Mortal: Starting by joining the Falling Cloud Sect

After easily defeating the burly Xiong Ba, Zhou Qing stepped off the stage, intending to find a quiet place to rest his mind.

The final round of the competition was very tight, with only one day to select the final ten people, so there wasn't much time to return to the courtyard to rest.

This practice seems to be intentional on the part of the sect.

"Next match, Yin Jianfeng's Xunyan will face Li Shouli of Tianquan Peak," the law enforcement cultivator announced calmly.

As soon as the words were spoken, both opponents flew onto the ring.

Before the fight even began, a series of murmurs and discussions arose from the audience.

"Why is it an old man? Although there's no age limit for the Yunmeng Tournament, this junior brother is already so old, why is he even participating?"

"Perhaps he's unwilling to admit he's getting old, but it's a pity he's run into Junior Brother Xun. Looks like he's in for some bad luck."

"His surname is Xun! Could this person be from the Xun family, a renowned cultivation clan in our Xi Kingdom?"

As Zhou Qing walked along the road, he overheard these words and turned to look at the elderly cultivator, Li Shouli.

This person had an old face and small eyes, but there was a hint of cunning in them.

The old monk paid no attention to the discussions below the stage. Instead, his eyes gleamed with cunning and calculation as he sized up his opponent.

After taking one look, Zhou Qing regained his composure and went to find a place to rest.

Before long, a cry of surprise came from outside the great formation behind them, it seemed that the outcome of the battle was already decided!

On the other side, in the stone pavilion.

Song Yao held a spirit fruit in each hand, took a bite from the left and then the right, and said in a crisp voice, "Sister, Brother Zhou was so amazing just now! He took down that big guy so easily."

"Zhou Qing's cultivation is superior. He can release spells and talismans simultaneously while fully activating his magical artifact, which shows his profound magical power. Coupled with his proper use of tactics, he was able to win so easily."

Song Yu smiled gently and replied softly, then thought to herself, "It seems my judgment isn't bad after all."

On the arena, one contest after another unfolded.

Because there is not much time to prepare before the competition, it puts the disciples on the spot to the test even more.

In every battle, both sides exert every effort to win.

The tight competition schedule and the exciting battles kept the disciples watching from outside the formation thoroughly entertained, with cheers ringing out continuously.

As time goes by, this sect conference is coming to an end, and it will also be the climax of the conference!

Twenty disciples have already broken through the encirclement. They only need one more competition to successfully enter the top ten, win the Foundation Establishment Pill as a reward, and gain the qualification to go to the Cloud Dream Secret Realm.

"Next match, Zhou Qing from Baifeng Peak will face Qin Ming from Suoyan Peak."

The announcement of the two opponents immediately sparked a discussion among the disciples below the stage, and even the disciples from other arenas turned their attention to this match.

There's no other reason than that these two people are simply too famous, at least at this Yunmeng Conference.

"This is going to be interesting. Both of them are at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, and they won their previous matches easily with overwhelming force. They must both have some tricks up their sleeves. Now, for this final Foundation Establishment Pill, they'll have to fight with all their might! Senior Brother Hu, who do you think will win?"

"As a disciple of Suoyan Peak, I naturally have high hopes for Junior Nephew Qin. Although Junior Nephew Qin's cultivation is only at the Qi Refining stage, his mastery of talisman techniques is something that even we Foundation Establishment disciples might not be able to match."

"Oh? To receive such praise from Senior Brother Hu." The speaker initially looked puzzled, but quickly realized what he meant. "His surname is Qin, could he be Elder Qin, the deputy peak master of your peak...?"

The other person smiled without saying a word.

On the arena.

Zhou Qing listened to the discussions below the stage, his expression unchanged. His sharp eyes scrutinized his opponent, and the emerald green longsword in his hand seemed to be drawing from its sheath.

Standing opposite him was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a royal blue Taoist robe, with delicate features.

A white cloud-patterned sash was tied around his waist, with two bulging storage bags hanging from it, presumably containing quite a few things.

At this moment, the young man also looked at Zhou Qing with a solemn expression, his fingers unconsciously reaching for the storage bag at his waist.

As soon as the law enforcement cultivator shouted "Begin," Qin Ming moved instantly.

He then clenched his hands together, holding two talismans between them, and was about to release them with a flick of his wrists.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qing was even faster. With a flick of his sword, a streak of green light flashed before everyone's eyes.

It was so fast! So fast that no one expected it at all!

Qin Ming stood there stunned, a chill running down his back, causing him to unconsciously swallow.

The azure light finally revealed its true form: a jade-green longsword, its tip pointing directly at Qin Ming's brow, as if it would pierce through his head in the next instant.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Qin Ming finally snapped out of his daze, letting his hands fall limply to his sides, allowing the talismans between his fingers to slip and drift to the ground.

"I give up!"

Although admitting defeat was ten or even a hundred times more humiliating than being knocked off the stage, Qin Ming had lost all will to fight at this moment.

Knowing that the gap in strength between him and Zhou Qing was too great, he realized that continuing to fight would only bring him humiliation, so he dejectedly flew away from the arena.

As Qin Ming voluntarily conceded defeat, the law enforcement cultivators immediately announced the result: "Zhou Qing of Bai Feng Peak wins!"

Zhou Qing made a hand seal to retrieve his Qingfeng sword, let out a long breath, and flew off the arena.

Even with such full force in wielding the Azure Edge Sword, he felt he couldn't keep up, and his mana was being drained almost frantically.

He would never have used it lightly unless he was facing a formidable opponent like Qin Ming.

In the previous rounds, Qin Ming's mastery of talisman techniques impressed Zhou Qing.

With a variety of spells at his fingertips and a continuous stream of talismans, even Zhou Qing would find it extremely troublesome to be engaged in a prolonged battle with such an opponent.

Therefore, he made up his mind to win by speed.

The talisman takes time to activate, and he used this time difference to fully activate the Qingfeng Sword, unleashing its fastest speed to win in one strike.

However, Zhou Qing was indeed very satisfied with the agility and speed that Qingfeng Sword displayed in this battle, covering a distance of tens of meters in the blink of an eye.

At this speed, disciples in the Qi Refining stage simply cannot react and can only wait to be captured.

The fact that the "battle of the dragons and tigers" ended so quickly caused a stir among the crowd.

"Am I seeing things? Senior Brother Qin Ming was defeated in just one move? What kind of magic weapon did that Senior Brother Zhou from White Phoenix Peak use? It's incredibly powerful! His speed is so fast that I can't even keep up with my eyes." A young disciple in the audience exclaimed loudly.

"In my opinion, it must be a top-tier magic artifact!" another middle-aged disciple said with great confidence.

"A top-tier magic weapon? I've seen quite a few top-tier magic weapons, but in my opinion, none of them can compare to Senior Brother Zhou Qing's."

"A top-tier magic weapon, how wonderful." The young disciple murmured to himself, his eyes filled with a mixture of envy and anticipation.

On the other side, in the stands of the Foundation Establishment stage disciples.

The cultivator surnamed Hu's expression was extremely solemn. Qin Ming was the strongest disciple below the Foundation Establishment stage of their Lock Smoke Peak, and he had been defeated so easily.

"If Zhou Qing had been at the Foundation Establishment stage, could I have blocked that sword strike?" the cultivator surnamed Hu wondered to himself before falling into deep thought.

Meanwhile, the other Foundation Establishment cultivator who had spoken to him earlier had quietly left and returned to Illusion Stone Peak.