The competition between the Wen family and the Windstorm Sword Sect was held once a year. Last year, Wu Qingyun had only just unlocked his eye acupoint. In just a year, he had already unlocked his four eye and ear acupoints.
Although he had only unlocked two more acupoints than Wen Qinghe, it was this slight difference that allowed Wu Qingyun to completely gain the upper hand.
The violent sword aura suppressed Wen Qinghe directly, causing the force of his Great Hand of Silk to not even touch Wu Qingyun.
Moreover, the Meridian Severing Divine Finger, another famous martial art technique of the Wen family, was used together with the Great Hand of Silk.
First, he would use the Great Hand of Silk to completely trap his opponent, then use the Meridian Severing Divine Finger to sever his opponent's meridians. It was a killing move.
However, Wen Qinghe could not even get close to his opponent, let alone perform the Meridian Severing Divine Finger.
Everyone present shook their heads. It seemed that Wen Qinghe was bound to lose this time.
A trace of coldness flashed through Wu Yunqing's eyes. The Wen family had been going against the Windstorm Sword Sect for a long time. Moreover, Wen Qinghe had provoked him two days ago, saying that he would teach him a lesson in the arena.
Although he could not kill him due to the fact that they were both martial arts sects in Jiangnan, otherwise, the two sects would become mortal enemies. However, Wu Qingyun did not want to let him go just like that.
Just as Wen Qinghe was about to be forced to the edge of the arena, Wu Qingyun's sword aura suddenly changed. The force of the Modest Wind tore through Wen Qinghe's protective Vital Qi, and the longsword pierced directly at Wen Qinghe's Dantian Sea of Qi!
Wu Qingyun's move immediately shocked the people from the Wen family.
If the sword were to hit its target, Wen Qinghe's Sea of Qi would be destroyed and he would become a cripple for the rest of his life. At the very least, he would need to recuperate for a few years before he could regain his current strength. However, those few years would be wasted.
No one at the scene expected Wu Qingyun to suddenly make a killing move. Even the Divinity Palace elder of the Wen family did not expect it.
After all, the two sects had already been mediated by the higher-ups. Although there were conflicts on a daily basis, they would not be too harsh.
However, Wu Qingyun's sudden attack caught the Divinity Palace martial artist of the Wen Clan off guard.
Just as Wu Qingyun's sword was about to pierce into Wen Qinghe's dantian, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Wen Qinghe. The figure stretched out a finger and caught Wu Qingyun's longsword in between his fingers, preventing it from advancing any further.
The martial artist who suddenly appeared was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a square face and a long beard. He wore a white Taoist robe and looked like an immortal.
This Daoist was naturally Su Xin in disguise. Previously, he had been hiding in the crowd. It was only when he saw Wu Qingyun strike ruthlessly that he suddenly made a move and saved Wen Qinghe from his hands.
At this moment, when the crowd below saw Su Xin suddenly appear, they were momentarily stunned. Then, the crowd burst into an uproar.
The speed of Su Xin's Wind-god's Legs was so fast that even the two Divinity Palace Elders did not see how Su Xin got into the ring.
Moreover, Su Xin had stuck two of his fingers into the violent Sword Gale and caught Wu Qingyun's longsword without suffering any damage. How strong was he exactly?
At the very least, the two Innate Divinity Palace Elders of the Wen Clan and the Windstorm Sword Sect could not see through Su Xin, nor could they sense his aura. Could he be an Essence Soul powerhouse?
The people below had obviously thought of this as well, and they were instantly horrified.
However, Wu Qingyun did not care whether the person in front of him was a Primordial Soul Realm expert or not. He was originally going to cripple Wen Qinghe, but someone suddenly interfered. How could Wu Qingyun accept this?
He didn't think too much about it and wanted to attack again. However, Su Xin's fingers clamped down on his longsword, and his longsword, which was forged from refined steel, immediately shattered!
Wu Qingyun was shocked and quickly retreated.
The Divinity Palace Elder of the Windstorm Sword Sect also immediately came to Wu Qingyun's side. He cupped his hands at Su Xin vigilantly and said, "Senior, this is a competition between the Windstorm Sword Sect and the Wen Clan. I hope that you will not interfere. If you are interested after this, you can come to the Windstorm Sword Sect as a guest."
Their Windstorm Sword Sect also has their Sect Leader, Wu Yuanting, who is an Essence Soul martial artist. He said these words to make the other party retreat. "
Su Xin flicked his sleeves and stimulated his Mouth Aperture with Spiritual Qi. He simulated the voice of a middle-aged man and said, "You don't have to be nervous. I was just passing by and saw this little brother's ruthless attack, so I came out to stop him.
I don't care about the grudges between the Windstorm Sword Sect and the Wen Clan, but we are all fellow martial artists of Jiangnan. If you can be merciful, then don't be so ruthless. "
As he spoke, Su Xin gave Wu Qingyun a deep look. The elder of the Gentle Wind Sword Sect hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Senior is right. Qingyun was only unable to control her strength just now and almost injured Young Master Wen."
"You're on your own now. An arena competition is not a fight to the death. If you can leave some leeway, then leave some."
Su Xin took a step forward, but his figure was already more than a hundred feet away. When such a powerful lightness technique was displayed, it immediately made them more certain that this senior was definitely an Essence Soul martial artist.
It was only after Su Xin left that the elder of the Tempest Sword Sect, who was at the Divine Palace Stage, let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, it turned out that it was just a Primordial Soul Stage expert who was passing by. He had thought that this person was a helper that the Wen clan had found.
Jiangnan was a prosperous place for martial arts. There were many Essence Soul grandmasters, and there were even a few Essence Soul experts among the individual cultivators. Occasionally, a martial arts grandmaster who had been cultivating in seclusion for many years would appear, so it was normal for the Elder to not know him.
Therefore, the Divine Palace Elder of the Windstorm Sword Sect did not care. He just said to the Wen Clan complacently, "I'm sorry, everyone. This time, the Windstorm Sword Sect has won again. The Windstorm Sword Sect will have to use this Spiritual Eye for another year."
Everyone in the Wen Clan had very ugly expressions. Using the Spiritual Eye was not a big deal. After all, the Spiritual Eye was only slightly denser than the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the outside world. The benefits obtained from cultivating in it were not as fast as directly consuming medicinal pills. It was not a big deal for the Wen Clan to use it for a year less.
However, the problem was that the Wen Clan had been losing for two years in a row. Including this year, it would be three years. It was a little embarrassing to lose to the Windstorm Sword Sect in front of so many martial artists for three years in a row.
The Divine Palace Elder of the Wen Clan did not answer. He just snorted coldly and pulled Wen Qinghe away. However, Wen Qinghe was standing there blankly, as if he had been dealt a blow. His face was stupefied.
"Young Master, it's okay. You are only half a step behind him now. When you break through to the fourth acupoint, the Great Hand of Silk of the Wen Clan will definitely be stronger than the sword technique of the Windstorm Sword Sect."
However, Wen Qinghe still acted as if he did not hear it. He just followed the Divine Palace Elder and walked down the arena in a stupefied manner.
However, at this moment, Wu Qingyun shouted, "Wait!"
Wen Qinghe turned around yet saw Wu Qingyun directly walk over to the side of the Chen Clan's Young Miss, and then Wu Qingyun embraced her as she sneered. "Don't forget what you said earlier. If I win, then fuck off far away from me. Don't hang around Qing 'er like a mangy dog and pester her endlessly!"
The young lady of the Chen Clan, Chen Qing 'er, was in Wu Qingyun's arms. She struggled a little, but when she saw that she could not break free, she stopped moving. However, a blush climbed onto her face, making her look even more beautiful.
Seeing this scene, Wen Qinghe suddenly exploded. He turned around and rushed over, shouting angrily, "B * stard! Let go of Qing 'er! "
Wu Qingyun sneered, "Why should I let go? Let me tell you, I have already asked my father to send a betrothal gift to the Chen Clan. In a few days, I will marry Qing 'er. It's useless for you to keep pestering me. "
The surrounding martial artists immediately shook their heads. Wen Qinghe was too inexperienced. Looking at Chen Qing 'er's appearance, it was obvious that she had already fallen in love with Wu Qingyun. Wu Yunqing was clearly deliberately angering him. What was the point of making a fuss?
The Divine Palace Elder of the Wen Clan quickly stopped Wen Qinghe and tried to persuade him, "Young Master, why should a man worry about not having a wife? I will ask the Master to choose a good marriage for you. I guarantee that it will be a hundred times better than that of the Chen Clan. "
However, Wen Qinghe did not listen to any of those words. He glared at Wu Qingyun, who was beaming with pride, and pushed the Divinity Stage Elder away before running away.
The Divine Palace Elder of the Wen Clan shook his head and did not chase after him. He also knew that what happened today was a blow to Wen Qinghe, and it was better to let him calm down.
Wen Qinghe ran all the way to the side of a valley outside the Zezhou Prefecture. The resentment and humiliation in his heart could not be any greater.
He was defeated and humiliated by the person he hated the most, and the woman he liked the most was snatched away. Such a blow to Wen Qinghe, who had been introverted and shy since he was a child, was driving him crazy.
Wen Qinghe punched the stone wall of the valley in a frenzy. He did not use any Spiritual Qi, but merely the strength of his physical body.
However, he had not cultivated any body refining skills. After punching a big hole in the stone wall, blood seeped from the web between his thumb and index finger, but he did not seem to notice it. He continued to vent his anger there as if the stone wall in front of him was hit by Wu Qingyun.
"How ridiculous. You can't beat someone, so you came here to compete with the stone wall and vent your anger by hurting yourself. Haha, coward!" A disdainful and sarcastic voice reached Wen Qinghe's ears.
"Who is it?!"
Wen Qinghe turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a white robe with an extraordinary temperament. He immediately recognized that the man was the senior who had saved him in the ring.
"Thank you for your help just now, senior." Wen Qinghe cupped his hands and bowed to Su Xin with a terrible expression.
He was not the kind of person who could not tell right from wrong. If Su Xin had not helped him in the ring just now, he would have most likely been disabled.
Although Su Xin had mocked him for being a coward, Wen Qinghe still bowed and thanked Su Xin.
Su Xin nodded and looked at Wen Qinghe. He said calmly, "Do you hate Wu Qingyun?"
Wen Qinghe said with hatred, "Of course I do!"
Su Xin sneered disdainfully, "Since you hate him, then you should work even harder in your cultivation, hoping that one day you can defeat him with your own strength. In the end, you came here to vent your anger by hurting yourself. This kind of behavior is simply cowardly."
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