At noon, the sun shines brightly.
Zhao Wuliang came to the foot of Xiaoyao Peak, stood in front of the peak, looked at the foggy mountain top, and thought to himself: "Brother Ye, don't let Dai Elderliang's hard work for you go down!"
The girl in purple fell from the sky and landed quietly behind Zhao Wuliang.
She looked at Zhao Wuliang's back and sighed in her heart, he was really graceful, handsome and elegant. It would be great if he was not a disciple of Qingyun Sect!
Zhao Wuliang turned around and looked at each other.
Both of them were deeply attracted to each other. The night before, it was dark and neither could really see each other's face clearly.
"What a handsome man." The girl in purple sighed in her heart.
"What a handsome face, what a beautiful person." Zhao Wuliang muttered to himself.
The two stared at each other for a moment, then avoided each other's gaze, thinking in their own minds.
After a while, the girl in purple finally said: "You are quite punctual."
But she didn't seem to know how to continue the conversation.
Zhao Wuliang smiled slightly: "I, Zhao Wuliang, have always been a very trustworthy person."
The girl in purple said: "Since you are here, our bet can continue."
Zhao Wuliang said: "What are you betting on?"
The girl in purple said: "Let's have a competition. If you beat me, I will let you do whatever you want. If you lose, you will have to listen to me."
The two of them each took a few steps back, ready to start the competition.
A long sword appeared in the hand of the girl in purple. The sword's blade flashed with cold light, showing its good quality. The sword's blade shone with colorful light in the sun, like a dancing spiritual snake.
Zhao Wuliang turned his two fingers into a sword and took the lead in launching an attack. The sword was as fast as thunder and lightning, and it went straight to the vital part of the purple-clothed girl. The girl in purple reacted quickly, waving her soft sword, blocking Zhao Wuliang's attack, and launched a counterattack at the same time.
The swordsmanship of both of them was extremely exquisite, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while. Zhao Wuliang's sword technique is fierce and powerful, like thunder; while the purple-clothed girl's sword technique is soft and agile, as elusive as flowing water. The two sides were going back and forth with their sword energy, causing the surrounding trees and flowers to break.
The battle gradually entered a fierce stage, and both men's physical strength and energy were severely depleted. Zhao Wuliang spotted a flaw, exerted all his force, and stabbed the purple-clothed girl in the chest with his sword. The girl in purple clothes was startled and hurriedly dodged back, but was still injured by the sword energy. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She sighed in her heart that Zhao Wuliang was superior.
When Zhao Wuliang saw this, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but he knew he couldn't be soft-hearted at this time, so he continued to attack. Although the girl in purple was injured, she still fought hard and her sword skills became more and more powerful. However, her physical strength was approaching its limit and she was gradually falling into a disadvantage.
Finally, Zhao Wuliang seized an opportunity and knocked away the purple-clothed girl's soft sword with one strike. The girl in purple had no choice but to admit defeat.
Zhao Wuliang put away his sword, walked up to the girl in purple, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
The girl in purple wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said with a wry smile: "I'm fine. I'm willing to admit defeat. From now on, I will be at your disposal."
Zhao Wuliang sighed and said: "Actually, I don't want to do this. I just hope you can understand that a bet is not a child's play. Don't make such an agreement easily with others in the future."
The girl in purple nodded and looked at Zhao Wuliang gratefully.
Zhao Wuliang thought to himself: "This girl knows everything about the Qingyun Sect, and no one knows when she comes and goes from the Qingyun Sect at will."
"Girl's name?" Zhao Wuliang asked
"My surname is Murong, whose only name is Yan."
Zhao Wuliang nodded and thought to himself: "This Miss Murong is so weird. It is impossible for her to lose to me with her skills..." But he did not show it, just smiled slightly and said: "Miss Murong, since you have If you admit defeat, then please follow our agreement and follow my orders."
Murong Yan nodded and said, "Okay, from now on, Murong Yan is willing to listen to Brother Zhao's orders."
Zhao Wuliang said: "You go."
Murong Yan smiled and said, "Master, aren't you willing to keep me by your side?" Her smile was so charming that Zhao Wuliang was a little distracted for a moment.
Zhao Wuliang came back to his senses and smiled faintly: "Miss Murong is joking. After all, you and I are just competing for a test, and we have no deep friendship. Besides, the girl is extremely talented, and I just won by luck. If I keep you by my side, , I’m afraid it will delay your practice.”
When Murong Yan heard this, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes, but then she returned to normal and said with a smile: "Since the young master said so, I will take my leave. I will meet the young master again someday." After saying that, Murong Yan transformed into a girl. The purple shadow disappeared into the jungle.
Zhao Wuliang looked at the direction Murong Yan was leaving and thought to himself: "This girl Murong seems to want to stay on purpose."
