The man with a tiger-back of Fenghui Peak was arrogant and rude, but his strength was still good. In the third round of the competition, Li Xiu's opponent was even weaker than him, and he easily won. Until the fourth round, Li Xiu met an interesting opponent.
Chu Yuhong, the favored disciple of the Head of Chaoyang Peak, Shang Zhengliang. Chaoyang Peak is the peak with the most disciples among the seven peaks of Qing Yun, and Chu Yuhong can stand out from these people and monopolize the top, his strength is absolutely not weak.
Originally in the plot, he was easily defeated by Zhang Xiaofan in the second round, in fact, he was too careless in the competition and was distracted and he was heavily injured and defeated after being hit by the Sucking Soul Club.
"Ding!"
The crisp sound of the bell ringing rang out, and on the opposite side of Li Xiu, a man in his 30s jumped up and laughed.
"Junior Brother Li, you have recently become famous for your fast and sharp sword skills. Today, I, Chu Yuhong of the Chaoyang Peak, would like to learn from you."
Chu Yuhong had obviously researched Li Xiu beforehand and appeared confident in defeating him.
Li Xiu said calmly, "I wouldn't dare. Senior Brother Chu, please go ahead."
Chu Yuhong stood up straight, made a seal with his right hand and raised a sword with a faint yellow light, which was pure and gentle.
"The sword is called 'Shaoyang,' junior brother, please."
Li Xiu didn't say anything more, he drew his sword with a single swipe and the Purple Wing sword rose from behind him, wrapped in a faint purple aura, floating in the air with an aura of calmness.
Yet no one dared to underestimate this sword whose blade was as thin as a cicada's wing. After all, three outstanding disciples of the Qing Yun Sect had already been defeated by this sword.
Chu Yuhong's expression was serious. With a flick of his right hand, the Shaoyang sword immediately burst out with a brilliant light that was comparable to that of the rising sun. He followed with a stern shout, and the Shaoyang sword fiercely pressed forward.
A scorching air swept over him. Li Xiu's expression remained the same. With a flick of his sleeve, the Purple-wing sword immediately turned into a purple stream of light like a meteor falling from the sky, crashing into the Shaoyang sword.
"Clash!"
In mid-air, the two magic swords collided fiercely, with fragments of light flying and raining down on the high platform, like a rain of colorful light floating down.
The aftermath of the collision created a fierce gust of wind, causing the clothes of the Qing Yun disciples who were watching from around the high platform to flutter and making it difficult for them to open their eyes without shielding their faces.
On the high platform, Chu Yuhong's expression was serious, with a hint of apprehension in his eyes. His previously fierce Shaoyang sword was surprisingly held back by the quick-moving Purple Wing sword, unable to advance an inch. This was not a good thing for him.
The disciples below also noticed this and were pointing and talking, with most of them beginning to think that Chu Yuhong wouldn't win. These remarks reached his ears and he felt a moment of annoyance, then shouted loudly!
Immediately, the Shaoyang sword emitted a dazzling yellow light, its body resembling a glowing red sword. Sparks were flying, and the Purple Wing sword was sent flying backwards due to the fierce explosion from the Shaoyang sword.
Chu Yuhong let out a long roar and stretched out his arms with his hands clasped together, as if holding the Shaoyang sword. At the same time, the Shaoyang Sword rose and burst into flames, quickly transforming into a flaming sword that was several meters long!
The firelight enveloped the entire platform, and the sound of the burning flames was surprisingly loud and frightening. Even though they knew the sword was not aimed at themselves, the disciples of the Qing Yun below couldn't help but show fear on their faces, unconsciously stepping back, and the circle of onlookers around the platform immediately grew.
The firelight shone brightly on Li Xiu's body, illuminating it red. He raised his eyes to the flaming sword cutting through the sky, made a seal with his hand, and the Purple Wing Sword transformed into a quick-moving purple light that circled around in the air. In an instant, it formed a wide purple vortex about several meters wide. With a wave of his hand, Li Xiu fiercely collided with the flaming sword!
"Bang!"
The two Tao techniques that were wielded with the sword clashed with a bang, but remained stalemate for a moment. The purple light vortex gradually gained the upper hand, scattering the flame long sword that the Shaoyang Sword had become, and piercing deeply into the platform with a clear light, leaving no trace!
As he saw the purple light vortex rushing towards him, under the heavy threat of death, Chu Yuhong shuddered all over, even if he summoned the Shaoyang sword again, he probably could not withstand it.
"Junior Brother Li, I surrender! I surrender!"
Chu Yuhong backed away repeatedly, shouting in panic and fear.
The purple light vortex appeared quickly and disappeared just as fast. With a flick of his wrist, Li Xiu made the vortex disappear and the purple-wing sword returned to its sheath behind his back.
"Senior Brother Chu, conceded!"
Li Xiu bowed with neither humility nor arrogance, adjusting his clothes as he slowly walked down from the platform, disappearing from sight amidst the admiring and respectful gazes of the disciples of the Qing Yun Sect.
Meanwhile, Daoxuan, who was sitting in the center of the viewing platform, withdrew his gaze and nodded satisfactorily.
Daoxuan had seen the changes in Li Xiu over these past few days, from his initially gentle and polite demeanor to his current reserved and sharp-edged behavior. He knew that this was not due to Li Xiu's increasing arrogance, but rather, because he had developed the mentality of a strong person through consecutive victories.
This was good. Sometimes, being polite and yielding cannot solve problems. Good-natured people cannot be a Great Leader of a Sect. Daoxuan knew this truth deeply.
Li Xiu didn't walk far before he ran into Zeng Shushu. He saw that his clothes were slightly messy, but he still had a relaxed and indifferent look. He must have won. Although Zeng Shushu usually appears unserious and uninterested in practicing, Li Xiu knew that he was one of the most top-notch among the disciples of the Qing Yun Sect.
At night, in the small courtyard of Tongtian Peak, Daoxuan was chatting with Li Xiu.
"To be honest, in the Seven-Peaks Meeting of Martial Arts, I thought that your Senior Brother Xiao Yicai was not here and that the Tongtian Peak was likely to be completely defeated. But to my surprise, you gave me a surprise, which allowed me to save face."
Li Xiu received Daoxuan's praise, and his expression didn't change much. He just calmly said that it was due to Master's good teaching.
"However..."
Daoxuan's tone changed, then he spoke with some concern.
"However, my disciple, you should not win anymore. Although I publicly claim that I took you as a disciple during my travels and passed down the Taoist teachings and you have been practicing for several years, I only officially accepted you as a disciple recently."
"Even from this situation, you are still a bit too outstanding. Moreover, your identity as my disciple makes it easier for you to be targeted by the Demonic Sect. I don't want you to die before you grow up."
After winning four consecutive rounds of competition, Li Xiu has entered the top four, and he does not have to continue.
"It's all up to the master to decide."
Daoxuan carefully looked and found that Li Xiu really did not have a rebellious and unhappy expression, only then did he relax.
"That's good. After this Seven-Peaks Meeting of Martial Arts, the top four will represent the Qing Yun Sect to eliminate the evil members of the Demon's Path in Kongsang Mountain and uphold justice. I have found that there is no strong member of the Demon's Path in Kongsang Mountain, which is a good opportunity for you disciples to gain experience."
"Keep this Hun-Tian plaque. it's a treasure obtained by me in my early years and I believe it will protect you in critical moments."
As he spoke, Daoxuan took out a warm and white jade plaque from his chest. There was a clear light flowing on the surface, and two ancient characters "Hun-Tian" were carved in the center of the plaque's front.