Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Chapter 770: Chapter 655: Yue Country Grand Tournament

With another turn of thought, the Ice Sword suddenly unfolded again, transforming into a crystal-clear Profound Ice Spiritual Wall with flowing runes, solid and sturdy.

"Roulan, try out the strength of this Profound Ice Spiritual Wall."

The Sect Leader smiled as he spoke.

Tang Roulan drove her own Flying Sword and thrust with all her might.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The Profound Ice Spiritual Wall was left with only a tiny white dot, which instantly recovered as if nothing had happened.

"What a fine Magical Treasure!"

The Sect Leader clapped his hands and chuckled, his mind stirring once more.

The Profound Ice Spiritual Wall turned back into a Phantom Spirit Ice Fish and sank into the Amethyst Jade Bracelet.

"Offense and defense in one, changing at will; more rare still, it consumes very little Spiritual Power. He is indeed a generous man."

"Roulan, this treasure truly suits you. With this at your side, on the arena you will have certain victory. As for the Spirit Stream Secret Realm, there will definitely be a slot for you."

Tang Roulan happily put away the Jade Bracelet, her heart filled with gratitude.

"Grandfather, just who exactly is this Senior Brother Shen?"

"Don’t ask!"

The Sect Leader’s face sank as he barked.

"This is not something you are qualified to know."

"Yes, Grandfather."

After bowing, Tang Roulan hastily took her leave and went back to focus on refining the Ice Crystal Jade Bracelet.

Senior Brother Shen had said that there were nine Ice Fish inside, enough to handle the arena matches.

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The third day.

This time, the number of Cultivators who could pass identity verification and enter the square was even smaller.

There were only a little over a thousand people.

"Congratulations to all of you for successfully passing the first two rounds."

"From this round on, what you will face are disciples from other Sects."

"Take a good look at the rules. There are no limits on Magical Treasures, Talismans, Spirit Pills, Array Flags, Spirit Beasts, and so on. As long as you defeat your opponent, you pass. Lose, and you are eliminated."

An old True Master of the Xuanfa Sect announced loudly.

At the same time.

Golden light shimmered on the Treasure Mirror.

All sorts of Magical Combat rules appeared on the mirror’s surface.

Simply put, you were to exert yourself fully and use every method at your disposal.

With True Pill True Masters serving as judges, there was no need to worry about the opponent’s life or death.

Soon, as part of the first batch of Sect disciples in the third round,

Shen Xuan was the first to step onto the arena.

He casually pointed at one of the Treasure Mirrors.

The result of the draw was number three hundred and eighty-eight.

A woman in a pink dress walked out from the crowd below the arena.

After her identity was verified, she stepped onto the arena and walked to stand opposite Shen Xuan.

In his line of sight, the other party was a very gentle-looking woman, her brows and eyes full of charm.

"This little girl of the Miaoyin Sect, Xu Qian’Er, greets Fellow Daoist Shen of the Taiyi Sect."

Her voice was soft and graceful, each word carrying a gentle rhythm that stirred up tender feelings in one’s heart.

In front of him, Xu Qian’Er smiled faintly, her brows and eyes like a painting, as if a Fairy had stepped out of a picture scroll.

Light as a butterfly, elegant as a poem.

"Mm."

Shen Xuan still wore a cold, aloof expression.

"Magical Combat, begin!"

The judge shouted.

As soon as the words fell.

Two Mandarin Duck Blades suddenly appeared in Xu Qian’Er’s hands, their edges gleaming cold, swift as lightning as they flew toward Shen Xuan.

Though she seemed gentle, her strike was ruthless.

The blade in her left hand slashed down diagonally from above, chopping toward Shen Xuan’s head.

The blade in her right hand rose from below, cutting upward toward the vital point of Shen Xuan’s abdomen.

She was indeed worthy of being an elite disciple of the Miaoyin Sect, a Nascent Soul Sect of Yue Country.

Shen Xuan let out a light sigh.

He did not move from where he stood.

"Dang! Dang!"

The razor-sharp Mandarin Duck Blades did not miss; both struck solidly against Shen Xuan’s body.

One hacked down on his head, sparks flying as the blade edge curled and the weapon flew out of her hand.

The other slashed up beneath Shen Xuan’s lower abdomen and got stuck there, unable to move.

Xu Qian’Er was both overjoyed and aghast.

She had never encountered someone with such a powerful Flesh Body.

Her very Lifebound Magical Treasure, the Mandarin Duck Blades, couldn’t even cut him.

Xu Qian’Er’s eyes widened, and she was momentarily stunned.

Then.

In her vision.

A fist grew larger and larger, drawing closer and closer.

It wasn’t a physical fist.

It was merely a fist shadow.

Yet it carried a terrifying aura that shook the heart.

Like a heavy hammer, it slammed hard into Xu Qian’Er’s exquisitely beautiful face.

Xu Qian’Er had no time to dodge.

With a sharp "pa".

Accompanied by a crisp sound, Xu Qian’Er was sent flying right off the arena.

Her creamy, slightly upturned jade nose collapsed inward, blood spraying in fine droplets, a miserable sight.

Xu Qian’Er let out a shrill scream and fainted on the spot.