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Hearing that the competition had started, Rong Yi did not immediately rush up. Instead, he continued waving the long sword in his hands, from its initial slow down, to faster and faster, and more and more familiar with it. It was as if it was about to merge with the sword.

The disciples below the stage looked at Rong Yi with incomparable shock: "Senior Brother Rong seems to have a Spiritual Energy, but doesn't he have no Spiritual Root? Where did the Spiritual Energy come from? "

Everyone was also very curious.

"I heard that Senior Brother Bai agreed to marry Senior Brother Rong to cultivate his Spiritual Root in order to allow Senior Brother Rong to cultivate. Now that Senior Brother Bai suddenly cancelled the engagement, it should be because there are other ways for Senior Brother Rong to obtain the Spiritual Root that they cancel the engagement."

"Hearing you say this, it really is possible. Does this mean that Senior Brother Rong owning a Spiritual Energy is the Senior Brother Bai's doing?"

"So what if there is a Spiritual Energy? Look at his Spiritual Energy, it's weak to the point that it's not. It should be because he had just entered the Qi Refinement not too long ago, it's simply impossible for him to defeat Senior Brother Chang, who has nine levels of Qi Refinement.

Rong Yi looked at the disciples and continued waving the swords in his hands.

Chang Fuming watched as he continued to wave his sword, he squinted his eyes, he had never known Rong Yi knew sword techniques, but, they were not competing in sword techniques, no matter how powerful they were, it was useless.

He drove his long sword and pierced towards Rong Yi.

Rong Yi's expression turned cold, he raised his hand to stop the long sword.

Chang Fuming increased the speed of the long sword.

Rong Yi's speed became faster and faster as he swung his sword, as though he had calculated where his opponent would attack. His feet stood firmly in his original position, and quickly danced with his long sword s.

Everyone looked at Rong Yi with their eyes wide open.

"Oh my god, Senior-apprentice Brother Rong's speed is too fast, I can't even catch up to his movements, his sword arts are on par with Sword Cultivator, and magical instrument was not destroyed by Senior-apprentice Brother Chang, what level is his magical instrument at?"

"The light emitted by his magical instrument is very weak, and it's not as bright as Senior Brother Chang's. It should be a level less magical instrument, but its spirit energy is thicker than Senior Brother Chang's."

"Hmm, it seems like Senior Brother Rong's magical instrument is not bad, their cultivation level is not as high as Senior Brother Chang's."

magical instrument was also the key to victory, which was why everyone pursued good magical instrument and equipment.

Chang Fuming stared at Rong Yi fiercely. He had originally been able to beat Rong Yi to the ground and beg for forgiveness in one move, but after so many moves, Rong Yi was still able to stand there safe and sound.

Wei Wenxiao and Rong Wanyin started to panic. They thought that Rong Yi would get beaten up very badly, but she just stood there and attacked them easily.

Bu Qi finally let out a breath of relief. Looking at the current situation, he wouldn't be able to handle Rong Yi in a short period of time.

Chang Fuming clenched his teeth and chanted an incantation. One of his magical instrument turned into ten long sword.

Rong Yi squinted his eyes, he knew that his Spiritual Energy was low, and was not suitable for a prolonged battle. He once again used his Spiritual Energy to form a sword for the magical instrument bracelet, and then used his hand to block it.

Chang Fuming was shocked, and anxiously dodged.

Rong Yi didn't give him a chance to catch his breath, and madly stabbed at him.

His sword techniques were fast, ruthless, and accurate. When everyone saw him, they felt that he had practiced the sword since he was young. Otherwise, there would not have been such a good sword technique.

Chang Fuming hurriedly reinforced his defensive shield. Unexpectedly, he was pierced through by his long sword in just a few moments, and his arm was cut by the long sword.

"Chang Fuming is truly a piece of trash. He can't even beat someone who has just started cultivating. His years of training were wasted." Even Wei Wenxiao himself wanted to rush up to fight for Chang Fuming and defeat him.

Rong Wanyin muttered: "How did Rong Yi become so powerful? What happened to him during the four years he was away from the sect? "

As Rong Yi got closer to Chang Fuming, he pierced through the side with his sword to push Chang Fuming's sword back, forcing him to the side and not giving him the chance to fly, and increased the speed of his sword to hit and pick at Chang Ming Fu.

Chang Ming Fu was beaten to the point that he didn't even have the chance to retaliate.

Yin Tao shouted excitedly, "Daddy, hit him! Daddy, hit him!"

Rong Yi smiled back at him.

Everyone looked blankly at Rong Yi.

"How did Senior Rong become so powerful?"

"Is this person really Senior Rong?"

Rong Yi suddenly stopped and said: "Senior Brother Chang, it's time for you to get off the stage and change your clothes."

Following the end of his words, Chang Fuming's robe began to fall like the petals of a flower, piece by piece, until only a shady pair of short pants was left.

"Ah!" The female disciples exclaimed as they hurriedly covered their eyes, "So embarrassing."

Yin Tao imitated the female disciples as he covered his own face, "So embarrassing, so embarrassing."

Bu Qi laughed and rubbed his little head.

Chang Fuming felt a cool sensation on his body, and quickly looked down.

Rong Yi took the chance and used the hilt of sword to hit Chang Fuming on his chest, and then knocked him down the stage.

Everyone cried out in alarm.

Who would have thought that the one to be knocked off the stage would be Chang Fuming.

The deacon was startled, and couldn't help but look at where Rong Wanyin was sitting.

Bu Qi looked in the direction of his gaze and reminded him: "Deacon Yu, according to the rules, being knocked off the stage is considered a loss."

Deacon Yu could not allow Chang Fuming to enter the stage again in front of so many people, and declare Chang Fuming defeated.

"I didn't lose. I didn't lose." How could Chang Fuming be willing to be defeated like this? He immediately jumped up and rushed to the stage.

Bu Qi swept his palm downwards again.

The surrounding disciples quickly advised, "Senior Chang, you've already been knocked out of the arena. If you go up again, you'll be punished."

Chang Fuming roared: "Rong Yi's Spirit Stage is not as high as mine, he simply cannot win against me. Rong Yi, if we continue to compete, I will definitely win against you."

"Senior Brother Chang, his victory at the magical instrument is better than yours." The disciples stopped him and did not let him go up again.

Master Rong walked in front of Guo Duan, raised him up and said coldly with his sword: "Apologize to my son."

Guo Duan looked at the sword tip that was shining with a cold light under the sunlight and couldn't help but to gulp down his saliva.

Beside him, the seniors quietly pulled on his sleeves and whispered: "His son is little disciple, our senior granduncle. If you don't want to stay in Jiuxu Sect, quickly apologize."

Guo Duan's legs went soft, and with a poof, he kneeled down towards Yin Tao. As he kowtowed heavily, he said: "Senior Master, I'm sorry, disciple shouldn't have said anything wrong about you. Senior Master, I'm sorry, disciple shouldn't have said anything wrong about you ?"

The disciples on the other side also noticed the commotion and looked over.

"What happened over at the Qi Refinement disciple's side?"

"Looks like someone knelt down and apologized to the others."

"Who's apologizing to whom?"

"I don't know. I'll go over and ask."

In less than two incense sticks' time, everyone present knew that not only did Rong Yi have a Spiritual Root, he had also used a superior sword technique to defeat a disciple at the ninth level of Qi Refinement.

When Bai Yunchen who was at the Jindan Stage heard the news, he frowned. He knew his own junior brother very well, a person who had never touched a sword before.

Everything that happened in the Qi Refinement competition arena was naturally witnessed by the Sect Leader and the elders who were sitting high above.

Elder Jiu Qing said, "This old man remembers that the disciple with a big stomach seemed to be the son of the Peak Master s from the Tianxu Peak, Rong Yi."

"That's him." Elder Jiu Men furrowed his brows. "This disciple who often gave us the 'Nine Void' and 'Black' disciples, why did he suddenly get a Spiritual Energy?"

Sect Leader said lightly: "After the competition, I will send someone to check it out."

After Rong Yi counted to ten kowtows, he immediately asked Bu Qi to leave, because if he did not leave now, there might be more matches waiting for him.

Wei Wenxiao watched as Rong Yi left, so angry that he wanted to use his sword to cut him down: "Mother, now everyone knows that he has Spiritual Energy."

Rong Wanyin quickly comforted him: "Don't be anxious, he just entered the Qi Refinement level and we have the chance to kill him. Actually, it's fine if he's fine, but we still have to find out where his father hid the materials from him."

After Wei Wenxiao heard this, his heart finally felt a lot better.

When Rong Yi and the others left the competition grounds, Yin Tao shouted excitedly: "Daddy is so powerful! Daddy is so powerful, I also want to learn sword techniques."

Rong Yi laughed: "Alright, I'll teach you when I get back. You can get up tomorrow and take a horse stance."

Once Yin Tao heard that he had to wake up early, he immediately said: "Oh, I'm not going to learn."

Rong Yi was so angry that she laughed.

Fortunately, he did not really want Yin Tao who did not have a Blade Spiritual Root to learn sword skills. After all, the early stage of Sword Cultivator was too weak, and he was often bullied.

Bu Qi brought them out of the main entrance of the Jiuxu Sect.

Rong Yi could see the carriage they sat in from far away.

He could not help but laugh, he did not expect Yin Jinye to really wait for him to come out.

Seeing them return, Rong Su immediately said to Yin Jinye who was in the car: "Master, Young Master and Little Master have come out."

Bu Qi stopped in front of the carriage.

Rong Su immediately took the child in his hand and asked: "Little Master, how was today's competition?"

Yin Tao nodded his head, "I refined a chrysanthemum for father."

"Little Master is so powerful." Rong Su did not ask for his rank, but after praising him, he stuffed the child into the car.

When Yin Tao saw that Yin Jinye had also entered the carriage, his eyes brightened and quickly threw himself into's embrace, "Father, Father, when I competed in the competition, I helped father refine a chrysanthemum magical instrument. Master Yun Yi used my magical instrument to defeat the others. "Daddy is also very powerful. He wielded a sword, and with a few 'shua shua', he knocked the person off the stage. He even tore his robe into pieces, and left him without a robe to wear, gege ?"

Yin Jinye heard him talking nonstop, so he directly picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, stopping him from talking.

The pastries were prepared by Rong Su. He said that Rong Yi could eat them if he was hungry.

Yin Tao who had been starving to death still did not swallow the pastries in his mouth, but immediately picked up another piece of cake.

Outside the carriage, Rong Su asked Rong Yi: "Young Master, you passed the test?"

Rong Yi looked at Bu Qi: "It's hard for me to not pass even if I want to."

"Right, our young master is so powerful, he definitely passed the exam." Rong Su helped him into the car: "Young Master, hurry up and get in. I've already prepared some pastries for you from the car."

Rong Yi was also extremely hungry, "You're still the most considerate one."