Sorry, master, my junior sister has surrendered to the enemy!

It’s almost autumn, but the sun in Jianzong is still so hot.

Chu Yu was holding an umbrella, sitting on a flat platform with his eyes closed to rest.

She let the sun shine, the breeze occasionally brushing her long hair, with her flowing long sleeves moving in the wind.

If you only look at her current state, she seems like a fairy beauty from another world, which is very enchanting.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have much time to meditate and practice.

In a blink of an eye, it has been three days since I came to the Sword Sect.

Chu Yu and the other two had a different itinerary from the other disciples.

The disciples go out early and come back late. They practice sword skills in the early morning, listen to the teachings of the elders of the Sword Sect at noon, and practice behind closed doors at night.

Since Chu Yu arrived here, he has been assigned a task - to defend the ring.

As the name implies, she is now guarding the ring.

You cannot move an inch away. If you move an inch, it will be considered a failure.

You didn't expect it, did you? She herself didn't expect that this would be the way to communicate with the Sword Sect.

This is a free training doll for the Sword Sect disciples.

This statement is too limited. It should be used as a sparring partner for all those who come to Xiaoyao Sword Sect.

This made her think of what Li Heng said, he said he wanted her to have an easy life in the Sword Sect.

Humph, it seems that he has some say in the Sword Sect, but not much. At least he cannot disobey the orders of the Sect Master.

Even though there are few people here now, Chu Yu just took advantage of the opportunity when the disciples were listening to the elders’ teachings to have a rare moment of peace and quiet.

But fortunately, there are two other people in the same situation as her.

Three high platforms rising from the ground stood in the center of the Sword Sect's outer gate square, and the three points formed a regular triangle.

Wang Sheng and Ao Zheng were guarding the other two stages respectively.

Wang Sheng squinted his eyes and was dozing off. He supported his head with one hand and his head nodded as if it was about to melt in the sun.

Ao Zheng was also meditating. Ever since he started his retreat, he was able to calm his mind no matter what the circumstances.

Wang Sheng was extremely sleepy. His wrists gave out and he stumbled, his whole body slamming and his head hitting the stone surface of the ring.

"Boom-"

A muffled sound coming from the other corner made Chu Yu and Ao Zheng open their eyes at the same time.

Wang Sheng didn't seem to care so much. He just stuck to the ring and fell asleep.

Chu Yu was completely helpless about this guy's behavior, so he ignored him and continued to close his eyes.

Ao Zheng frowned and glanced at Wang Sheng, also without saying anything. He thought it was quite funny, but since he started his retreat, his sense of humor has become much higher.

This hour is indeed prone to making people sleepy.

Then he glanced at Chu Yu, and seeing her holding an umbrella while meditating, he also felt a little strange, so he asked, "Chu Yu, why are you holding an umbrella?"

Chu Yu: "Sunbathe."

Ao Zheng: "At your level, are you still afraid of the wind and sun?"

Chu Yu: "I don't want to expose myself to the sun."

Ao Zheng: "Aren't your hands sore from holding the umbrella?"

Chu Yu did not give a direct answer to this question. He just silently changed the right hand holding the umbrella to the left hand, and then returned to his previous calm state.

Ao Zheng said nothing more.

Isn't this tiring? She just has to hold on.

Ao Zheng felt that his two companions were truly gods, but no matter what he thought in his mind, his heart was calm.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Yu suddenly spoke: "The time has come."

Ao Zheng calmly closed his eyes and replied, "They are done with get out of class. It's okay. It doesn't matter who comes."

Chu Yu meant something else: "I mean, it's time for someone to appoint troops and generals."

Ao Zheng: “Hmm?”

Just as a few disciples showed up in the square in the distance, Wang Sheng suddenly stood up with a somersault as if he had resurrected from the dead.

"Ah..." He yawned, stretched, and began to stretch his muscles. The sleepiness in his eyes disappeared, and he muttered to himself: "A moment's rest will make you more energetic."

"Hey, if anyone wants to challenge me, just tell me your name!"

Facing more and more disciples, Wang Sheng displayed a completely different kind of enthusiasm from the other two.

He was extremely looking forward to the competition.

Chu Yu felt that in this regard alone, he was indeed no match for him.

The disciples were very enthusiastic in the past two days. The three of them almost kept going to welcome challengers. Those who had classes skipped classes, those who were in seclusion came out, and even those who were out for training came back from afar.

Just to learn from these famous geniuses and gain their insights.

But after all, if you make a strong effort at the beginning, then it will become weaker and weaker, and then it will become exhausted. If you keep losing, you will give up.

Now the disciples were just standing around, waiting to see if anyone was willing to challenge the three men from Xuanxia Mountain so that they could watch.

Chu Yu only thought that he was a poor sparring doll and never considered that the reason why he still stayed on the ring was because he had never lost.

In the eyes of the disciples, the three people on the ring are like big bosses.

It's a pity that you can't play as a team, all are single-player copies.

If you can’t beat them yourself, can’t you just watch others fight?

Of course, this kind of venue is usually Wang Sheng’s home court, and his extreme enthusiasm makes him look a little different.

Chu Yu and Ao Zheng were both forced to accept the challenge, but Wang Sheng chose his own opponents.

His troop selection process was about to begin again.

"Brother, I know you!"

Wang Sheng pointed to a handsome disciple in the crowd and spoke enthusiastically.

This disciple was a full head taller than the people around him, with more developed muscles. He carried a giant heavy sword on his back, which was very conspicuous. He looked a bit like Ao Zheng before with the heavy sword on his back, except that this disciple was stronger and taller.

But after hearing Wang Sheng's words, the disciple was still confused, and obviously did not realize that Wang Sheng was referring to him: "Ah? You are talking about me?"

Wang Sheng was very sure: "Yes, it's you! I've heard of you. Aren't you the so-and-so who punched the white-haired tiger of Nanshan and kicked the little blue dragon of Beihai?"

The disciple shook his head and said very honestly: "You are wrong, that person is not me, my name is two characters."

But Wang didn't care: "If it's not now, it will be in the future! Of course, I'm not referring to the name."

The honest young man got anxious: "You and I have no grudges, why are you making up rumors about me? I have never beaten a tiger, kicked a dragon, or even seen one!"

As if he had never met such an honest person, Wang Sheng couldn't help but laugh: "It doesn't matter, brother, I just want to praise you. Seeing that you have amazing bones and strong strength, are you willing to compete with me?"

The honest young man squeezed out of the crowd, his face stubborn: "Let's compete, why didn't you say so earlier!"

This person is only a first-level spiritual master. It would be difficult for him to qualify for the sword cultivators' gathering just by relying on his Xuan Qi cultivation, let alone fight his way out.

There must be something outstanding about him.

After saying that, he stepped back on his heels, and the ground seemed to create an air wave. Everyone felt the ground shaking, and then the honest young man jumped up with a loud noise.

He landed steadily on Wang Sheng's stage.

Wang Sheng was satisfied and asked with a smile: "Brother, where are you from? What's your name?"

"Xishazhou, Zhang Zheng."

Upon hearing the name Xishazhou, Ao Zheng couldn't help but look over.

Wang Sheng nodded and began to introduce himself: "My name is Wang Sheng, from Dongxuanzhou..."

Zhang Zheng: "I know you, otherwise I wouldn't have come."

Wang Sheng curled his lips in pride: "Does Xishazhou also have my reputation?"

"No, I originally wanted to challenge your buddy. I heard that he was also from Xishazhou. I was very excited, but I never had the chance..." Zhang Zheng honestly denied Wang Sheng and made it clear what he meant.

“Ahem, that’s not what I meant…” Wang Sheng coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment.

"I don't know why you chose me," Zhang Zheng asked in confusion, "I know, after all, I was here two days ago. The opponents you chose are all people with high cultivation. I am only a spiritual master, far inferior to you. What do you see in me?"

"You misunderstood me. I may seem a bit out of tune at ordinary times, but I never talk nonsense when it comes to important matters. I told you that you have amazing bones and strong strength." Wang Sheng said, condensing his ice sword and making his own request:

"How about we not use Xuan Qi and just compete in physical skills?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zheng's expression changed and he quickly refused: "No, that's not fair to you. I am a body cultivator!"

"I'm also practicing body building, it's okay!"

"No, no, it will hurt you. It's not fair."

"When I asked you to come up and fight, I didn't say that you didn't need to use your profound energy. At that time, I was the Spirit King and you were the Spirit Sect. Why didn't you think that it would be unfair to you?"

These remarks left Zhang Zheng speechless.

It is not a wise choice to fight a physical cultivator head-on with physical skills.

"Can I have a small request?" Zhang Zheng felt that he couldn't refuse, so he made a small wish.

Wang Sheng: "You can say whatever you want."

"After I fight you, I will also fight Ao Zheng. You ask him to promise me."

"Hahahaha, fine, he has to agree even if he doesn't want to. I said it!"

"Okay, I'll wait." Ao Zheng in the distance agreed to the request directly.

So, Zhang Zheng stopped struggling, and suddenly thousands of pounds of powerful force burst out from his body. The loud noise in the air spread out with a huge shock wave. His muscles swelled, tearing his clothes inch by inch, and his body swelled by a full circle. This was an explosion of pure physical strength.

A normal monk would definitely not be able to withstand such brutal and violent force.

Wang Sheng was not afraid at all. Although his body size was not as good as that of an orthodox physical cultivator, his strength was not necessarily weak.

Zhang Zheng was extremely fast, like a high-speed moving meteorite, but he did not draw out the giant sword behind him.

Wang Sheng put away his sword and rushed towards Zhang Zheng with the same speed and posture.

"Bang!!!!"

There was a loud noise in front of him, and Chu Yu only felt that two large trucks traveling at high speed collided in front of him.

After their first meeting, Zhang Zheng showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Could someone known for his profound energy cultivation also have such strong physical strength?

So he became more and more excited as the battle went on, especially when he saw Wang Sheng's fanatical eyes and his strong will to fight, he became more and more into the game.

I haven't seen such a primitive way of fighting for a long time.

The disciples in the square were stunned by the physical strength of the two men.

Unexpectedly, the genius disciple's physical strength is so strong that he can go head-to-head with serious physical practitioners.

Their fight caused the air to vibrate, and the scene was almost covered by the noise of flesh colliding. Wang Sheng's direction naturally became the focus.

It was so long that Chu Yu didn't know how long it had been before he realized there was someone behind him.

This person's cultivation was higher than that of all the disciples present, so no one noticed her.

"Chu Yu, it's Liu Yunhuan." The soul in the sea of ​​consciousness sensed that Liu Yunhuan concealed her breath and stepped onto Chu Yu's stage, and hurriedly reminded him.

Her soul had stayed in Chu Yu's body for too long, so she naturally knew Liu Yunhuan, so she instinctively felt danger.

Hearing the reminder from his soul, Chu Yu calmly put away his umbrella and prepared to get up.

Liu Yunhuan came over very kindly and held Chu Yu's hand as he folded the umbrella.

"It's okay, Miss Chu Yu. I just think you look like an old friend of mine, and I feel very close to you."

"I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want to catch up with you."

When he heard this, it was about reminiscing about the past. On the surface, it was saying that Chu Yu looked like an old friend, but in fact, if Chu Yu agreed, it would mean confirming that he was that person.

Chu Yu stared at her for a few seconds, as if recalling who Liu Yunhuan was.

Her eyes changed from surprise, confusion, to sudden enlightenment, which made Liu Yunhuan feel a little embarrassed.

Chu Yu: "Oh, you are Instructor Liu from Xiaoyao Sword Sect. I remember you. Three days ago, you stopped Tianchen Immortal Sect at the gate of Sword Sect..."

The soul whistled in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Oh, you didn't answer the question. Yuzi, your acting is pretty good. You pretended to be a stranger so well."

Chu Yu didn't respond at all. She seemed enthusiastic, but actually she was answering irrelevant questions.

Liu Yunhuan's eyes flashed with anger. She wanted to verify her inner thoughts, so she decided to go all out. Taking advantage of the noise like a chain reaction on the next stage, she rushed over and grabbed Chu Yu's wrist, whispering in a threatening tone: "Don't pretend, I know that person is you, just tell me the truth."

Seeing this, the spirit gloated and said, "Oh no! It seems your acting skills are still too bad. You have been exposed."