Chapter 8: Dividing the Spoils on the Ground

  "Let's get started and finish it early!"

  Yang Huan Tian withdrew his gloomy gaze, and with a soft clang, his right hand wiped across his waist. In the flash of cold light, a strange-shaped soft sword about the width of an index finger sparkled before people's eyes.

  Ding ding ding!

  Chu Zi Yun was not weak at all, the white silk handkerchief on her waist flashed rapidly, making a crisp sound like celestial music. With a slight flick of her wrist, countless waves appeared and rolled towards Yang Huan's direction.

  "Top Elite Warrior - Cang Jin Ling!"

  Yang Huan's expression changed slightly, and he didn't dare to slack off in his heart. He turned his body to get out of the attack range of Jin Ling's sharp silk strip.

  But Chu Zi Yun had already deceived him to the front, her hands fluttering like butterflies, within a range of four or five meters wide, were all her fleeting figures and a white jade-like ribbon, ringing out, covering Yang Huan Tian's figure.

  Both are top geniuses among the outer door disciples, not only are their martial arts skills comparable, but even the weapons they use are extraordinary, and few people can control them.

  Yang Huan Tian's willow-leaf sword in his hand was also a top-notch fine soldier, swinging with silver sparks, like a swimming dragon, and the ink splashing around him couldn't get close.

  Although sharp beyond compare, it was unable to cut the silk ribbon woven by the Cloud Silkworm, and the two stuck together in one place, for a time neither able to gain the upper hand.

  For a moment, everyone was enchanted by this dance pose like a fairy from outside the sky, and fell into infatuation from the previous shock.

  "Hehe, Fat Grandpa is here!"

  Pang Wenshan cast a sinister glance at the somewhat stunned Lü brothers, and with a flick of his wrist, the iron rod in his hand whirred through the air, striking down on the two men's heads.

  "Not good!"

  Sensing something was amiss, the Lü brothers immediately came back to their senses and, in a flash of movement, dodged to either side, attempting to evade this attack.

  But they were too late to realize, and had already lost the initiative. They also underestimated Pang Wenshan's speed, and in a flash, he arrived at their gate, leaving them no time to think twice, and with both hands holding swords, they blocked his attack.

  What's up!

  Clashing of gold and iron, sparks flying everywhere, the Lü brothers only felt a surge of great force transmitted from the blade, their ears also faintly transmitting a piercing pain, the blood in their chest churning, their body involuntarily flying backward.

  "Let go!"

  Taking advantage of the situation, Pang Wenshan's sturdy legs kicked the ground fiercely, and he instantly jumped up. With a single swing of his iron club, he swept across the two men's long swords in their hands.

  Another crisp sound, and the long swords in the hands of the Lü brothers flew out at the same time. The two of them took a step back and fell to the ground, still trembling.

  "Did you break through?"

  With two thuds, the Lü brothers struggled to their feet with unsightly expressions, a streak of blood oozing from the corners of their mouths and the wounds on their foreheads.

  "Do you admit defeat?"

  Pang Wenshan didn't show any shame for bullying the weak with his strength, instead he had an arrogant look on his face as he raised his iron rod and pointed it at the two of them.

  "Despicable!"

  The Lü brothers were unwilling in their hearts. If they had known earlier that Pang Wenshan broke through to the seventh layer of internal energy, they would not have dared to fight him head-on.

  The two entered the gate relatively late, and their learned skills were also quite low. If they had learned the same as Chu Zi Yun, with the demonic energy between them, it would be enough to hard-press a seven-layer boundary martial artist.

  "Cut it out, you damn hippie!"

  Pang Wenshan snorted in disdain. In his eyes, the other party was just a scoundrel who only dared to bully the weak and small.

  If they hadn't broken through to the seventh layer, Hei Kōmin and the others wouldn't have felt at ease with him leading the team for protection either. It's just that they still haven't gone to the inner gate to exchange their identity tokens and attire yet.

  "We won!"

  The disciples of Nanmen cheered in low voices.

  However, there were also a few people whose hearts were filled with mixed emotions. Li Yuexiang's teeth lightly bit her red lips, and her eyes were complex.

  Chen Songtai's eyes were gloomy and uneasy, eventually turning into a hint of venom, as he gave Lei Chen a subtle and traceless glance.

  Squatting on the ground, looking at Chu Zi Yun and Yang Hao Tian's energetic dawn, without noticing anything unusual about them.

  Boom!

  "Good kid, hiding deep enough!"

  Pang Wenshan sat lazily beside Li Chen, holding a steel rod upright.

  "Brother Pang is joking, Brother Lu is calling me!"

  Li Chen gritted his teeth and forced a smile, awkwardly rubbing his shoulders and scratching his head. The palm of a Seventh Layer Boundary warrior wasn't something to be trifled with.

  "You little rascal aren't honest, but I like it, haha!"

  Pang Wenshan burst out laughing.

  "I don't have that kind of hobby!"

  Li Chen retorted with a bad temper, but suddenly froze, and a thread of inexplicable feeling flashed through his heart.

  Always tucking his tail in, he's afraid of making a wrong move and getting into trouble, never having spoken so freely or even recklessly.

  "Huh? Haha!"

  Pang Wenshan was also stunned for a moment, but then he suddenly raised his head and burst out laughing wildly.

  Seemingly infected by her, Li Chen's mouth corners rose, and the hearty laughter that had been accumulating for many years, even if he thought about it countless years later, would still make him feel warm in his heart.

  This scene fell into Chen Songtai's eyes, and instantly made him feel jealous in his heart. The outer door core disciple, 99% will enter the inner door, and later will become a strong Jiantian realm.

  He was nearly twenty years younger, but only at the fifth level of cultivation. He might never be able to enter the Refining Realm in this lifetime. Every day, he had to call a group of 'young masters' who were his seniors, which had long filled him with resentment and twisted his mind.

  Ding Dong!

  The crisp sound passed by, and the white jade chain belt that had been floating in the field suddenly stopped, two figures suddenly flew out.

  "Hmmph!"

  Yang Hao's face turned gloomy, his complexion was not good for a moment, his eyes were filled with unwillingness, and the corners of his mouth had bloodstains. His right hand holding the sword was also slightly trembling.

  His chest had a large hole in it, about the size of a bowl, revealing a suit of glittering golden armor underneath, looking slightly disheveled.

  Looking at Chu Zi Yun, her chest, which had just begun to take shape, was slightly heaving up and down, lovely and pale white, but there wasn't a single wound on it, clearly distinguishing high from low.

  "You will be mine sooner or later!"

  He gave her a cold glance and with a light tap of his foot, Yang Huan Tian floated out and flashed into the forest.

  His temperament is extremely proud, but apparently he did not become discouraged by a single failure, on the contrary, it stirred up his fighting spirit. With his natural talent, if he keeps this up, he will definitely become a great man in the future.

  "Next time remember to call out to your senior sister!"

  Violet Qian's delicate pink lips were slightly pursed, her mouth showing no weakness.

  A figure in the distance stumbled and seemed to let out a muffled groan before suddenly disappearing from view.

  "We won!"

  The disciples of Nanyuan cheered again, and the pressure brought by Yang Haotian was too great. In front of such a genius, anyone would feel ashamed.

  Yang Binglong and the other two saw this, with a difficult expression they helped up Lu Hongyang who had come to, reluctantly looked at the Dan medicine and martial arts on the ground one last time, then left in disarray.

  This time, it's not just a loss of face, but also a huge financial loss. What especially annoys them is that Yang Hua Tian left without caring about them.

  This is clearly not putting them in their eyes, but also not treating them as their own people.

  "Ah!"

  Chu Ziyan let out a breath of relief and walked up to the pile of treasures in the middle of the arena.

  The crowd saw this and couldn't help but gather around, holding their breath. This battle was truly a high-stakes gamble.

  To know that even a seven-layer boundary warrior may not have so many Gathering Dan, let alone the unparalleled precious human-level top martial skills.

  "What do you want?"

  To everyone's surprise, Chu Zi Yun actually asked about Li Chen.

  Pang Wenshan held the iron rod with both hands, looking at him calmly and unhurriedly, without any intention of blocking.

  "I... I want to copy these two martial skills!"

  Li Chen rubbed his head and muttered.

  He had already made up his mind, if the other party was willing, that would be good; if not, then so be it. In the future, he would obtain what he needed through his own abilities.

  Although he was eager to get another one, he didn't want to reveal it at this time. With these two martial skills, his strength would definitely be upgraded by a level, and he could absolutely walk sideways under the sixth floor.

  Even with his astonishing physical strength, he can take on a 7th layer martial artist in close combat, enough to make him not worry about his internal energy being insufficient for his martial skills.

  "You're really clever!"

  Once again beyond everyone's expectations, Chu Zi Yun merely glanced at him and surprisingly agreed without hesitation, instantly making them envy but no one dared to ask for it.

  After all, they didn't make an effort in this competition.

  Li Chen didn't stand on ceremony, bent down and picked up two books, walked to the side, under the envious and jealous eyes of the crowd, flipped through them directly, and from time to time used the brush he carried with him to take notes.

  The rest was much simpler. Pang Wenshan took away his five bottles of Jixi Dan, and similarly to Li Chen, he wanted to record a copy of the martial skill, apparently for Chu Ziyan.

  For the five bottles of Gathering Dan on the ground, Chu Zi Yun directly gave one to each person and put the rest into a pouch.

  Everyone got a Gathering Spirit Dan and was overjoyed, cheering and shouting "Sister Chu Shi".

  After this change, and having been busy in the mountains for most of the day, everyone was tired.

  Jian Zhī Liú Zǐ Qīng was injured and it wasn't suitable to rush on the night road, so he found a nearby mountain spring's stone wall crack and prepared to set up camp and spend the night in the mountains.

  On the ground, a demon pig weighing hundreds of pounds was just enough to satisfy everyone's appetite.