Chapter 1: Whose Scenery is Whose!

  Ye Xuan didn't say anything.

  Standing with hands clasped behind back, as if nothing had happened at all.

  "Xiao Chui, you come back too!" Ye Xuan said slowly.

  Mo Qian stopped Mo Qi, and couldn't help but take a glance at Ye Xuan. In his heart, he thought: "This young man has great bearing, and is already in the state of solidifying his foundation at such a young age. He probably looks like he's only 17 or 18 years old. My son, at this stage, can't compare to him in terms of either bearing or strength!"

  "This young man is so young, yet he's already become the master of the Hundred Flowers Pond?"

  "Haha, the newly promoted master of Baifengchi, Rang Mou actually didn't know, and it's really a big missed opportunity. However, this new master is young and has already reached the early stage of Guyuan, not bad! Nowadays, young people are really making us old folks lose face!"

  A loud and clear "hahaha" burst of laughter appeared.

  Ye Xuan looked in the direction of the laughter and found that the person laughing was an old man wearing a linen robe. The old man stood with his hands behind his back, not on the same side as Yun Jingzong's group of cultivators, but rather clearly a powerful figure from the Tianxuan Gate.

  "This is the master of Tianxuan Gate!" Xiao Chui helped Ye Xuan introduce.

  "It turned out to be the master of Tianxuan Gate!" Ye Xuan slightly cupped his fists.

  The master of the heavenly gate is also a boxing master.

  But though everyone's words are pleasant to hear, what they truly think in their hearts, who can know?

  "Hmph, I think this master of the Hundred Flowers Pond is just a drunkard and a glutton!" Mo Qi laughed loudly: "If you really have some skills, how could you be standing behind a woman's back?"

  Ye Xuan slightly narrowed his eyes.

  "Zi er!"

  Don't lecture me in a soft voice.

  Although it is a lesson, there is no meaning of being a lesson at all.

  He immediately laughed and said: "It's me who didn't teach him well, letting our own son make a fool of himself!"

  Ye Xuan couldn't possibly know what Mo Qing was thinking in her heart.

  Enrage yourself, take action to show your strength. If he doesn't take action, the initial strength of the Foundry period can't calm the scene, but it will also give people endless associations. Whether he has hidden his strength or whether Luo Xin is really dead, all this can restrain Tianxuan Gate and Yunjing Sect.

  If you did it yourself.

  Exposed their strength, even if it was beyond their expectations, defeated Mozi, and they were afraid that their own strength would be exposed, which was not to be feared.

  Ye Xuan is not stupid.

  Don't speak lightly, and also squinted his eyes looking at the young man in front of him.

  He couldn't help but admit that this young man was not simple.

  "I have a proposal!" Mo Qing stroked his beard and smiled.

  "What proposal?" asked Tian Xuanmen's master.

  "Since all three of you have arrived, waiting for two more days to start the disciple battle doesn't make sense. Why don't we hold it now that all disciples are present?" Mo Qian smiled and said.

  The master of Tianxuan Gate raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and said: "I don't care about Tianxuan Gate!"

  "What does the young master of the Hundred Flowers Pond think?" Mo Qing asked.

  "Okay!"

  Ye Xuan nodded slightly.

  Although they just rushed over and needed a little rest, however...

  He just took a look at Yun Jingzong and Tianxuanmen's strength.

  The two powers are far superior to the Hundred Flowers Pond, and it is certain that the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Pond will lose. He has no power to turn the tide, so it's better to fight early rather than wait for two days.

  "Haha, okay, in that case, let's just follow the usual convention!"

  "Please!"

  Don't just wave your sleeve and consider it a courtesy.

  On Baihe Mountain, there is a floating spiritual platform built for immortals to compete with each other. This platform is as long as 100 zhang and floats in the air 10 zhang above the ground.

  There were large arrays around, and beside the Lingtai, there were seats arranged in full.

  Those who participated in the war went up to the Lingtai to compete, while the elder Chi Zhu and others sat on this seat.

  The seats were filled with spiritual tea and wine, fragrance assailed the nostrils.

  The blink of an eye.

  Ye Xuan and others had already sat down in their seats.

  All parties have taken their seats.

  "The ancestral rules passed down, every three years the three sects must compete once, and this rule cannot be changed! The 'Golden Light Wheel' will select which disciple to go on stage. I, Yun Jingzong, and Bai Huachi will compete first, and the winner will then compete with Tianxuanmen. In the battle, life and death are not considered." Mo Qing said in a light voice.

  "Alright, let's get started!"

  "How is this drawn?" Ye Xuan asked Xiao Qiu.

  Xiao Xiao frowned and said: "Did Master Qi's younger brother see the golden wheel on that platform?"

  "Hmm!" Ye Xuan nodded slightly.

  "This Golden Light Wheel will rotate soon, and when it does, three golden lights will emerge. Whichever disciple these three golden lights shine upon will be the one who needs to come on stage for a trial!" Xiao Chui said.

  "Alright, I'm going to turn the Golden Light Wheel now!"

  Don't lightly wave your hand and point, true energy transformed into a thread of silk from the tip of your finger, in an instant it struck that golden light wheel.

  Next breath.

  The golden wheel began to turn.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  In an instant, three golden lights flew off in different directions.

  The first ray of golden light flew towards the Hundred Flowers Pond, while the other two rays of golden light shone separately on Yun Jingzong and Tianxuanmen.

  "It's English Waltz!" Xiao Tiao said softly.

  Ye Xuan looked towards the place where the golden light was shining, and to his surprise, it was Ying Wu, the first disciple he had healed after arriving at Baitangchi.

  Ying Wu saw the golden light shining on herself, and after a moment of panic, she stood up with the encouragement of the female cultivator beside her.

  "Oh no!"

  At this time, Xiao Xiao's face suddenly changed.

  Ye Xuan's expression also changed.

  Because of the golden light shining towards Yun Jingzong, it was actually pointing at Mo Qi who had already reached the late stage of the Solid Origin!

  It was just now at the height of his power, and also Mo Qian's son, that Mo Qi!

  Moqi's strength has reached the late stage of Jiyuan, while Yingwu is only at the level of Feitian, so the outcome is already decided.

  "I admit defeat at Baihua Pond!" Ye Xuan suddenly stood up and swept his gaze around, saying in a cold tone.

  With a slight tremble of her delicate body, she also saw the person illuminated by the golden light, and realized that she was no match for him.

  "This, the master of the Hundred Flowers Pond, has been passed down from our ancestors. If this disciple loses, there's no such thing as admitting defeat!" Mo Qing raised an eyebrow and smiled calmly: "Brother doesn't think about it, if the strength of both sides is vastly different, which side would give up?"

  Ye Xuan clenched his fists tightly, but was restrained by this rule.

  "Don't worry!" Xiao Chui's words were warm and gentle.

  "Alright, Qier, later on, spare some face for the disciples of Baifa Pond and don't hurt them!" Mo Qing waved his hand.

  "Yes!"

  Moqi licked his lips and flew onto the stage.

  Ying Wu also struck out with her own unique sword move, and with a leap of her body, her graceful figure landed on the spiritual platform.

  The two of them each made a bow.

  Next moment.

  "Begin!" Mo Qing shouted loudly.

  "Girl, you're quite a pretty thing. If you surrender to me and leave the Hundred Flowers Pond, I'll spare your life today!" Mo Qi said softly.

  Ying Wu heard this and became furious, saying: "Don't even think about it!"

  She would rather die than betray Baihuachi!

  "Don't blame me for being ruthless then!" Mo Qi's voice suddenly turned cold, and in the blink of an eye, his true energy circulated, and a series of air swords surrounded him.

  "This is Yun Jingzong's 'Yun Jing Thirty-Five' sword technique, the true energy operating sword technique, which is more brilliant than Qing Yin Zong's 'Qing Li Sword Technique' by one level. Moreover, when it reaches its peak, these multiple air swords can transform into a sword array!"

  Moqi merely exerted two or three tenths of his strength and transformed into thirteen sword auras.

  Ying Wu saw this, her face lost color, threw out the spiritual sword in her hand, moved her true energy, and instantly shot out a sword energy.

  But how could this sword energy possibly be a match for Mo Qi of the Solid Origin Realm?

  Moqi burst into a loud, muffled laughter. The thirteen sword auras launched a layered attack, colliding head-on with the sword aura slashed out by Yingwu. With just a slight collision, Moqi's sword aura completely shattered Yingwu's.

  Ying Wu wants to avoid it.

  But found that his body was actually tied up on the spot.

  "How dare you pretend to be noble in front of me? Go die!" Mo Qi coldly shouted.

  That sword is pressing straight towards Ying Wu's heart, it seems that Mo Qi actually wants to take Ying Wu's life!

  Ye Xuan's expression changed in an instant.

  "Stop!"

  A loud shout.

  He doesn't have time for all that!

  "The First Lock..."

  "Open!"

  The next moment, he slapped his seat suddenly, and the Western-style sword appeared in his hand at some unknown time. He rushed onto the stage in just a blink of an eye.

  Doing so is completely against the rules.

  But in his eyes, rules are nothing, not even as important as a single hair of a disciple from the Hundred Flowers Pond!

  Seeing Moqi about to make a killing move, as the master of Baika Pond, how could he possibly not take action!!

  Mo Qi saw Ye Xuan make a move at this time, his expression changed slightly, but he quickly reacted and stretched out a sword to meet Ye Xuan.

  But unexpectedly, in the next moment, I felt a surge of fear rising up in my heart.

  A strong murderous intent came straight to him.

  "It's the will of the sword!"

  Mo didn't have time to think about those things.

  Hehehe!

  This one sword!

  One sword to calm the west!

  His thirteen sword energies were just one sword, and was instantly broken by Ye Xuan.

  "Baihuachi, what do you want to do!" Mo Qing's eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent as he stood up and sprang into the air, flying towards the Lingtai.

  He was shocked in his heart.

  This young man is so formidable at such a young age. Just now, he was extremely low-key, but in that instant, the true energy he burst out with was already as powerful as that of a mid-stage Yuan solidification cultivator. If it were just this, it would be fine, but Mo Qi's strength could completely suppress Ye Xuan.

  But didn't expect it.

  At such a young age, Ye Xuan has actually grasped that profound and unfathomable sword intent!

  Sword Intention!

  What a yearning word, yet it appeared on this Ye Xuan's body!

  "Get out!"

  Ye Xuan's sword sliced through.

  Hurry!

  Mo Qi's expression changed, and the thirteen sword auras were instantly broken. He could only temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

  Ye Xuan grabbed Ying Wu's shoulder and prepared to take him off the field, admitting defeat, and couldn't let Ying Wu die here!

  But just as he was about to grab Ying Wu and leave.

  He felt a surge of true energy rushing from behind him.

  He suddenly turned around.

  Namozi's father, Mo Qian, has already arrived with a slap of his palm.

  This palm contains a golden vortex, and the vortex gradually forms a seal, apparently a palm technique!

  It's already too late to draw his sword.

  He truly infused his energy into his right hand, transforming it into a palm.

  Don't underestimate a slap that comes suddenly.

  Two palms collided together.

  Boom!

  The strong wind blows in all directions.

  The true energy is turbulent!

  In the instant of collision.

  Hiss...