In fact, Su Xiaofan rarely saw cultivators fighting. He knew very little about cultivators' methods and was very restrained in his personal martial arts performances. But when it came to the competition, each family would show off their real skills.

The exchange meeting in the afternoon was still announced by Lu'an, but the competition was not called by the host, but each team volunteered.

Perhaps everyone wanted to hide their clumsiness at first, but for a while no one came to the martial arts arena. Lu'an couldn't help but frowned and looked at Zhao Yijian.

Zhao Yijian nodded slightly and transmitted a few words to the audience.

"I'm Jianzong Weinan. I'm here to teach you some clever tricks. It's a good idea."

The disciple of the Sword Sect who was the first to perform martial arts in the morning jumped onto the martial arts field, holding the long sword in his hand and looking at everyone in the audience.

"It's a bit boring to always let the juniors compete and learn from each other. Which of your peers can come up and compete?"

Wei Nan stood on the martial arts field, like a sharp sword unsheathed, and his whole body was so sharp that even the disciples with lower cultivation levels could not look directly at him.

Wei Nan was the last disciple to join the Sword Sect twenty years ago. He was a generation higher than many people in the audience, but there were also many people in the audience who were in the late stages of Qi training.

Jian Zong is the best at attacking. Wei Nan almost suppressed nearly a hundred disciples in the audience with one person, which shows the strength of Jian Zong.

"I come!"

As if Wei Nan had lost face, a person in the audience roared angrily and jumped onto the martial arts field.

"Dong Dacheng of the Dong family, please teach Senior Brother Wei a brilliant move!"

The man who came up looked somewhat similar to Dong Dabin, and his surname was Dong, so there was no need to ask whether he was from the Dong family.

The two of them performed a martial arts salute and each stood at one end of the martial arts arena.

What is a little surprising is that Wei Nan stood still, but Dong Dacheng, who didn't hold a weapon, attacked in front of him without saying a word.

Unlike his nephew Dong Banshuang's weak martial arts performance in the morning, Dong Dacheng seemed to explode the air as soon as he took action, and a loud noise shocked the entire Qingcheng peak.

And Dong Dacheng's speed was not slow either. Following the sound, he had already reached Wei Nan's side, and his right fist struck Wei Nan's chest like lightning.

In the midst of this flash of lightning, the long sword in the scabbard of Wei Nan's left hand suddenly popped out, and his right hand quickly grasped the hilt.

Half of the sword's blade was in the scabbard. Wei Nan used the exposed blade of the scabbard to block Dong Dabin's punch.

With a crisp "dang" sound, Wei Nan's body slid back three meters, while Dong Dacheng also took two steps back.

Everyone thought that Dong Dacheng would suffer a loss. After all, if his fist was against the blade, his fist would naturally suffer.

However, when everyone looked at Dong Dacheng, they discovered that his fist seemed to be coated with a layer of silver luster, and the fist that hit the sword blade just now was not injured at all.

"His gloves are also magic weapons!"

Su Xiaofan could tell at a glance that Dong Dacheng's gloves contained a touch of magic power, but the long sword Wei Nan was holding was just an ordinary long sword made of fine iron, not a magical weapon.

"Senior Brother Wei, take a few more punches from me!"

Dong Dacheng laughed and stepped forward again, his fists making a whirring sound. Under the reflection of the afternoon sun, the gloves actually gave off a dazzling luster, affecting Wei Nan's vision.

However, Wei Nan's swordsmanship was indeed excellent. He did not deliberately distance himself from Dong Dacheng, but held an unsheathed long sword and moved within a very small area to block Dong Dacheng's fist.

It seemed that the ordinary long sword was easy to break, but in Wei Nan's hands, it became very tough. Sometimes it was bent into a semicircle after being beaten, but it still bounced Dong Dacheng's fist out.

Su Xiaofan couldn't take his eyes off this duel. He used to use his strength to overwhelm others, but he never thought that his moves could have such a wonderful effect.

What Su Xiaofan was looking at was not Dong Dacheng. Dong Dacheng had the upper hand with the help of the power of the magic weapon, but Wei Nan, who only defended but did not attack, was undoubtedly superior.

This made Su Xiaofan know that Jianzong's swordsmanship was not only for forward action, but also for passive defense. An unsheathed long sword was mastered by Wei Nan, who was able to neutralize Dong Dacheng's killing moves one by one.

"You really think I can't force you to use your sword?"

Dong Dacheng attacked fiercely for a while, but the opponent didn't even pull out his sword. He suddenly felt that his face was dull, and his fists missed each other, and the attack became more fierce.

"Senior Brother Zhao, if you let Wei Nan play, you are a bit bullying."

Dong Dabin on the stage watched for a while and couldn't help but laugh bitterly, "Wei Nan is only one step away from entering the Three Flowers Gathering, right? Is he using Dacheng to practice his sword?"

"The pressure is still not enough. We are still a little short of advancing."

Zhao Yijian was also frowning at this moment. Perhaps only a cultivator at the Three Flowers Gathering level could make Wei Nan feel the pressure and break the shackles of his cultivation.

"Junior Brother Jing, how about we let Junior Brother Xiaofan take action later?" Zhao Yijian looked at Jing Shizhen who was sitting next to him.

"No, Xiaofan takes action, and Wei Nan has no room to fight back." Jing Shizhen shook his head.

Su Xiaofan in the audience twitched his ears and heard the conversation on the stage. He smiled bitterly and said through his spiritual consciousness: "Senior Brother Zhao, my master is right, I will strike a palm thunder. Do you think Wei Nan can block it?"

Can you live there?"

"Then forget it."

Zhao Yijian shook his head after hearing this. The thunder in the palm was a long-distance attack technique. Before Wei Nan mastered flying swords, he was afraid that a thunder in the palm could put him down, and it would not be effective in practicing swordsmanship.

"Brother Zhao, what Wei Nan lacks is the training of life and death. This kind of competition is of little use."

Lu'an said: "We will clear out a restricted area in a while and ask Wei Nan to go with us. If he doesn't die, he should be able to advance."

Lu'an was also envious of a genius like Wei Nan who could advance without the need for inner elixirs, so he was willing to give Wei Nan this opportunity.

"Hmm? Then thank you, Senior Brother Lu'an."

Zhao Yijian was overjoyed when he heard this. The relevant departments would definitely send out elite soldiers and generals to clear the restricted area. The danger was certainly there, but it should not be fatal, otherwise Lu'an would not have raised the issue.

While several people were having a conversation on the stage, the winner was also decided on the martial arts field.

Wei Nan felt the pressure from the other party's inability to bring him a breakthrough, so he didn't hold back anymore.

There was only a crisp sound of "dang", a sword light circled around Dong Dacheng's body, and the long sword was put back into its sheath.

"Senior Brother Wei, I understand, I'm still far behind."

Dong Dacheng stood there without punching again, with a wry smile on his face. Others didn't know what happened, but he knew it clearly.

"Brother Dong's boxing skills are fierce, and Wei Nan also admires him." Holding the sword in both hands, Wei Nan returned the salute.

"In this competition, Wei Nan wins!"

Liu'an on the judges' bench announced the winner.

"How did you win? Wasn't it Dong Dacheng who was suppressing Wei Nan?"

"That's right, Dong Dacheng clearly has the upper hand."

"Black whistle, the referee issued a black whistle."

Liu'an's face turned a little dark when he heard the discussion below. It seems that in the future, the masters will not be allowed to compete in the competition, because the group of low-hands below cannot understand.

But without Lu'an's explanation, the answer was soon revealed.

Just when Dong Dacheng stepped down, a powerful wind blew, and the double-breasted top that Dong Dacheng was wearing was opened from the chest.
Chapter completed!