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"Number sixty-four versus number sixty-five!"

The moment the draw results came out, almost all the monks' eyes were fixed on the woman standing on the outskirts of the crowd, wearing green clothes and with her arms around her chest.

Song Yu held the wooden number tag and followed their gaze to see Qingzhu.

Qingzhu gave him a provocative and arrogant look in return.

"Can a female monk still come to participate in the martial arts competition to find a husband?"

"Who said female monks can't come? Maybe Miss Xuewu doesn't mind, hahaha."

"I'm more curious about whether Song Yu can beat her."

Li Wenxuan also saw Qingzhu and asked in surprise: "Junior Sister Qingzhu, why are you here to participate in this competition?"

If he remembered correctly, Qingzhu was a disciple of the Haotian Sect, so why bother with this?

Qingzhu walked over and stood beside Li Wenxuan.

"Brother Wenxuan, this martial arts competition for marriage does not forbid disciples of the Haoyang Sect from participating."

"But I've never seen you compete on stage before."

Li Wenxuan frowned.

Today is already the third round, and in two more rounds it will be the finals. If Qingzhu participates at this time, wouldn't it be unfair to the cultivators who were eliminated earlier?

Qingzhu raised an eyebrow.

"Who said I didn't participate before?"

"Oh? When did you join? Why didn't I see you?"

Li Wenxuan had a liking for the bright and cheerful Qingzhu. If the other party had participated in the previous competition, he would definitely not have failed to notice it!

"I wore men's clothing to take the written test earlier, and Senior Brother Wenxuan must not have noticed."

Qingzhu smiled sweetly, but her eyes were not on Li Wenxuan, but fell lightly on Song Yu through the crowd.

Song Yu looked at her smiling face indifferently.

Are you finally unable to resist and come down and test his skills yourself?

Song Yu snorted coldly and returned to the spectator seats with his number plate.

The crowd's attention was gradually drawn to the competition on the stage, and they no longer paid attention to why Qingzhu was a female cultivator but was able to participate in the competition to find a husband.

After chatting with Qingzhu for a few words, Li Wenxuan returned to Song Yu and talked about the draw results.

"I didn't expect Qingzhu to fight against you."

Li Wenxuan didn't know Qingzhu's true identity and only thought she was an inner disciple of Haoyang Sect.

Song Yu had no intention of exposing Qing Zhu's identity in public, so he echoed, "I didn't expect that today's opponent would be a female cultivator."

"Brother Song." Li Wenxuan turned his head and looked at him seriously: "You are not being sympathetic to Qingzhu just because she is a female cultivator, right?"

"will not."

Song Yu's nervous mood relaxed because of these words: "Once you are on the competition stage, there is only victory and defeat, not gender."

“That’s good. Although Junior Sister Qingzhu is usually lively and cheerful, her realm is far beyond yours. She is already in the late Nascent Soul stage. You must be careful when dealing with her.

If you are not strong enough, don't force yourself to do it, or you will get hurt."

Li Wenxuan reminded.

"I know my limits. Thank you, Brother Li, for your concern."

Song Yu took a deep breath.

……

When it was Song Yu and Qing Zhu's turn to go on stage, the crowd's attention was attracted by the two of them.

"So impatient?"

Song Yu stopped pretending and said to Qing Zhu bluntly, "Are you planning to kill me in public?"

Qingzhu didn't mean that Song Yu knew her true identity. She smiled and said, "Brother Song Yu, you are too kind. It's just a competition. How could I kill you?"

Song Yu sneered.

If she really didn't want to kill, she wouldn't be standing on this stage!

"After not seeing each other for many years, you are still so suspicious and always think I will hurt you.

If I really wanted to harm you, why would I have kept you until now?

As early as when you entered the Haoyang Sect's territory, I would have crushed you to death with one finger."

Qingzhu lifted the black hair that hung on her shoulders.

Song Yu's eyes were slightly cold.

"If I were suspicious, I would have killed you long before you betrayed me. How could I have given you the opportunity to stab me in the back?"

Song Yu said lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Qingzhu smiled slightly, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Brother Song Yu, since you hate me so much, why don't we have a showdown today? I am only in the Nascent Soul stage now, so I shouldn't be a strong opponent for you, right?"

The people in the audience were watching the two people confronting each other and were talking about it.

Some people speculate that there is an unknown grudge between Qingzhu and Song Yu.

Li Wenxuan was sitting in the audience, feeling very worried.

Why didn't he realize that Song Yu and Qing Zhu had a grudge against each other before?

Song Yu said no more. His body flashed and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, emitting cold light.

Qingzhu was not to be outdone. He swung the long whip in his hand, and as spiritual power surged, the whip shadow coiled around like a snake.

"Junior Sister Qingzhu is an excellent whip wielder!"

"Her long whip was a weapon bestowed upon her by the sect master himself. How many people in Haoyang Sect have this honor?"

"Do you all know her? Why am I not impressed by this Junior Sister Qingzhu?"

Song Yu took the first step.

The sword flashed like lightning, cutting through the sky and going straight to Qingzhu's vital point.

Qingzhu's figure was light and graceful like willow catkins. The long whip in her hand seemed to have life, and she nimbly met Song Yu's sword.

The audience watched intently, the discussions gradually died down, replaced by nervous breathing sounds.

Li Wenxuan frowned and prayed secretly in his heart that Song Yu would be safe.

Qingzhu's long whip was like a spirit snake, constantly shuttling through Song Yu's sword shadow, looking for flaws.

Song Yu was like an unshakable mountain. His swordsmanship was steady and sharp. Every sword strike was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, forcing Qing Zhu to respond with caution.

The two men fought back and forth on the stage, with the sword lights and whip shadows interweaving into a thrilling picture.

A hint of cunning flashed in Qingzhu's eyes.

"Brother Song Yu, are you really not going to use your full strength?"

Qingzhu chuckled, and the long whip in his hand suddenly burst into dazzling light. Spiritual power surged like a tide, forcing Song Yu's sword force to retreat.

There was a hint of coldness in Song Yu's eyes.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body surged. The sword's momentum suddenly changed, and it attacked Qingzhu like a violent storm.

Qingzhu did not dare to be negligent. As he swung his whip, his spiritual power surged like waves, colliding violently with Song Yu's sword.

The audiences were extremely excited as this competition had already exceeded their expectations.

Li Wenxuan clenched his fists nervously. He had never seen Song Yu so murderous before. It was as if Qingzhu, whom he was fighting against, was the enemy who murdered his father!

"What kind of hatred is there between these two people?"

On the stage.

Song Yu was unable to defeat Qingzhu, and instead the sword in his hand was swept away by the whip.

Qingzhu jumped lightly and took the whip back in her hand, a hint of pride flashed in her eyes.

"Brother Song Yu, is this all you have?"

Qingzhu said with a smile.

Song Yu's face was gloomy.

The long sword he used in the battle was bought from a blacksmith shop for a hundred spirit stones. In order not to attract attention, he never thought of using its full strength.

Qingzhu is now pressing forward step by step. If he gives in again, he will probably die under the whip!

Song Yu took a deep breath, his eyes as sharp as an ice blade.

His figure flashed, and a long sword emitting a faint blue light suddenly appeared in his hand.

As soon as the sword appeared, the air around it seemed to become heavy.

"This is……"

A hint of surprise flashed in Qingzhu's eyes, and she recognized the origin of this sword.

Thousands of years ago, Song Yu obtained a piece of mysterious ice.

That piece of black ice contained powerful icy power and according to legend it was a relic left behind by a fallen immortal.

After Song Yu obtained the black ice, he made it into a long sword.

At that time, Qingzhu, also known as Linglong, had asked for this sword.

"Master, you already have so many weapons, why don't you give me this icy sword?

My cultivation is not good enough. If I had a magic weapon, no one would dare to look down on me!"

However, Song Yu refused Qingzhu's request on the grounds that the Ice Sword would backfire on its holder who was not as strong as it.

For this reason, Qingzhu hated him for a long time.

It's just a long sword. If you don't want to give it to her, then don't give it to her. Why do you have to make up a bunch of excuses to fool her!

Now, the icy sword in Song Yu's hand flashed a cold light in the sun, as if telling the grievances of a thousand years.

A complex emotion flashed in Qingzhu's eyes.

Except Song Yu, no one knows the power of the icy sword better than her!

"I thought you would keep hiding it, but I didn't expect you couldn't stand it anymore!"

Qingzhu sneered.

After Song Yu was seriously injured by the God King, his whereabouts were unknown.

Qingzhu once searched Song Yu's cave, trying to take away the icy sword.

But no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find it!

She thought that the sword had fallen with Song Yu, but when she saw it again today, Qingzhu realized that Song Yu had never discarded this sword!

But it has been kept secret somewhere!

"You are the one who can't stand it."

Song Yu responded coldly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

The audience in the audience felt the tense atmosphere and held their breath, looking forward to the next showdown.

Li Wenxuan frowned, secretly worried.

Qingzhu knew that this icy sword was not only extremely sharp, but also contained a powerful chill that was enough to freeze the opponent's spiritual power.

She did not dare to be careless. The long whip in her hand burst out with dazzling light again, and her spiritual power surged like a storm, trying to resist Song Yu's icy sword.

When the audience saw this scene, they all held their breath and the tense atmosphere almost froze.

Li Wenxuan was so nervous that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He had never seen such a fierce confrontation.

What was even more unexpected was that after Song Yu’s sword was swept away, he would take out a top-grade weapon that made all the weapons present pale in comparison!

"Who is Song Yu?"

Li Wenxuan was in a state of confusion.

In Song Yu's hand, the sword seemed to be perfectly integrated with his spiritual power, emitting a suffocating chill.

Qingzhu didn't dare to be careless, she knew that Song Yu was getting serious!

The two men fought again, the sword light and whip shadows intertwined in the air, the cold air and spiritual power collided, making a deafening roar.

The audiences were stunned. They had never thought that Song Yu and Qing Zhu would be so strong that they could turn a limited competition into a fight of life and death!

Li Wenxuan clenched his fists nervously. He had never thought that Song Yu actually hid such powerful strength.

He was secretly worried about Qingzhu, but he knew that this competition could not be stopped.

Song Yu's icy sword was like an ice dragon, shuttling back and forth through the green bamboo whips. Every attack carried a chill that froze everything.

Qingzhu's long whip was like a spirit snake, nimbly countering Song Yu's sword. Spiritual power and cold air collided in the air, making a sharp hissing sound.

The two of them were fighting back and forth on the stage, and the battle had entered a white-hot stage.