Why do you always want to be my Taoist partner?

The more he asked, the happier the audience laughed. But Jiang Li's expression became even weirder. "What are you laughing at?"

"What he holds in his hand is a Heavenly Grade Spirit Sword. With just a little spiritual energy, he can easily break my spiritual shield and cut and pierce a few large holes in my body."

"If you were me today, would you laugh?" Jiang Li looked at them quietly, but the audience was still laughing.

"Forget it." Jiang Li shrugged.

He turned around and faced Qian Tingsheng in front of him. "If I ask to use the black iron sword, is that okay?"

Qian Tingsheng said calmly, "I have long stopped using such an inferior sword."

"This seems a bit unfair." Jiang Li said.

"You want fairness? Then do I have to lower my cultivation level to the initial stage of foundation building to give you fairness?" Qian Tingsheng's eyes were filled with mockery.

"That's true. There is no fairness in this world." Jiang Li nodded, then took out a black iron sword from his storage ring.

"Then let's get started."

There was no longer the gentle and lazy smile on his face. He glanced at the crowd whispering and occasionally laughing in the audience. He shook his head gently and sighed. The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost and he drew his sword.

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The Black Iron Sword is a spiritual sword that every disciple receives upon entering the sect. Jiang Li used the Black Iron Sword for seven years, polishing it carefully every day. Whenever there was a small defect, he would immediately start the furnace to repair it carefully. Unfortunately, it was later chopped into pieces by someone else's spiritual sword during a battle with a wandering cultivator at the foot of the mountain, and he could no longer use it.

Even if one is an inner sect disciple, if he wants a good sword, he has to earn sect contribution points for a long time, and even if he earns points for a lifetime, it is impossible to exchange it for a heavenly grade spiritual sword.

Not at all.

So Jiang Li didn't understand why they were laughing. It seemed that they took everything for granted. As long as it didn't happen to them, as long as it wasn't suffering that happened to them, it would be funny.

The black iron sword was indeed very weak. Jiang Li did not use the "sharpness" he had that day, because even with "sharpness" it could not cut off Qian Tingsheng's sword. He relied entirely on his sword skills and combat experience to dodge every sword from Qian Tingsheng, and then cut the black iron sword on his chest. Unfortunately, the black iron sword could only make a vibrating sound, and it was the sword in his hand that cracked first.

Jiang Li and Qian Tingsheng fought for a hundred moves. During these hundred moves, Qian Tingsheng used a total of one hundred and one swords, but not a single sword hit Jiang Li. He just dodged them all. Jiang Li's sword hit his chest sixty-seven times, but the black iron sword could only touch Qian Tingsheng's spiritual shield and could only consume part of his spiritual energy, that's all.

Jiang Li was a little tired, so he took a step back. Fortunately, Qian Tingsheng gave him a chance to catch his breath. There was a kind of playfulness in his eyes, like a cat and mouse. Jiang Li looked at the audience, and after a while, he suddenly said.

"Do you know why I came to fight with Qian Tingsheng?"

No one in the audience said anything, because they didn't understand why Jiang Li was talking so much nonsense. Jiang Li thought for a while, "Because I was very close to the girl he was pursuing, he kept looking for trouble with me, forcing me to come to him and challenge him to a duel."

"I saw that you all seemed to be laughing happily just now. If one day your Senior Brother Qian Tingsheng fell in love with the girl you liked, and you talked to her a few more words in a friendly way, and Senior Brother Qian Tingsheng also treated you like this, would you still laugh?"

"Does it mean that I can be bullied at will just because my cultivation is low? I don't have a good sword, so I deserve to be in such an awkward situation today. If I had made a slight mistake just now, that sword would have cut off my neck directly, and I would have died miserably."

"Anyway, you are all laughing so happily. If Qian Tingsheng takes a fancy to the girl you like someday, why don't you also smile happily and then hand the girl to Qian Tingsheng's bed. Maybe he will pat you on the shoulder to reward you."

The laughter in the audience had completely died down, but everyone's expressions had become complicated.

Jiang Li stopped looking at them. Killing them was enough.

Then, he took out two swords from the storage ring.

"But fortunately, I actually have two good swords."

Jiang Li held the spiritual sword that Bai Sheng gave him in his left hand, and pushed the sword to its limit. The aura of the spiritual sword continued to rise, from the initial level to the peak of the heavenly level. It was a pity that Jiang Li's spiritual energy was too thin, otherwise this sword should have been a top-grade sword.

In Jiang Li's right hand was holding the Xuehua sword that Yue Ji had given him. It was the sword that Mu Xuezhi, the leader of Xuantian Dao Ji Sect, had used for three hundred years. Naturally, it was also a top-grade heavenly sword. It had been dormant on the eighth floor of Qiyue Pavilion for too long. At this moment, it finally showed its edge. The sword energy now revealed the suffocating aura that Mu Xuezhi had once had.

He held both swords tightly in his hands, and Jiang Li looked at Qian Tingsheng opposite him.

"What means of survival do you have, or what trump cards have you prepared? Get them all ready. I will only strike with one sword."

No, wait.

If two swords are used together, does it count as one sword or two swords?

Jiang Li suddenly started to worry about this boring question again.

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ps: Super cost-effective chapter.

Chapter 82: Chapter : How do you want the reward?

Qian Tingsheng's body suddenly became a little stiff.

His pupils dilated and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

His previous confidence and teasing were all based on the fact that Jiang Li had no way of breaking his spiritual energy shield. However, from the previous one hundred swords competition, he had actually become very clear about one thing.

If he was also using a heavenly grade spiritual sword, then the sixty-seven sword strikes on his chest would be enough to kill him sixty-seven times.

He had no scruples when he attacked earlier. After all, even though they were fighting with swords, it was common to fail. The sword moves that Jiang Li had used earlier had already made him feel fearful in his heart. If Jiang Li's cultivation was not just at the initial stage of foundation building, if he had more than just this one black iron sword, he would never be able to catch up with him in the future.

Therefore, each of his swords contained murderous intent, but Jiang Li could always dodge it easily like a loach.

At this moment, the two swords in Jiang Li's hands exuded the aura of a peak heavenly-grade spiritual sword, which was definitely not something that his spiritual shield could block. Jiang Li only needed to strike with one more sword like before, and his chest would be torn apart, and maybe even his heart would be cut in half.

What's more, he has two swords!

Jiang Li's face showed the same expression again, it was the same when he had the sword fight with Mu Ge that day, so indifferent, as if there was not the slightest emotion at all, as if he had already made up his mind about the result, he knew what would happen if he swung the sword, so he was indifferent.

Qian Tingsheng's sword intent had just been unleashed when it was completely suppressed by Jiang Li's aura in an instant. He could no longer even feel his sword intent. His mind was blank and he was almost forgetting his sword moves.

It was drizzling, but after his sword power appeared, the rain suddenly turned into a heavy downpour. In the heavy rain, the two swords in Jiang Li's hands flashed with sharp light, one black and one white.

Jiang Li can use both the left and right-hand swords. The advantage of his innate sword body is that he can learn sword moves almost without any instruction after seeing them for the first time. Therefore, he never pursued any sword moves and has been studying sword postures.

The sword's power depends on the strength of the soul and the understanding of the connection between this world and oneself, so he draws talismans and formations every day. This is a means of training the soul and is also his way of practicing swordsmanship.

Qian Tingsheng's hand holding the sword opposite him was already shaking.

He had never encountered such a scene before, but he probably already had an idea in his heart. He had already eaten the step-up pill that Qian Bupin had given him. His cultivation began to soar, and the spiritual energy that he had originally consumed was also fully restored. At this moment, his cultivation had reached the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage, which was three major realms behind Jiang Li.

But he didn't even have the slightest hope of winning.

The two swords in Jiang Li's hands had locked onto him, and he could not dodge or escape. He held his breath and tried to get into the starting position of Hidden Kill again, locking onto Jiang Li, but Jiang Li in front of him even made him feel ethereal, as if he himself was in this world.

Jiang Li just looked at him like this, just like when Qian Tingsheng spoke those words to him before, there was also a hint of teasing in Jiang Li's eyes.

He gave Qian Tingsheng time to prepare, so at this moment he could still calmly ask, "I gave you a chance just now."

Qian Tingsheng was stunned.

"I originally thought you were just stupid, because you practiced swordsmanship all day and your brain got messed up, so when you saw me and Yue Ji getting close, you sent people to cause trouble for me. But actually, you're not bad, you're just stupid."

"But every strike you made just now was meant to kill me." Jiang Li was silent for a while, "We are from the same sect. To me, Xuantian Dao Ji Zong is my home, so I don't have too much ill will towards you."

"Why do you want to kill me?" Jiang Li looked at him softly. His voice passed through the heavy rain and fell into Qian Tingsheng's ears, but Qian Tingsheng's lips were trembling and he couldn't speak at this moment.

In the rain, Qian Tingsheng's vision became a little blurred. He couldn't see Jiang Li's body clearly, but he seemed to be walking towards him step by step. Qian Tingsheng subconsciously wanted to escape, escape from him, but at this moment his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Finally, when Jiang Li was about to walk to Qian Tingsheng, a figure came to the sword-discussing stage and stood in front of Jiang Li with a serious and indifferent expression.

"I admit defeat on behalf of Qian Tingsheng. You win, Jiang Li."

The one who came on stage was Qian Buyun. He saw everything clearly from the audience. He understood that Qian Tingsheng had absolutely no power to fight back at this moment. Even if he took the pill, he would definitely be defeated by Jiang Li's swords.

And since Qian Tingsheng had treated Jiang Li in this way before, there was no guarantee that Jiang Li would be angry and directly pierce his qi sea, destroying his cultivation, or even... killing him.

"The sword fight isn't over yet." Jiang Li said calmly.

"I admit defeat on his behalf, can't you hear me?" There was some anger in Qian Buyun's eyes, and the pressure of the Void Refinement Stage appeared all of a sudden. He was able to completely suppress Jiang Li's cultivation, but he could not suppress the overwhelming sword intent.

"I want to hear him say it himself." Jiang Li's expression did not change at all, even though the pressure from Qian Buyun had caused his blood to flow backwards and his face turned pale.

Qian Tingsheng's eyes were fixed on Jiang Li, and everyone in the audience was looking at him at this moment.

He is the eldest senior brother of Hidden Sword Peak. His defeat represents the defeat of the entire Hidden Sword Sect, and will also turn everything he has done in the past twenty years into a joke. He has clearly enjoyed the best resources and possessed the sharpest spirit sword, but at this moment he is defeated so miserably.

He just couldn't say it no matter what. His pride wouldn't allow him to say it, and Qian Bujun was staring at his face at this moment, motioning him to say those two words quickly and admit defeat.

"I won't!" Qian Tingsheng suddenly roared.

But the next second, Qian Buyun slapped him on the head, "Isn't this enough?!"

Qian Tingsheng stared blankly at the Qian Tingsheng in front of him, and at this moment Jiang Li took two steps back and watched the show quietly. The fire in Qian Tingsheng's eyes finally slowly went out. When he was about to speak, an ethereal voice like ice and snow suddenly came to everyone's ears.

"Let them finish their sword fight themselves."

The moment everyone heard this voice, they all raised their heads and looked towards the dreamy figure like ice and snow that appeared below the sword-fighting arena. As soon as she appeared, the heavy rain turned into ice and snow.

Mu Xuezhi was wearing a white dress, her face was plain and elegant, her eyes were cold, and the aura around her made many of the watching disciples shrink back and feel that breathing had become much more difficult.

Before Qian Buying on the stage could even open his mouth, he was dragged off the stage by a powerful force. Now, only Jiang Li and Qian Tingsheng were left on the stage.

"Elder, why bother to get involved in the debate between disciples? A sword fight is a matter of life and death. If you ask him to step forward and admit defeat now, it will only ruin his swordsmanship." Mu Xuezhi's voice was cold, and Qian Buwan quickly lowered his head in shame.

"understood."

"Let's continue the sword fight. Jiang Li, draw your sword."

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Jiang Li glanced at Mu Xuezhi in the audience.

Mu Xuezhi's eyes stayed on the Xuehua sword in his hand, as if she was reminiscing a little. Jiang Li responded faintly and clenched the two swords in his hands. He once again replicated her sword moves in front of Mu Xuezhi. The same desolate atmosphere appeared around him, as if everything was empty and nothing was left.

When the first snowflake fell on his sword, his sword shattered the snowflake and moved forward like a stream of light. Qian Tingsheng had used up all his strength at this moment, even burning his blood. His sword blade was burning with red flames. This was his strongest sword at the moment, but before the sword was even swung out, a blood flower had already bloomed on his chest.

Jiang Li's sword was so fast that he couldn't see clearly, so his sword missed, like a punch in the air. His breath gradually became weaker. Jiang Li shook the sword slightly to wash away all the blood on the sword.

Qian Tingsheng fell straight to the ground.

Jiang Li did not kill him, nor did he destroy his Qi Sea. He simply used the tip of his sword to cut a cross-shaped sword flower on his chest as a punishment, allowing him to see the gap between them clearly. That was all.

He came to the fallen Qian Tingsheng and looked down at him.

Qian Tingsheng slowly raised his head. Snowflakes fell on his head. He struggled to raise his head. Jiang Li said calmly, "You said there is no fairness, but there is right and wrong."

"I think what you did is wrong, what do you think?"

Qian Tingsheng was speechless, Jiang Li asked again, "Are you wrong?"

He waited for five or six seconds, and Qian Tingsheng's forehead hit the ground.

"wrong."

His tone was neither gritting his teeth nor begging for mercy. It might have been a little pale, but his attitude was still sincere.

"Just acknowledge your mistake."

Jiang Li put away the two spiritual swords and jumped off the sword-discussing platform.

The disciples below the sword-discussing stage were all dumbfounded. No matter they were from the Hidden Sword Sect or the Yangjian Sect, they all stared at Jiang Li in a daze. Jiang Li looked at them silently. The aura of sword power on his body had not yet dissipated. Every time he took a step, some people retreated, as if they were afraid that Jiang Li would draw his sword and kill people in the next second.

Jiang Li walked in front of Mu Xuezhi and lowered his head slightly.

"Thank you, Sect Master, for rescuing me."

"In the evening, when the sun sets, I'll wait for you at the top of Hanyuan Mountain."

Mu Xuezhi said this lightly, and the next moment her body seemed to be blown away by the wind, and she disappeared from the spot like a ghost. All the disciples looked at Jiang Li with envy, except Mu Bingning, who was sitting in the corner, with a little more confusion in her eyes.

She doesn't understand.

The sword fight was over. Jiang Li walked through the crowd and came in front of Yue Ji.

Yue Ji sat there quietly, wearing a red dress and smiling sweetly.

The scent bag she gave him was still hanging on Jiang Li's waist. Her eyes were bright, she stretched out her fingers to swing the small scent bag, and looked up at Jiang Li in front of her.

"You really dare to wear it."

Bai Sheng was sitting next to Yue Ji at the moment. She looked at the two people in front of her with confused eyes. Jiang Li was not nervous at all. He just said, "After all, how can you kill someone without finding some reason?"

He was leaving himself room to explain to Bai Sheng.

But Yue Ji just glanced at him lightly, but did not persist. She just stood up, raised the corners of her lips slightly, put her hand on his neck, then leaned forward slightly, and their foreheads touched each other.

"How do you want your sister to reward you?"

Chapter 83: Chapter : Junior Sister Bai Sheng who doesn’t work hard in sword training will be

Jiang Li felt that if he said what kind of reward he wanted now, he would be tortured to death by Bai Sheng's eyes in a while, so he shut up obediently and pretended to be an innocent person and answered, "Of course, of course, why do I need a reward?"