In a forest outside of Pingshan Town, Chen Mo and Li Yijian stood there, gasping for breath and sweating profusely, holding their swords.
It has been three days since their first meeting. Chen Mo, holding the giant sword borrowed from Feng Banxia, has been engaged in a fierce battle for three days, gaining a deeper understanding of swordsmanship.
Although it was a temporary cramming session, Chen Mo had studied for a few days at the Cangsha Sect in his early years, and had spent a month with Zhang Long. He had already mastered Zhang Long's sword techniques.
Back then, Zhang Long may not have been a master of the sword, but in Chen Mo's eyes, the essence of the great path is simplicity, and a single sword is sufficient.
"Your sword techniques are not particularly good, but your progress is rapid."
After fighting Chen Mo for three days, Li Yijian let out a deep breath and couldn't help but exclaim, "Your sword skills are not great, but your progress is fast." His tone changed and he curiously stared at Chen Mo, "Who is your master? I feel your sword techniques are somewhat familiar to me..."
"No master, all self-taught."
Chen Mo smiled.
"Self-study? Your talent is indeed good, but I'm sorry to say that the path you've chosen may not be suitable for swordsmanship. Taiwu emphasizes close-range combat, while swords require agility. Once swordsmanship reaches its depth, a single stroke can split mountains and break seas..."
As he spoke, Li Yijian couldn't help but recall the unnamed swordsman he had seen at the inn in the wilderness. The swordsmanship he had witnessed was terrifying to the extreme, and even now, thinking about it made him shiver with fear.
If he were to participate in this Swords Conference, his 'Sword of the Third Young Master' might certainly make it into the top three of famous swords.
"The laws of swordsmanship are as numerous as the Three Thousand Paths. The strongest sword technique is the one that suits you best. Although I practice Taiwu, my swordsmanship doesn't necessarily lag behind others."
Chen Mo sheathed the giant sword, smiled slightly, and glanced at Li Yijian, "Brother Li, you've been kind enough to throw challenges at me for these three days. Thank you."
Li Yijian withdrew his thoughts, "No need to thank me. I was just curious about how far your swordsmanship from Taiwu can reach. Furthermore, my family has always loved swords. Your sword is good. If one day you feel you no longer deserve it, you can give it to me, and I promise I will not mistreat it."
"No need. This is a friend's sword."
Chen Mo gently waved his hand.
"That's a pity."
Li Yijian shook his head lightly, "The Name Sword Conference begins tomorrow. Pray that we won't meet... If we do, I won't be as lenient as I was today."
After saying this, Li Yijian turned and left.
"I won't be as reserved as today either."
Chen Mo watched Li Yijian's retreating figure and smiled, then took out a few spirit beast cores from his space ring to be absorbed by the big and small Baobao, and he also absorbed one for himself.
The spirit beast cores not only help Daobao and Xiaobao improve, but also replenish their qi and blood. Chen Mo also benefits from this.
After this period of fighting, Chen Mo felt that he was just a step away from reaching the fifth level.
During his time at Tianmo Teaching, he spent his days fighting with Feng Banxia and never forgot to practice. Eventually, his efforts paid off.
"Before long, I will reach the fifth level. Once I enter the fifth level with Daobao and Xiaobao by my side, there should be no problem getting into the top ten."
Chen Mo firmly squeezed the spirit beast core in his hand, and his eyes were filled with confidence.
The second day.
The official Name Sword Conference began. Early in the morning, tens of thousands of people crowded the Xuanwu Peak of Shengjian Sect, not only including the swordsmen participating in the Name Sword Conference, but also many onlookers.
On the temporary platform built on the Xuanwu Peak, several special elders of the Shengjian Sect were seated. Xu Tianya, in his white robe, emerged from within the platform, his expression carrying a trace of melancholy and shame.
A few days ago, that green-clad man alone with a sword invaded the Shengjian Sect. Despite the joint efforts of him and the Grand Elder Xu Zhen, they were unable to stop him.
In the end, not only Yun Chuanchun was taken away, but Xu Zhen was also injured. This was a great disgrace to the Shengjian Sect.
The eyes of tens of thousands of people were focused on the platform. Xu Tianya finally came to his senses, quickly hiding the melancholy on his face, and then forced a smile, his expression dignified as he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to attend our Shengjian Sect's Name Sword Conference..."
Xu Tianya on the high platform was enthusiastically introducing the Name Sword Conference, while around him, there were traces of discontent in the eyes.
In a secluded area of the Xuanwu Peak, Yun Chuanchun, dressed in a long red skirt and her face veiled in gauze, frowning slightly as she looked at Xu Tianya on the high platform for a moment, then turned her gaze to Feng Banxia standing next to her, clad in battle armor.
"Banxia, where is your sword?"
Yun Chuanchun looked at Feng Banxia for a moment, only to find that the precious giant sword she always carried was nowhere to be seen.
Feng Banxia awkwardly felt her waist and opened her mouth to explain, but then she suddenly remembered the words Chen Mo had entrusted to her a few days ago, and she immediately shut her mouth.
"No, don't tell you."
"Why?"
Yun Chuanchun's frown deepened. She and Feng Banxia were not only good sisters but also comrades-in-arms who shared life and death. If there was something, she wouldn't keep it from her.
"Don't ask me."
Feng Banxia was a bit nervous. She wasn't good at lying, and if Yun Chuanchun continued to question her, she feared she would accidentally spill the beans.
Yun Chuanchun raised an eyebrow, and a flash of green light flickered in her eyes. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she turned her head sharply.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Banxia asked out of curiosity, "Are you looking for someone?"
As she spoke, Feng Banxia began to feel nervous again. Chen Mo had said that he absolutely could not let anyone know he was here. If Yun Chuanchun really found him, how would she explain to her?
After all, she was with Yun Chuanchun. If Yun Chuanchun found Chen Mo, he could consider her a traitor, and she didn't want to take the blame.
"No..."
Yun Chuanchun's lips trembled slightly as she nearly blurted out something, but she immediately cut herself off. Her expression was anxious, and she lightly coughed, then gently tugged at the hair beside her ear, "How could that be... How could there be someone I'm looking for in this Shengjian Sect? Impossible. Chen Mo that guy couldn't possibly be here, could he?"
"Chen..."
As soon as she heard that, Feng Banxia instantly felt a chill running down her back and shivered, too scared to respond.
She must not let Yun Chuanchun know that Chen Mo was here... Feng Banxia vowed to herself in her heart, but what she feared most would happen.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the crowd, with a longsword slung over his waist. That sword was hers.
Feng Banxia immediately lost her composure, panicking and turning her head. She saw Yun Chuanchun staring at the Name Sword Conference scene in a seemingly intentional but nonchalant manner.
Feng Banxia was taken aback all of a sudden. Her hands, covered in armor, instantly struck her face, and with a 'thud,' Yun Chuanchun's delicate face was pinched into the shape of a steamed bun.
"Banxia, what are you doing?"
Yun Chuanchun's expression became unpleasant.
Feng Banxia is not good at lying; her lies can be seen through at a glance. But today, she wanted to challenge her own weakness.
After turning Yun Chuanchun's head away, Feng Banxia's eyes were full of circles, stuttering as she said, "I... I want to show you the wind, the scenery in another place. You should be interested."
"Saying nonsense, I'm not interested in looking at the scenery..."
Yun Chuanchun was about to expose Feng Banxia's lie, but before she could say a word, a familiar figure appeared in her line of sight.
A green robe, slung over his waist, a longsword at his side, and holding a wine gourd...
"I do indeed love looking at the scenery."
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