Changsheng's face was unusually calm, his lips were pursed slightly, and there seemed to be a dark sea hidden in his eyes.
Xie Qingzhi's heart suddenly jumped. She rarely saw Gu Changsheng's expression like this. In her impression, Gu Changsheng had never been so angry. She hesitated for a while and asked tentatively:
"Senior Brother Gu... please tell Junior Sister Pei to surrender quickly... Junior Sister Pei will be injured more if the fight continues..."
"She will not surrender now." Gu Changsheng said calmly: "Surrender would have been an option at the beginning, but now there is no choice."
Xu Mo and Huang Wentian on the side were silent, seeming to blame themselves for allowing Pei Ningning to come on stage.
"If I had known, I would have let me go." Senior Brother Anti-Gu said through gritted teeth, "I don't believe that man named Wang dares to humiliate me like this!"
Gu Changsheng did not answer, but calmly looked at Pei Ningning on the stage, the small figure of a girl who refused to kneel down even if her knees were stained with blood.
No one would have thought that Wang Yuanzu of the First Peak would do such a thing. All hindsight is meaningless. The question now is how long the man named Wang will continue to humiliate the Sixth Peak.
No one knew how tightly Gu Changsheng's fist hidden in his sleeve was clenched. The Taichu Yaoyin Sword in the Heavenly Palace seemed to sense the terrifying murderous intention of its master, and began to shake slightly, as if in response to something.
"You are just a foundation builder, what's the use of holding on here?"
On the stage, Wang Yuanzu smiled and said: "Junior sister, this is the rule in the world of immortality. Because you are not strong enough, your senior brothers will throw you out." It is also because your Sixth Peak is not strong enough, that's why He was beaten so badly by me. "
"Your senior brother's surname is Gu, right? He lets a junior sister like you go up to the stage to be embarrassed, but he hides below and feels at ease. Tsk tsk tsk, he is such a good man."
Wang Yuanzu spoke unhurriedly, as if he wanted to take this opportunity to leave a grudge in Pei Ningning's heart. However, Junior Sister Pixiu turned a deaf ear and just stared coldly at the extremely arrogant Wang Yuanzu, trying to drag herself to stand up again.
"How stupid." Wang Yuanzu sneered, and a sword energy hit Pei Ningning's right knee again. The girl was unable to dodge and could only let blood splatter on her knee.
Her body was half-bent weakly, and the little hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking. The exhaustion of both spiritual power and physical strength made Pei Ningning's eyes darken. Pei Ningning leaned on the sword with her small body and said softly:
"You can't beat my senior brother."
Wang Yuanzu's face turned cold, and a sword energy accurately hit the Li You Sword held by Pei Ningning. The sword flew backwards, and the girl fell to the ground without any support.
"I told you, you can't beat my senior brother."
"You only use your words." Wang Yuanzu laughed softly: "Since you are so confident, let your senior brother come and fight me in the next game!"
After saying that, he snorted coldly, and a wave of sword energy burst out from his body. Pei Ningning's small body dragged two long blood stains on the ground of the ring, and finally landed on the edge of the ring, past the elimination area.
"Wang Yuanzu wins the first peak." The elder of the sword-wielding hall was silent for a moment and shouted loudly.
Before he finished speaking, Gu Changsheng's figure had already appeared at the edge of the ring, followed closely by Little Green Tea, Brother Goutou and others.
Gu Changsheng gently picked up the unconscious Pei Ningning, stretched out his hand and gently lifted the girl's sweat-wet hair.
"Senior Brother Gu..."
"It doesn't matter, you've done a good job." Gu Changsheng comforted him softly, then turned around and handed the weak Pei Ningning to Little Green Tea.
Xie Qingzhi quickly took Pei Ningning to heal her injuries. The two senior brothers found a stretcher from nowhere, carried her and moved back. Gu Changsheng did not follow immediately, but turned his head and looked up at Wang Yuanzu who was still standing on the ring.
"Are you coming to the next show?" Gu Changsheng asked.
The white-faced young man raised his chin slightly, holding the sword and making an indifferent expression: "It's just a spar. The attack was a little heavier, junior brother, don't blame me."
"Let me ask you, will you come to the next show?" Gu Changsheng repeated it again.
The smile on Wang Yuanzu's face gradually cooled down, and he said with a smile: "If junior brother wants to find a place for his junior sister, I welcome him at any time. I can continue to play in the next game against the Sixth Peak, but I don't know what junior brother will do. I won’t have stage fright anymore.”
"That's enough." Gu Changsheng turned around slowly and was about to leave when he heard another cold voice coming from behind:
"I'll be waiting for you in the next competition. I hope your knees are a little harder than your junior sister's."
This plot is not all about slaps in the face, it is mainly to promote the emotional drama of the saint. You can read it below (ps: By the way, I have modified the previous competition system and divided it into six groups, with four sword peaks in one group and T0 swords. Feng’s group has two qualifying spots, which does not affect viewing)
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