Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Xiaoyi poured all his true energy into the "Viewing the Vast Ocean" sword and slashed horizontally at the opponent's sword energy!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Xiao Lingyun's sword energy was shattered, turning into countless bursts of energy that scattered in all directions.

Using the momentum of the sword strike, Xie Xiaoyi moved like a swallow, and in the blink of an eye, he was beside Xiao Lingyun.

He reached out with his left hand and began to practice the "Three Forms of the Great Dragon Skill" passed down by Hua Youwu.

"God, Dragon, Swing, Tail!"

With a flick of his arm, he struck Xiao Lingyun in the chest!

"puff!"

Xiao Lingyun was struck as if by a heavy blow, and was sent flying backward, heading straight to the east.

"Senior Brother!"

Luo Yidao and Ding Yi's expressions changed drastically, and they both leaped out to catch him.

Xiao Lingyun clutched his chest and looked up at Xie Xiaoyi on the training ground.

He realized he had been careless, letting the opponent strike first, only to be caught off guard by a swift and deadly attack.

When they tried to turn the tide, the opponent seized their weakness and crushed them in one fell swoop.

He never expected that Xie Mo's martial arts skills would improve so much in less than a year.

Although unwilling, I still said, "I lost."

Xie Xiaoyi himself did not expect that he would defeat Xiao Lingyun, who had almost "killed" him, by using only three moves of Hua Youwu's "Drunken Sword Immortal".

He was secretly pleased, but said aloud, "Brother Xiao, you flatter me."

He then sheathed his sword, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Situ Rui on the high platform, and turned to return directly to the west side of the brocade platform.

As soon as he regained his footing, Lu Fang approached him lazily, nudging his shoulder lightly with his elbow:

"Not bad, this Sword Two Breaks Wood is quite interesting."

The little tiger-rhinoceros monk clasped his hands together in prayer:

"Thank you, benefactor! I knew you could win! That palm strike just now was quite good, but it was too soft and lacked power!"

Xie Xiaoyi smiled slightly, thinking to himself, "No strength? You're just naturally strong, everyone else looks weak and limp to you, okay?"

Just as she was about to reply, Xue Xiaoqi walked over gracefully, her eyes smiling.

"Impressive skills. Seeing them today, you truly live up to your reputation. That 'Dragon Tail Swing' move was a real eye-opener."

Xie Xiaoyi chuckled awkwardly, "My 'Dragon Tail Swing' move can be used for other things too."

"Oh? What else can it do?"

Xie Xiaoyi's gaze swept over the waistline of her red dress, and he silently echoed her words in his mind.

"capable"."

Seeing Xie Xiaoyi lost in thought, Xue Xiaoqi asked him curiously, "Then I'd like to see it sometime."

Xie Xiaoyi was delighted.

"Alright, my Dragon Tail Sweep has another wonderful use. I hope to have the opportunity to spar with Miss Xue."

"Senior Brother—" came a hurried whisper from the side of the training ground.

Xie Xiaoyi subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and when he saw the person's features clearly, he was stunned—

It was Murong Wei.

Yun Qianxun stood beside her, her plain white dress accentuating her aloof figure. Her gaze swept lightly across the stage, showing no emotion.

This number one manor in the world is truly magnificent!

These two stunning beauties... I just realized that one of them was someone I had both slept with and saved.

The thought of saving Murong Wei made Xie Xiaoyi feel depressed, because he remembered his master, Hua Tianyi.

His dazed gaze met Murong Wei's eyes directly.

The moment their eyes met, Murong Wei's heart skipped a beat—

The person in front of her was the one who had risked his life to save her, and he had said something inexplicable like, "I don't owe you anything anymore."

Unexpectedly, not only has his injury healed, but he has also entered the "Hidden Dragon List" of the number one manor in the world.

At this moment, the manor lord Situ Rui's gaze fell on Xiao Lingyun on the brocade platform on the east side. "Young Hero Xiao, how serious is your injury from that blow?"

Xiao Lingyun clasped his hands and bowed, his voice steady: "Thank you for your mercy, Brother. My injuries are not serious."

Situ Rui nodded, and then Chao Chuan Wujie gave a slight nod.

Chuan Wujie understood, immediately stepped to the center of the training ground, and announced loudly:

"The second sword duel: Xue Xiaoqi from the west side versus Yan Li from the east side!"

After he finished speaking, a wave of gasps and discussions erupted from the audience.

All eyes were fixed on the brocade platforms on the east and west sides.

"Xue Xiaoqi! She's the daughter of Yue Xiaoshen of the Demonic Sect! Her mother was once the second most beautiful woman in the world, second only to Xie Lingyun!"

"The number one on the Hidden Dragon Ranking versus the fourth-ranked rising star of the Demonic Sect—this match is ten times more exciting than the last one!"

"Yue Xiaoshen was once a renowned figure in the martial arts world; who would have thought her daughter would be so dazzling and flamboyant? This is going to be quite a spectacle!"

At this moment, Xue Xiaoqi smiled at the people on the west side of Jintai and said, "It's my turn to stand up for our west side! Cheer me on!"

Xie Xiaoyi grinned: "I believe in you, keep it up!"

Lu Fang rested his head on one hand and said with a faint smile, "Have a good time, 'Little Witch'."

Xue Xiaoqi raised the corners of her mouth slightly and nodded.

The little tiger-rhinoceros monk saw that Xue Xiaoqi had a graceful figure and a bright, beautiful face, and that she was talking to him.

He was so embarrassed that his face turned completely red, and he put his hands together in a gesture of respect, not daring to say a word.

Silently recite in your heart: Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form...

Huh?

That's not right!

How come I remember it was that lust is greed, and greed is lust?

Which one is it?

Tiger scratched his head, looking completely bewildered.

At this moment, the crowd below the martial arts arena saw a red shadow flash by, and Xue Xiaoqi had already rushed to the center of the arena.

Her red dress accentuated her graceful figure, and her charming eyes revealed a hint of the flamboyant and sharp spirit unique to the Demonic Sect.

It's hard not to be captivated by it.

Xie Xiaoyi lowered his head, the older brother advising his younger brother:

Calm down, calm down. This is not the right occasion for you to "stand up," that would be too arrogant.

On the eastern brocade platform, Yan Li, ranked first on the Hidden Dragon List, set off.

With a light touch of his toes, his white robes fluttered like flowing snow, and in an instant he landed on the opposite side of the field.

The two swords he carried gleamed coldly in the sunlight. His posture was upright, his sharpness was restrained, yet he exuded a striking and handsome aura.

He nodded slightly to Xue Xiaoqi, his tone calm and composed, exuding the noble air of a young master from a prestigious family.

"Greetings, Miss Snow!"

"Young Master Yan greets you!"

"Then, Miss Snow, please draw your weapons?"

"I only use my hands."

Upon hearing this, Yan Li frowned slightly, revealing his handsome features.

"Then be careful, Miss Xue. Behind me are two swords, one named 'One Moment' and the other named 'One Lifetime'."

Upon hearing this, Xue Xiaoqi's lips curved into a bright smile, and she raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear:

"Young Master Yan, you're too kind."

"Alright, I'll let you have three sword strikes."

These words immediately sparked a heated discussion among the audience.

"Another instance of letting Xie Mo win? Just now, Xiao Lingyun of the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect let Xie Mo win a single sword strike, and he was almost killed by that dragon's tail sweep!"

"Are all the people at Jintai on the east side this arrogant? Yan Li even gave them three sword strikes; do they really think the Western Demonic Sect is a pushover?"

"They're putting on airs like a prestigious family! Don't follow Xiao Lingyun's example and end up shooting yourself in the foot!"

Xie Xiaoyi watched with great interest; the red and white battle reminded him of the arcade game he played before he traveled back in time—12-player Street Fighter.

Ron vs. Ken.

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