Five days later, the rematch started again. For Xuanmu, frequent rematches are not a big trouble.
Because his opponents were all monks at the same level as him or one level below him, he only needed to cast a 'Sealing Yuan Technique' and then draw out a sword light, and that was it.
During this period, Xuanmu met an interesting monk, who was Zi Shu, whom Xuanmu had always wanted to PK.
When Zi Shu saw Xuan Mu appear, his face turned pale. However, he soon calmed down again.
Because he didn't believe that Xuanmu dared to kill him in full public view.
Xuanmu still used a Yuan-Sealing Technique. After seeing the power of Xuanmu's Yuan-Sealing Technique, Zi Shu was already prepared in his heart. When he saw the situation, he quickly dodged to avoid this Yuan-Sealing Technique.
Zi Shu is a Shushan disciple, and most Shushan disciples are good at using long swords and magic weapons. His hands shook, and the long sword on his back flew out quickly, stabbing towards the mysterious wood. The magic talisman flew out from his hands.
The sword danced across the sky, moving like a dragon, pointing directly at where the mysterious wood was.
Xuanmu smiled slightly, he had more practical combat experience than Zi Shu. He moved his right hand, and the long sword from his waist flew out, and then he withstood two attacks from the magic talisman and archery. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Zi Shu.
He struck Zi Shu's chest with empty hands.
Seeing this, Zi Shu quickly made fists with both hands to block it.
However, a scene that he never expected occurred. A long sword appeared in Xuanmu's hand in the blink of an eye, and his fist hit Xuanmu's sword without any bias.
His right hand was directly penetrated by a long sword and a bloody wound was made. He looked at the bloody wound and his mind went blank for a moment. He was stupid and scared to death.
Xuanmu pulled out his long sword, and then Shi Shiran exited the arena. He already fully understood Zi Shu's strength. It was only a matter of time to kill him sooner or later, but for safety reasons, he was not killed here.
"In the fifteenth round, Xuanmu wins." Zi Shu woke up with Qin Shuo's shout. He only glanced at his right hand and howled miserably.
The miserable howl echoed for a long time on Lunjian Peak in the Qinling Mountains, and no one sympathized with him.
After rounds of rematches, the top ten monks were finally selected. There were three from the Qinling Dao Sect, two from the Kunlun Sect, two from the Taihang Ancient Lineage and the Penglai Immortal Sect. The last one was Xuan Mu.
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The top ten were selected, and among the Kunlun disciples, two disciples from the Feng generation entered the top ten.
The competition for the top ten ended within five days, and Xuanmu won the first place without any surprise, becoming the new generation's number one monk in the Tang Dynasty.
Xuanmu's Yuan-Sealing Technique and the Flying Sword out of thin air have become his trump card. Almost no one among the monks at the same level can escape his combined attacks with these two moves.
In fact, the so-called flying sword out of thin air is nothing more than taking out a long sword from the storage ring when others are not paying attention.
This time Xuanmu made a lot of money. Qinling Daozong wanted to win over Xuanmu, and the rewards he gave were extremely generous.
One of the high-level magical weapons, 'Purple Gold', made Xuanmu stare in shock. This Purple Gold was a high-level bow. This bow did not require arrows, but could be driven by spiritual power to shoot arrows.
And it is much more powerful than the five-element arrows shot by magic talismans or spells.
There are also ten wood spiritual stones and a high-level secret book. This secret book is a high-level spell of the Penglai Immortal Sect.——"Flowing Light Sword".
The so-called high-level swordsmanship has no great practical effect for Xuanmu. If it really has any practical effect, how can the Penglai Immortal Sect be willing to give it up to disciples of other sects for training?
If Xuanmu was a disciple of the Kunlun Sect at this time, the Kunlun Sect would naturally have special rewards. Unfortunately, he has no sect and only these rewards.
Naturally, those ten wood spirit stones were something that could not be bought at a sky-high price, so he still made a profit.
After more than a month of competition, the Qinling Taoism Conference has finally come to an end. Among the seven sects, none of them came out on top. This is a shameful thing. However, for Kunlun, it is not only embarrassing, but also embarrassing.
He was slapped.
Needless to say, after the conference, the monks of each sect spent their free time discussing the embarrassing things of the Kunlun sect, and gave up such a good disciple. They all said that the old monsters in Kunlun were short-sighted. Such a good disciple gave up.
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However, Kunlun had no intention of calling Xuanmu back. This made Xuanmu's calm confidence collapse in an instant.
He always believed that as long as he could come out on top in the Qinling Taoism Conference, the Kunlun Sect would change its mind and call him back to Kunlun.
He will still be Kunlun's disciple, and he will still be Xuanmu who can get along with his little senior sister day and night.
Only then did he wake up, and it turned out that everything was just his guess.
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That night, the wind was light and the clouds were light. A bright white crescent moon hung in the sky.
A black figure flew rapidly towards the Kongwu Peak of the Qinling Dao Sect. The figure was like a thunderbolt crossing the sky. It disappeared into the long night in almost the blink of an eye.
On Kongwu Peak, all Shushan disciples were meditating and resting in their respective rooms.
In a room in the east courtyard, Zi Shu was chatting with a female monk in purple. He was not ready to sit down cross-legged because the wound on his right hand had not healed yet. For some reason, his wound usually only needed a few days of healing.
Today, if you take some pills, you will be fine.
But ever since a hole was made in his right hand by Xuanmu's sword, it has been unable to heal.
"The little bastard is really my nemesis. It was because I met him that year that my wood spirit stone disappeared. It was only after I met him that a thousand-year-old giant python rushed out from under the blood fir tree.
It's because of him that my wound has not healed for a long time." Zi Shu said, with a sharp look in his eyes, looking full of anger.
"Senior brother, don't be angry. If you get angry again, it will be difficult for your wound to heal." Wu Nong, a woman in purple clothes at the side, said softly, her lips parted slightly, looking so charming.
"I won't be angry. Tomorrow I will lead more than ten Shushan disciples to get to know that kid. Anyway, he is just a casual cultivator with no family or sect." Zi Shu sneered and said with a sinister look in his eyes.
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"That's right, why bother with a clown?" The woman's laughter became even brighter.
When Zi Shu was happy, his hands became unruly. Especially the rough, bandaged right hand began to rub towards the jade rabbit on the chest of the purple-clothed woman.
The woman's slender waist was hugged by the quilt bundle with her left hand, and the jade rabbit was being rubbed, causing waves of numbness. She couldn't help but moan, biting her red lips slightly, and the lustful light in her eyes shone.