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"Junior Brother Jingyu and Xiaofan have already sparred, and Senior Brother Qi has come all this way, which isn't easy. It just so happens that Junior Brother has been itching for a fight lately, and his bones are a bit loose. How about... we exchange a few blows as an apology from Senior Brother Qi, and also to help my master, mistress, and the other junior brothers and sisters who got beaten up to calm them down?"

He said it so casually, as if it were a spur-of-the-moment decision.

But everyone in Shoujing Hall knew that this was about personally picking up the lost face of Dazhu Peak.

A glint of light flashed beneath Tian Buyi's drooping eyelids, but he remained silent, which could be considered tacit approval.

Su Ru took a soft breath and didn't stop him, looking at Jiang Xiaochuan with concern in her eyes.

Song Daren's fellow disciples stared intently at him.

Tian Ling'er bit her lip, her eyes unblinking.

Qi Hao knew perfectly well that the sparring was just a pretense, but he couldn't refuse.

In a flash, he made his decision.

His smile deepened, and he cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Since Junior Brother Jiang is so kind, how could Qi Hao dare to refuse? It's just a friendly spar; let's stop here and not spoil the mood."

"Of course." Jiang Xiaochuan nodded and took the lead in walking towards the open space in front of Shoujing Hall. "Senior Brother Qi, please."

Everyone rushed over, and Zhang Xiaofan, supported by Song Daren, stood under the eaves, watching nervously.

The two stood facing each other in the open space.

Qi Hao, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a calm and composed demeanor, yet displaying the bearing of a senior disciple of a lineage.

He summoned his immortal sword, its blade gleaming with a faint white light and a chilling aura; it was none other than the "Frost" immortal sword.

Jiang Xiaochuan remained as relaxed and carefree as ever. With a flick of his wrist, the dark red spear slid into his palm.

"Senior Brother Qi, please." Jiang Xiaochuan raised his hand.

Qi Hao stopped being polite, and with a clear hum from his Frost Immortal Sword, he transformed into a beam of white light and pierced straight at Jiang Xiaochuan.

The speed was not fast, and a lot of force was held back.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't move until the sword light was less than three feet from his chest. Then he flicked his wrist, and the dark red spear shadow came from behind, hitting the spine of the Frost Immortal Sword precisely.

With a soft "ding!" sound, Qi Hao's expression changed slightly.

The force transmitted from the sword was not great, but it was extremely solid, and it also had a strange suction force, as if it was absorbing a portion of his essence and spiritual power.

He lowered his wrist, the sword light swirled, drew an arc, and slashed towards Jiang Xiaochuan's neck, the speed suddenly several times faster than before.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't move his feet, but twisted his waist slightly, and the gun barrel somehow stood upright at his side with another "clang," and it was firmly in place.

But this time Qi Hao felt it even more clearly; the suction force was stronger.

He felt a chill run down his spine and no longer dared to hold back.

With a low shout, the Frost Immortal Sword shone brightly, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and tiny ice crystals condensed in the air.

The sword's momentum unfolded, like snowflakes fluttering down, or like an icy river rolling back, layer upon layer enveloping Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan moved, his feet shifted, and instead of retreating, he advanced, slipping into the icy sword light like an eel.

The spear in his hand wasn't fancy at all; it relied purely on brute force to achieve miracles.

The sounds of "ding-ding-dang-dang" blended together, dense as rain.

Qi Hao grew increasingly alarmed as he grew older. His swordsmanship was exquisite, his spiritual power profound, and his icy sword energy could even slow down his opponent's movements.

But this was completely useless against the opponent's unreasonable and domineering force.

The gun was so heavy that his hand went numb with every impact.

The gun was so fast that it seemed as if every move he made could be seen through.

Even more deadly was that the strange sucking force, though slow, was continuously absorbing his spiritual power, and even... his blood and qi.

This can't go on.

A fierce glint flashed in Qi Hao's eyes. He feinted with his sword, then withdrew dozens of steps, the Frost Immortal Sword hovering in front of him. His hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals. He chanted incantations, and spiritual energy surged forth from his body.

"Bang bang bang".

Thick, translucent ice walls, each a foot thick, materialized out of thin air, layer upon layer, forming more than ten in an instant.

It stands between him and Jiang Xiaochuan.

The ice wall exuded a bone-chilling cold and was incredibly sturdy.

Jiang Xiaochuan's figure stopped in front of the ice wall. He glanced at the thick ice wall, curled his lip, and without saying a word, swung his gun and smashed it.

"Snap!"

A teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.

The first ice wall shattered just like that.

Jiang Xiaochuan seemed to think it was too slow, so he raised his spear, which emitted a dark red light and shot straight out with a "whoosh".

"Click, click, click!"

The gun continued its momentum, striking the second ice wall and shattering it; then the third, and it shattered as well.

Unstoppable momentum.

Qi Hao's pupils dilated in shock, and his expression changed drastically.

He frantically channeled his spiritual power, causing the ice wall to thicken and reinforce itself continuously.

But that dark red spear was like a savage beast that had broken into the icy plains, its pure power crushing everything.

The ice walls exploded one after another, sending ice shards flying everywhere. Under the sunlight, they shimmered with iridescent colors, creating a unique and beautiful sight.

The dozen or so ice walls crumbled in just a few breaths.

Jiang Xiaochuan's figure emerged from the icy mist, his dark red spear carrying a suffocating pressure. The spear tip stopped three inches from Qi Hao's throat.

A chill spread from the tip of the spear.

Qi Hao stood frozen in place, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

The Frost Immortal Sword hung beside him, its light dimmed, emitting a low hum.

There was a deathly silence in front of Shoujing Hall.

The only sounds were the rustling of the wind through the bamboo leaves and the suppressed breathing of the crowd.

The gloom on Tian Buyi's face had vanished, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards, only to be forcibly suppressed and then uncontrollably turn upwards again. He then stroked his beard with feigned composure.

Su Ru covered her mouth, her surprise slowly turning into a smile.

Song Daren and his fellow disciples loosened their fists, looked at each other, and their faces lit up with a triumphant glow.

Ignore Tian Ling'er, Zhang Xiaofan, Lin Jingyu, and the others whose eyes are practically overflowing with stars.

Jiang Xiaochuan flicked his wrist, putting away the gun, and the pressure instantly disappeared.

He put on that lazy smile again, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Senior Brother Qi, you flatter me. Your technique of condensing ice into a wall is really solid. My hands are getting a little sore."

Qi Hao took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and the turbulent waves in his heart.

He sheathed the Frost Immortal Sword, straightened his slightly disheveled robes, and a smile returned to his face.

He cupped his hands in greeting, his voice clear and bright, showing no sign of defeat, and said, "Junior Brother Jiang's Taoist arts are profound and his magical treasures are wondrous. Qi Hao... admires you."

He paused, then turned to Tian Buyi and Su Ru in front of the hall and bowed deeply. "Today, I have met the talents of Dazhu Peak and realized that there are always people more capable than you. Uncle Tian, ​​Uncle Su, it seems that in the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament two years from now, Dazhu Peak will surely shine brightly and wipe away our shame."

That was a beautifully said statement, a clean admission of defeat, and a perfectly timed compliment. It even included consideration for the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament two years later, giving Tian Buyi ample face.

Tian Buyi's grudge was finally smoothed out, and a genuine smile appeared on his chubby face.

"Young people, it's a good thing to learn from each other and encourage one another."

"Ling'er, Junior Nephew Lin is young and doesn't know his limits, so don't take it to heart."

The last sentence was addressed to Tian Ling'er, essentially defining the nature of the matter and putting an end to it.

Tian Ling'er snorted, turned her face away, and said nothing.

Qi Hao bowed again and nodded to Jiang Xiaochuan before taking Lin Jingyu, whose expression was complicated, and they rode up on their swords, transforming into two beams of light that disappeared into the sky.

Watching them leave, Tian Buyi finally relaxed. He put his hands behind his back, walked up to Jiang Xiaochuan, looked him up and down, and after a long pause, finally managed to say, "Hmm... so-so, didn't embarrass me."

Jiang Xiaochuan chuckled, leaned closer, and lowered his voice, "Master, how is it? Are you feeling better now?"

Tian Buyi's lips twitched; he tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't.

Finally, he waved his hand dismissively, like shooing away flies: "Get lost, get lost, stop trying to act cute here."

"Alright!" Jiang Xiaochuan said with a grin.

"Well... Master, since I behaved alright today and didn't embarrass you, could I discuss something with you?"