Flying Clouds in Another World

"In this battle, Liu Feiyun from Wuyin Peak wins!" As the announcement of the competition supervisor sounded, the battle finally ended.

Below the stage, the discussion started again:

"I didn't expect that these two unknown people actually have some skills!"

"The sword technique that young man used at the end was unprecedented. I wonder who created it."

"The Three Swords Soaring to the Sky was used so casually. That kid surnamed Xu obviously put in a lot of hard work."

"That boy's inner tenacity is rare!"

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Liu Feiyun had no intention of listening to the comments of the crowd below the stage. Although he had won now, it was a hard-won victory and a lucky one. Before, he had only relied on his unwillingness to admit defeat and his determination to win to hold on. Now that the winner had been decided, his spirit was drained, and he suddenly felt weak and exhausted. He felt dizzy and stumbled to the ground.

"Little brother!" Liu Qianqian jumped up, went onto the stage, and ran straight to Liu Feiyun. Then several other people came onto the stage, some went to help support Liu Feiyun, and some went to check on Xu Weijie.

Although Liu Feiyun fell, he was still conscious, but he felt weak and unable to move. At this time, Liu Qianqian and Hua Xixiu helped him up, put him on Mu Tu's back, and carried him off the ring.

The paralysis of half of Xu Weijie's body was slowly dissipating under the impact of the spiritual energy fluctuations formed by his last remaining vitality. At this time, the inner disciples of the same sect helped to clear the blocked acupuncture points, and he regained his ability to move in just a moment. Although he was unwilling, he could only accept the reality, lowered his face, and jumped off the ring without saying a word.

Xu Weijie came close to Qi Xunyu, lowered his head, and said in shame: "Master! I have embarrassed you!"

Before Qi Xunyu could say anything, the head of Poyun Sword Sect, Qi Xunyu's master, said, "At your age and with your level of cultivation, it is rare that you can use the Three Swords to the Sky as easily as ordinary swordsmanship! If you hadn't harbored resentment and been disturbed by your emotions, you wouldn't have been defeated! Remember from now on, you need to cultivate your character and not be disturbed by distracting thoughts. This is the right way."

Xu Weijie had been in a low mood, his mind was confused, his consciousness was hazy, and he rarely had close contact with a person like the head of a sect, so he didn't recognize him for a while. After hearing the old man's words, he looked up and took a closer look. He was a little at a loss and didn't know how to respond for a while.

Qi Xunyu glared at him and said sternly: "Master's teachings! Remember it!"

Xu Weijie quickly reacted and replied: "Disciple will definitely remember the master's teachings! Disciple will definitely remember the master's teachings!"

After resting for a while, Liu Feiyun sat up with all his strength and began to use the secret medical skills to recuperate his body. At some point, Zheng Tingting and Chang Baozhi from Yaoxiang Valley came with several Yaoxiang Valley disciples. In the past three years, every time Liu Feiyun went to Yaoxiang Valley to have Zheng Zhou treat strange diseases, he often competed with Yaoxiang Valley disciples in medical skills. After a few visits, some people in Yaoxiang Valley became more and more familiar with him and even made friends with him, and among them, Zheng Tingting and Chang Baozhi were the closest to him.

Seeing that Liu Feiyun was using his internal energy to heal his wounds, Chang Baozhi quickly untied the Heavenly Silkworm Armor that Liu Feiyun was wearing, placed his palms on his back, and used Yaoxiang Valley's secret healing technique to help him recover faster.

Liu Qianqian looked at the red, blue or purple bruises on Liu Feiyun's chest, back and shoulders, and listened to his occasional groans of pain. Tears welled up in her eyes and she couldn't help scolding Liu Feiyun: "Liu Feiyun! Why are you showing off! What are you fighting for! Why are you fighting so hard! You are going to be the lord of a place in the future. Do you really need to charge into the battle yourself? If you can't win, just admit defeat. Why bother to humiliate yourself? What's the point of having the reputation of those martial arts masters? Have you forgotten? Your body is not as good as that of ordinary people. Although you have been well treated by your uncle-master over the years, your body is still weaker than that of ordinary people! I thought that after these years of self-cultivation in the sect, you have grown up and matured, but now it seems that you still have the mentality of a child!"

Hua Xixiu also advised: "Little Junior Brother, you really don't need to fight so hard. Do you have to rely on you to make the reputation of the sect? We are not unaware of your situation. You just need to recover. As for the reputation of the sect, we still have Second Senior Brother. He alone is enough to shake the entire sect!"

Zheng Tingting stopped the two from talking and said, "That's enough! You should all stop talking! The most important thing now is to calm him down. These blood clots are not serious, but if they are not treated in time, they will hurt for a while. You should stop disturbing them."

After a long while, Chang Baozhi and Liu Feiyun finished their healing, and Zheng Tingting took out a bottle of blood-dispersing ointment and gave it to Liu Feiyun.

Liu Feiyun thanked the two of them, and then said to Liu Qianqian: "Sister, don't be angry. I won't be so willful in the future!"

"I hope so!" Liu Qianqian naturally knew Liu Feiyun's temper, and she couldn't convince him with just a few words. In front of so many outsiders, it was not good to continue scolding Liu Feiyun, so she had to change the subject and asked, "Where is Shihu? I've been here for a day, why haven't I seen him yet?"

"He! He must have been dragged away by the people from the Sky Viewing Pavilion to do hard labor!"

"Doing hard labor? Didn't he participate in the competition?"

“Yes!”

"Then why don't we see him going on stage to fight against others?"

"Him! He won't fight anyone until two days later. He's already at the Master Cultivator level! There won't be any competitions these days."

“The realm of a master cultivator!? In just three years, he has advanced from the realm of great perfection of a disciple cultivator to the realm of a master cultivator? How is this possible!” Liu Qianqian was also greatly surprised, but soon she was relieved: How could a person who was chosen by his father as a personal disciple be treated as an ordinary person!

In front of a tower in the Sky-Watching Pavilion, Liu Shihu was fighting a cultivator. He was knocked down by the cultivator from time to time, screaming in pain. Finally, after Liu Shihu was knocked down dozens of times, the cultivator stopped attacking.

"Good! Very good! This time our Kutian Pavilion will finally have a chance to come to the fore!" Xiu Zun looked at Liu Shihu lying on the ground and smiled proudly.

Liu Shihu struggled to stand up, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and said to the cultivator in a wronged tone: "Uncle Master! I, Liu Shihu, am warlike! But I am not crazy! You hit me too hard! Besides, it would be fine if you knocked me down eight or ten times! Even if it was twenty or thirty times, I could grit my teeth and endure it! But you knocked me down more than fifty times! This is too much! You can't really treat me as an immortal human sandbag!"

"Why are you pretending to be pitiful? Why are you complaining? Come, I will teach you another move today, Willow Tiger. Do you want to learn it?"

"Yes! Why not! Uncle Master is the best to me!"

When Liu Shihu heard that there were new moves to learn, he immediately forgot the pain and ran happily towards the cultivator.

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