Also don't know what's going on, two consecutive rounds of knockout matches, except for the extremely cold dark horse Zuo Mo, there hasn't been any other decent dark horses. The highly-regarded masters all easily advanced, these matches were indeed exciting and colorful, but lacked a bit of thrilling elements.

  Everyone's attention was focused on the final round of irregular trial swordsmanship.

  One hundred cultivators will have only ten final winners, no rules, no order, Songtao Pavilion will become a chaotic battlefield, and only ten people can survive in the end.

  An expected intense and unavoidable strong-strong collision with more exploitable environmental factors...

  How can anything make people not look forward to this competition?

  Just a few days before the trial, Tian Songzi suddenly announced that he would set up the "Mirage Illusion Formation" around Songtao Pavilion. At that time, the scenes of various battles inside Songtao Pavilion will appear in front of everyone like a mirage.

  This move shocked the East Float.

  The previous irregular trial, which was mostly driven by the hearts of gamblers, after all, couldn't be witnessed in person, and even the most exciting matches couldn't muster up enthusiasm. However, Tian Songzi's move quickly mobilized the positivity of all cultivators. This news also spread at the fastest speed within the sound jade.

  For a time, Dong Fu became the center of the entire Tian Yue realm. Countless cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level, traveled day and night, forming streams that converged on Dong Fu.

  Here, will be the highest level of competition among the younger generation of Tianyue Realm! Here, gathered the most outstanding talents of Tianyue Realm! Here, will appear the most gorgeous magic tricks of Tianyue Realm! Here, will appear the most cruel and intense killings of Tianyue Realm!

  What a grand occasion! How can it be missed? Being able to witness it with one's own eyes is a rare opportunity that comes once in a thousand years.

  The Donghuang was bustling with unprecedented prosperity. The various major sects also sent their disciples to observe, they did not have the opportunity to enter the trial sword conference, but being able to witness how high-ranking masters of the same age group used their techniques was very beneficial for them. Usually, cultivators would hide and conceal themselves from enemies, having a chance to observe on site, no one wanted to miss it.

  The Shuiying Jade Scriptorium that won the previous battle against Mo Zhan's has already been sold for 100 three-grade crystal stones, and it has been out of stock in the market for a long time. Many people regret not making more copies of the Shuiying Jade Scriptorium at that time. Most of the Shuiying Jade Scriptoriums from that battle were bought by some major sects, who plan to give them to their disciples who are good at array symbols to study and ponder. It has to be said that the major sects are much more sensitive in this regard.

  Later, the number of jade slips in various competitions surged, but none of them could compare to Zuo Mo's prices.

  The small East Floating Island was packed with practitioners of all kinds. Many practitioners, seeing the good opportunity, started doing business. Some set up stalls to sell or exchange their own unnecessary treasures and materials. Others did low-buy-high-sell businesses. The East Floating Island became the largest and most prosperous market in the Tianyue Realm.

  Wu Kong Tang, Wei Sheng and Zhuo Men sat on the ground.

  "How is it?" The sect leader smiled and said: "The first two battles didn't encounter a decent opponent, are you feeling very disappointed? Are you looking forward to this round?"

  "The disciple is somewhat expected." Wei Sheng said calmly, with a few hints of excitement that couldn't be concealed in his eyes: "Being able to fight against so many masters at once really gets one's blood boiling!"

  Zhang Men Jia Xu nodded in approval. In the eyes of these seniors from Wu Kong Jian Men, Wei Sheng possessed almost all the merits that a swordsman should have. He was steady and firm in character, diligent in his cultivation, with a pure heart like jade, single-mindedly devoted to the sword, without any distractions. His natural talent for swordsmanship was unmatched by anyone else. And facing this trial, Wei Sheng's fighting spirit was high, not showing any fear or evasion, meeting challenges head-on and remaining calm in crisis.

  Thinking of natural talent, Pei Yu Ran couldn't help but think of Zuo Mo. Among the disciples of this sect, in terms of natural talent, probably only Zuo Mo could compare to Wei Sheng. But as soon as he thought of this problem youth, he couldn't help but slightly furrow his brow.

  Noticing Master's worries, Wei Sheng couldn't help but ask curiously: "Master, have you encountered some situation?" Although among the seniors of our sect, if we talk about profound cultivation, Xin Yan is the first to be mentioned, but Master's strength is also unfathomable. Wei Sheng's current strength was not what it used to be, and every time Master occasionally revealed his powerful aura, he felt a shock in his heart.

  What could be so troublesome that even Master Lian finds it bothersome?

  Noticing his own loss of composure, Pei Yuanyan waved his hand: "It's nothing." He then pretended to be relaxed and said: "That little Left Mo doesn't know how I'm going to arrange him in my heart. This time, I've given him a death order to get into the top ten." Suddenly thinking of something, he couldn't help but bring up a few smiles and tease: "I heard that Dong Fu is very busy these days, Ying Feng has been busy running around, and all the goods in the store have been sold out. If this little kid finds out that he missed such a good opportunity to make crystal stones, I estimate he'll be so angry that he'll vomit blood."

  Upon hearing Master's carefree and comfortable teasing, Wei Sheng relaxed and couldn't help but smile when he thought of his junior brother's obsession with wealth: "The disciple thinks the latter has a greater impact on Junior Brother."

  "Haha!" Thinking of Zuo Mo's recent puzzle, he was still being played by himself. Pei Yuan Rang felt very relieved in his heart: "This disciple of yours, the talent is excellent, but the character is really lazy and useless, falling into the crystal stone and can't get out, and has no interest in sword repair."

  "Wei Shidi will certainly understand the kindness of Master and all the uncles." Wei Sheng said. He was also helpless about his younger brother, but he knew that Zuo Mo was such a person, and it was useless to force him.

  "You've prepared a whole set of punishments for that little scoundrel, just waiting for him to deliver himself." With this, Pei Yuanran couldn't help but feel somewhat pleased.

  Seeing the master's confident appearance, Wei Sheng thought of speaking out, but when the words reached his lips, he still retreated. In his heart, there was a faint feeling that the master's arrangement might not work.

  If it were a matter of strength, his junior brother would never be able to break into the top ten. But this world isn't where strength is everything, and he knew that his junior brother was incredibly cunning and resourceful, with endless tricks up his sleeve. He understood his junior brother better than their master did - despite his lazy appearance, he was actually extremely determined, even a little crazy. Others only saw his junior brother's talent, but he alone knew how he had managed to cultivate his minor Cloud Rain technique to the fourth level.

  The cultivation of any skill is not just about talent.

  However, this was just his intuition, and he said so to the master, without any proof or effect. Moreover, he was also very curious about how his junior brother would react when pushed to such an extent. Since his junior brother had been in seclusion since his return, Wei Sheng knew that his junior brother was serious.

  The younger brother is like a soft and weak spring, but the more he is pressed down, the stronger the force that bursts out. A serious younger brother is not to be underestimated.

  Suddenly, he had a different kind of expectation for the upcoming Swordsmanship Competition in his heart.

  Noticing the expectation in Wei Sheng's eyes, Pei Yuan mistakenly thought that Wei Sheng was thinking of a sword-testing gathering and couldn't help but reveal a nostalgic expression as he recalled some things from his youth with his master brothers. He composed himself and solemnly asked: "Who do you plan to find as your opponent this time?"

  Wei Sheng heard this and suddenly a burst of energy exploded in his eyes, he sat up straight without realizing it, and heavily spat out three words.

  "Gu Yongping!"

  Western-style courtyard.

  Zuo Mo's hair was disheveled and his face was covered in dirt as he sat on the ground, his eyes bloodshot and fixed intently on something in front of him.

  "No..."

  "It's still not right..."

  ……

  He muttered to himself unconsciously from time to time. The materials in front of him were scattered all over the place, but they seemed to have a magical power that firmly attracted his gaze.

  Under the messy hair covered with dust, those eyes filled with bloodshot, shining with a lively light.

  "Huh?"

  Suddenly, his eyes lit up sharply!

  Luo Li sat at the summit, gazing at the bright moon, and for a moment, he was somewhat distracted.

  "Junior brother, are you still angry with me?" Hao Min said pitifully, biting her lip.

  Luo Li didn't turn back and calmly said: "Senior sister's words are too serious, in my heart there is only the sword, no anger."

  Hao Min was stunned, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. When Luo Li was injured by Zuo Mo, she hadn't even visited him once. Who would have thought that now Luo Li had changed beyond recognition, and in this trial of swordsmanship, he had killed his way all the way to the final round? The upper echelons of the Wu Kong Sword Sect suddenly looked at him with new eyes. Hao Min again thought of his former kindnesses, thinking they could return to their previous relationship, but Luo Li treated her like a stranger.

  "Junior brother, have you really forgotten our past friendship?" Hao Min made a final effort.

  "There was no emotional connection to begin with." Luo Li replied directly and concisely, without any concealment: "It's late at night, please return, Shifu Jie."

  Hearing Hao Min cry and leave behind him, Luo Li practiced his sword alone in the moonlight.

  The sword light blends with the moonlight, it's a faint sorrow.

  Dong Fudian, Tian Songzi looked at his beloved disciple in front of him, and a few hints of comfort and satisfaction flowed out from his eyes. He said warmly: "Ranking is not important, it's just a virtual name. What's important is to understand, and to fight against different people, face different techniques, such as sneak attacks, siege, these will be encountered in the future, this time they will all be encountered."

  "Yes." Yu Bai replied with his head bowed respectfully.

  "Do you have an expected opponent?" Tensō asked.

  "The disciple wants to have a match with Zong Mingyan."

  Tiansongzi suddenly furrowed his brow and said in a low, displeased tone: "This isn't a test of skills, it's a fight, it's slaughter!"

  I don't know why Master suddenly became displeased, Yu Bai was somewhat frightened and said: "Yes."

  Tian Songzi waved his hand: "Go, prepare well for the battle. Zong Mingyan got the true transmission of Zuo Meitian, and his strength is not weak."

  "Yes." Yu Bai hesitated for a moment before retreating.

  Looking at his most beloved disciple, Tian Songzi suddenly let out a silent sigh, and a deep worry floated up in his eyes.

  Ling Ying Sect, the sect leader looked at Chang Heng standing in front of him and felt some displeasure. Chang Heng's temperament was arrogant and unruly, seeing him standing casually in front of himself without any due respect, the sect leader's dislike grew even deeper.

  Chang Heng was indeed the most outstanding among the Ling Ying Sect's younger generation, but he had never been favored by his seniors.

  "Cough, often horizontal, this time if you encounter Wu Kongjianmen's Zuo Mo, don't let him off again." The sect leader said with hatred: "This kid has repeatedly humiliated our sect, absolutely cannot be let off!"

  He sat motionless with his eyes half closed and actually fell asleep in the main hall.

  At this sight, Zhang Men's anger grew, and he raised his voice: "Zhang Heng! Did you hear that?"

  He slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Zhangmen, and threw out a sentence: "Nonsense! Fight whoever you see, why so much trouble."

  Having said that, he ignored the other disciples who were almost petrified and the furious head of the sect, and left calmly.