Lan Sheng made a rough calculation and found that with the current number of people in the Tanyun realm, it would take at least two or three days to start the next round of competition, so there was no rush to return to the top of the cliff.
Qianyue Lake is close to Broken Sun Cliff, and it is just in time to witness the competition between the disciples who have touched the realm, so Lan Sheng came to the bank of Qianyue Lake alone.
It was late autumn, and there were vast misty waves on Qianyue Lake. Two snow-green boundaries divided the lake into four areas horizontally and vertically.
In each area, a competition platform was built with chains scattered horizontally and vertically. The competing disciples competed on the iron chain platform. The one who fell into the lake first lost.
The competition in the realm of touch extremely tests the agility of the disciple's body and the proficiency of his moves.
Both sides of the battle activated their spiritual power. Under the cold light of the sword shadow, the iron chain platform swayed continuously. The sword energy stirred up walls of water on the lake, creating surging waves. The chains were extremely slippery when exposed to water, and some disciples were unable to concentrate on their moves, or even stabilize their bodies, and fell directly into the lake.
Later, Lan Sheng went to the martial arts training ground for a walk, but the cultivation level of the disciples in the Guanwei realm was generally lower, which was much inferior to the competition between the Touching realm and Tanyun realm.
Ten days later, the Tanyun Conference gradually came to an end. After many rounds of elimination, only sixteen disciples in the Tanyun realm were left, entering the final stage.
Zhuling has been practicing since she was a child. She has practiced diligently in the past two years, and her cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. She easily won several competitions and was successfully shortlisted for the finals.
Lan Sheng, on the other hand, relied entirely on luck. The opponents she encountered were almost the same in cultivation as hers.
"In the first round of the finals, Yuwen Haosheng versus Meng Lansheng, two disciples, please come forward and take your seats." Following a loud horn sound, the execution disciple shouted.
At the mouth of Duanri Cliff, Yuwen Haosheng bowed to Lan Sheng and said proudly: "Senior Sister Lan Sheng, please show mercy later."
Lan Sheng knew that his cultivation level was higher than hers, so she rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "Definitely."
In previous competitions, Yuwen Haosheng showed outstanding strength. After several competitions, the elders wanted to accept him as their disciple, but he rejected them all.
With Yu Wen Haosheng's cultivation level, he definitely had no chance of winning.
Thinking that it was impossible to win anyway, Lan Sheng no longer retained any strength. The wooden sword in his hand was filled with sword energy, and the dazzling lights were like lightning and walking dragons, but he easily dodged them and could not hurt him in the slightest.
Yuwen Haosheng didn't take the initiative to take action, and was struggling with Lan Sheng on the cliff, with a playful smile on his face. Lan Sheng was so angry that he attacked with all his strength. After a while, he was dripping with sweat.
"This competition at Broken Sun Cliff?... It's not good manners." An elder noticed the contest at Broken Sun Cliff and said with a half frown.
After a moment, Master Yunxu responded sternly: "This person is detrimental to the demeanor of Yun Tian disciples, so we should eliminate him."
He had long noticed that Yuwen Haosheng was deliberately teasing Lan Sheng, but because Lan Sheng was his disciple, he could not tolerate it for fear of being biased. Now other elders suggested that Yunxu Immortal immediately went down the slope and directly eliminated Yuwen Haosheng.
In this battle, Yuwen Haosheng was eliminated, and Lan Sheng successfully won. Before leaving, Lan Sheng did not forget to scare him: "If you dare to pester me again, be careful, I will ask my master and senior brother to beat you."
The second competition in Jueyuan was between Zhuling and Jinghu. This battle was extremely fierce. The two were entangled at the beginning of the competition. The wooden swords showed their sharpness under the blessing of spiritual power. The sword energy clashed, and the glow continued on the Duanri Cliff. . The two were evenly matched, and Zhuling worked hard to win, even though she suffered a lot of sword wounds.
The disciples who were shortlisted for the final round were all extraordinary, and every subsequent competition was thrilling. After each round of competition, every disciple was stained with glory.
In the Rising Sun Palace, Lan Sheng was bandaging Zhuling: "Senior sister, does it hurt?".
During the battle with Jing Hu, Zhu Ling suffered many bruises, especially the sword wounds on her arms, which were shocking to see.
"It doesn't hurt." Zhuling's lips turned white and she looked a little weak.
"There will be a competition tomorrow, take this Bisheng Pill." Master Yunxu handed Zhuling a pill.
"Thank you, Master." Zhuling took the Bisheng Pill without hesitation and drank it.
After a large number of disciples were eliminated, the rounds of competition progressed faster and faster, increasingly testing the disciples' overall control and physical endurance. Bisheng Pill is a healing elixir that can help wounds heal and restore physical strength.
"Senior sister, can you still compete tomorrow?" Lan Sheng looked at Zhuling's weak appearance with worry on her face.
Zhuling smiled lightly and said, "I'm fine."
Master Yunxu glanced at the injuries on Zhuling's body, sighed, and said, "Participating in the Cloud Exploration Conference is only to let you know your own cultivation level. It is not to compete for fame. Do you understand?"
"Understood." They both replied in unison.
Yunxu Shangxian shook his head and said nothing more. He told him to rest early and went back to the house.
On the second day, the first competition was between Zhuling and Lan Sheng. Both of them were stunned for a moment, and then stepped forward to the mouth of Duanri Cliff.
On the cliff, Lan Sheng and Zhu Ling were facing each other with swords, and they were equally powerful. However, Lan Sheng had secretly decided in her heart that in order to avoid aggravating the injury of her senior sister, she would give up the victory to Zhu Ling.
Lan Sheng found an opportunity during a duel. She deliberately weakened the barrier against the sword energy, pretended to be invincible, and allowed Zhuling's sword energy to hit her. Then she pretended to be unstable and jumped from the cliff. fall.
But at the moment when he was hit by the sword energy, Lan Sheng felt pain all over his body and his thoughts were spinning rapidly. He felt that this method was inappropriate, so he immediately grabbed a piece of vine and stopped his falling body.
If she lets her senior sister win, then tomorrow she will have to face a stronger opponent than herself. With her temperament, her senior sister will definitely not give in easily, and she will have to fight again with scars.
Thinking of this, Lan Sheng decided to fight Zhuling for a few more rounds. After yesterday's battle, the senior sister is now in poor condition. If she finds the right time to take action, it is not impossible to defeat her. If you win, you can take action tomorrow depending on the situation. If you can't win, just admit defeat.
After making up his mind, Lan Sheng looked solemn and once again adopted a roundabout strategy, using his flexible posture to constantly deal with Zhu Ling.
After Zhuling attacked several times in succession, she felt her body becoming heavier and heavier, panting, and the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
If this continues, she will definitely be defeated. Zhuling quickly adjusted her inner breath. At this moment, a resentful voice suddenly sounded in her mind:
"Look at your good junior sister, he wants to snatch everything from you."
"She took your senior brother away, and now she's pointing a sword at you."
"Don't you blame her? Hahaha, that's ridiculous."
The voice kept lingering in her mind, and Zhuling immediately recited the meditation mantra silently to stabilize her mind.
Lan Sheng didn't know Zhuling's condition and saw that she was distracted. He immediately seized the opportunity and jumped towards Zhuling, trying to push her into the bottom of the cliff, but it just happened to disrupt her mind.
In vain, Zhuling's eyes changed, with a murderous look in her eyes, and she actually used her spiritual power to block Lan Sheng, raised her wooden sword and stabbed Lan Sheng in the chest.
Lan Sheng turned around to avoid the sword, but fell off the cliff because he was unprepared.
Seeing Lan Sheng fall from the cliff, the resentful voice became even more crazy:
"Kill her..."
"Kill her and no one will compete with you for your senior brother."
"Quickly"
That voice was like a reminder, urging Zhu Ling to swing out the wooden sword. The wooden sword was wrapped in the thin sword energy, and with the sound of breaking through the air, it rushed towards Lan Sheng with the force of thunder.
Zhuling's eyes were wide open with a bloodthirsty expression, and she was actually looking forward to the moment when the wooden sword penetrated Lan Sheng's body.
The accident happened in just a moment, and all the elders present did not react. Master Yunxu got up first and flew down, trying to save Lan Sheng, but it was already too late.
At this moment, a figure emerged from the clouds at the bottom of the cliff. It was Yuwen Haosheng.
He waved his sleeves and a transparent blue barrier formed in front of him.
But with a "bang", the wooden sword penetrated his barrier like a piece of wood. Yuwen Haosheng's heart tightened and he hurriedly pulled away, but his arm was still scratched by the sword energy of the wooden sword. The wooden sword was blocked by the barrier, its direction shifted, and it stuck straight into the ground.
"Lan Sheng, are you okay?" Master Yunxu lifted up Lan Sheng who had fallen on the silk net, looked up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that Lan Sheng was not injured.
"You should go and see your other good disciple." Yuwen Haosheng said sternly, his eyes pointing to Master Yunxu to look at the wooden sword stuck on the ground. After the sword pierced the barrier, the sword body was still completely submerged in the soil, which shows that it was a heavy hand.
Master Yunxu glanced at the wooden sword, his expression changed, and he said solemnly: "Lan Sheng, please go back to the Rising Sun Palace first." Before he finished speaking, he flew to find Zhuling.
Looking at Yunxu Shangxian's retreating figure, Lan Sheng turned around to go back to the Rising Sun Palace. He was shocked to see Yuwen Haosheng's hand behind his back bleeding, and said in a panic: "Yuwen Haosheng, are you bleeding?"
Having liked Lan Sheng for so long, this was the first time he saw her caring about him. Yuwen Haosheng was at a loss for a moment. He shook off the blood on his hand in a panic and said: "No problem, no problem." Then he realized something was wrong and said sadly. : "It's just that I lost too much blood, I'm afraid I won't die soon."
Lan Sheng was a little suspicious, and carefully checked his wound. After making sure that the wound was not deep, she rolled her eyes at him with disgust and said angrily: "Then just go die."
Although he scolded him, his hands did not stop. He tore off a piece of cloth from the corner of his clothes and bandaged him.
The conditions at Broken Sun Cliff were poor. When Lan Sheng saw that Yu Wen Haosheng was injured trying to save himself, he felt grateful and led him back to the Rising Sun Palace.
After returning to the Rising Sun Palace, Lan Sheng gave him herbs and re-bandaged him, but he couldn't drive him away and insisted on staying in the Rising Sun Palace for a while longer.
After a while, Master Yunxu returned to the Rising Sun Palace with Zhu Ling. When he saw Yu Wen Haosheng there, Master Yunxu didn't say anything more and let Zhu Ling go in and kneel down.
"Is the injury on your hand still a problem?" Master Yunxu asked as he looked at Yu Wen Haosheng's newly bandaged arm.
"It still hurts a little." Yuwen Haosheng said in a rogue manner.
"The injury on your hand is no longer a problem. Please go back first." Immortal Yunxu issued an order to expel guests.
