C37 Decapitation

After the inner and outer sect martial arts competition was over, Lu Qingfeng called Xu Haifeng and Wu Shuang to his cave, correcting the problems that had occurred in his sect during the Large Competition. After the two of them left, Lu Qingfeng left the cave as well.

The competition of the elite disciples was going to start soon. At that time, almost all of the disciples gathered at the public dining room at the main peak. There were six huge dining rooms, and each dining room could accommodate 10,000 people at the same time.

After Lu Qingfeng went down the mountain, he went straight towards the six restaurants. When Lu Qingfeng arrived here, it was dinner time, and the restaurant was already packed with people. Lu Qingfeng walked directly towards one of the restaurants because he could sense the presence of Duanmu and the others with his Spiritual Sense.

The reason why the six restaurants at the bottom of the main mountain were called public restaurants was because no matter what rank of disciple it was, they were all allowed to eat here. Wherever the Greencloud Sword Sect went, true disciples in white robes would be particularly eye-catching. In such a large restaurant, they were like cranes in a flock of chickens. Because of this, Lu Qingfeng's appearance instantly attracted the attention of many.

Of course, Duanmu Baiyun and the other three soon noticed Lu Qingfeng's arrival. They were very far away, so they waved towards Lu Qingfeng. When they got near, Lu Qingfeng pulled out a chair and sat with the four of them. Just as he sat down, he felt two unfriendly gazes on him from behind. They were staring at him like needles on his back.

He turned around and saw a young man and a young woman sitting at a table not far away. They were staring at him with unfriendly gazes. "The young girl wore a white long skirt specially made for her by the Greencloud Sword Sect's Successor Disciple. The young man wore a blue long robe.

Lu Qingfeng immediately remembered what Duanmu and the other two had said. These two were undoubtedly the two from South Honglong Pavilion and South Rongcheng. This was because these two did indeed look somewhat similar to the South Ronglin. Lu Qingfeng glanced at it and faintly smiled. Without saying anything, he turned around and no longer paid any attention to it.

When Lu Qingfeng arrived, the four of them removed the original dishes and returned to their table. Duanmu Xiaoyun took out five jars of wine from his spatial ring and the five of them began to drink heartily.

Lu Qingfeng raised his wine cup and took a sip, then put it down and said, "Do you four have any confidence in tomorrow's match?"

Zhu You Cai said, "Qing Feng, I don't think you're a man anymore. Why are you acting like one? Didn't you ask that question yesterday? You should know who we are, and it's not like you don't know who we are. Although Zhu Youcai said this, he was very touched in his heart. Only a true friend would care about someone like that. Otherwise, who would care about whether you lived or died?

On the other table, the third prince, Nan Rong and the two brothers, heard Zhu Youcai's words and said in a strange tone, "What are you bragging about? Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue out?"

Zhu You then heard her and was about to stand up, but was stopped by Nan Rong Lin, "Don't you know that fighting within the sect is prohibited? "What kind of courage are you trying to gain from this? If we meet tomorrow, we can just teach him a lesson."

Then, Duanmu Xiaoyun said, "You're talented. Don't you dare lower yourself to this lowly one's level."

Nan Rong was so angry that his veins were bulging. He stood up abruptly and pointed his finger at Duanmu Xiaoyun. "Duanmu, how dare you call this prince a vile character. Do you know your crimes?"

Duanmu Xiaoyun sneered, "You know your crimes? What crime do I know of? " Nan Rong said, "You are my imperial subject. To disrespect me is disrespectful to my father."

Duanmu Xiao Yun sneered again. "It's true that I'm a subject of Nalan Rong, but I'm not one of your subjects. You, Nannan, are nothing."

As Duanmu Xiao Yun finished speaking, Nan Rong was so angry that his face turned red and his breathing became ragged. Nan Rong and Jing Xuan also looked at the five of them with ill intent. The battle was about to begin at any moment.

At this time, Zhu You Cai said again: "What are you looking at, didn't you hear? "You, Nan Rong, just what do you think you are? Although you are a noble prince, the one who will inherit the throne in the future will definitely not be you. All you have to do is help Nan Rong Yan carry his shoes."

Zhu Youcai's words were like adding fuel to a fire. Nan Rong's pair of eyes could no longer contain their emotions as they shouted, "Duanmu Xiaoyun, do you have the guts to fight me?"

"Hehe!" Duanmu Xiaoyun chuckled. "You're just a clown. I'm afraid I'll dirty my hands in a fight with you."

Nan Rong was so angry that he almost went berserk. He pointed at Duanmu Xiaoyun and said, "Duanmu Xiaoyun, you cowardly rat. If you don't dare to fight me, obediently kneel down and kowtow and admit your mistake." And you, Lu Qingfeng, who do you think you are? However, a child of a small clan in the Fringe Region did not lose his life to my cousin, so even if you are lucky, if you know what's good for you, quickly get lost and stop meddling in the affairs of the Imperial Family. Otherwise, next time, it won't be as simple as killing you, but to destroy your entire clan.

No matter how well-educated a person was, they would still be unable to bear these words. Not to mention that Lu Qingfeng was a grandmaster in his previous life. No matter where he went, he would always be looked up to by others.

The rules of the Qing-Yun Sword Sect were strict, and elite disciples had to be respectful to true disciples. Otherwise, true disciples had the right to punish elites, inner disciples and inner disciples alike. Although the two nobles were princes, in the Greencloud Sword Sect, the identity of princes meant nothing.

Most of the elite disciples were scared when they saw a true disciple. The pitiful Nan Rong was so angry that he lost his mind. He spoke carelessly, knowing that he was only a prince. However, he did not consider that he was at the Greencloud Sword Sect, and even forgot that he was Lu Qingfeng's true disciple.

As soon as Nan Rong and Jing Xuan finished speaking, they felt something was wrong. However, before they could react, Lu Qingfeng had already used Lightning Tracking to appear in front of Nan Rong and his hands stretched out, opening and closing, dozens of mouths instantly smacked Nan Rong and Jing Xuan's faces.

Nan Rong's face swelled up at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. On each side, there was a clear handprint, and this pause in his mouth caused Nan Rong's head to spin and his eyes to go straight. After a long while, he finally regained his senses, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Nan Rong's eyes were bloodshot as he screamed: "Lu Qingfeng, you thief! Today, I will kill you!" Without waiting for them to finish, they already had long swords in their hands. Seeing that someone was going to fight with their life on the line, everyone hurriedly moved to the side.

Lu Qingfeng was still standing at the same spot, but Nan Rong's sword had already reached above his head. Lu Qingfeng took nine steps, and instantly arrived at Nan Rong's right side, extending his right hand, and grabbing onto Nan Rong's wrists, he tightened his grip and shouted, "Release!" Nan Rong's right hand suddenly loosened, and the sword fell to the ground.

This was not the end. The moment the long sword left his hand, Lu Qingfeng quickly extended his right hand. His right hand turned into a palm as he quickly thrust it towards Nan Rong's five fingers. With a cracking sound, he heard Nannan's miserable shriek. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead as she clutched her right wrist with her left hand, crying out incessantly.

At this time, Lu Qingfeng had already returned to his original position. With his hands clasped behind his back, he coldly looked at Nan Rong's pair of eyes. The entire process only took him a single breath's time to react, as if Lu Qingfeng had not moved at all. And just now, Lu Qingfeng had used the famous Wudang Sect's Tendon Splitting Bone Winding Dragon Hands. That palm attack just now had severed the meridians in the five fingers of Nan Rong's right hand.

As soon as Jing Xuan saw that his younger brother was injured, she rushed forward to support him. "How are you?" Nan Rong clenched his teeth and spat out a few words, "All the meridians in his five fingers have been broken."

Nan Rong looked at Lu Qingfeng with hatred in his eyes. His expression was ferocious, and he wanted nothing more than to burn Lu Qingfeng to ashes.

Jing Xuan also angrily glared with his eyes wide open. His beautiful face was twisted so badly that people watching him couldn't help but shiver in their hearts. "Lu Qingfeng, you've gone too far!"

"Too much?" Lu Qingfeng said: "I don't feel that I'm being excessive, but your little brother actually dares to be disrespectful to a true disciple. It's only right that I teach him a lesson."

"Haha," Jing Xuan laughed sinisterly. "That's only natural. Lu Qingfeng, I, Jing Xuan, challenge you. Do you dare to accept my challenge?"

In the Qing-Yun Sword Sect, unless it was an advanced disciple who challenged a low-level disciple, almost all challengers would accept the challenge. Otherwise, their reputation would be ruined and there would be no place for them in the Qing-Yun Sword Sect.

Lu Qingfeng said, "Why do you have to fight in the same way? Please draw a path for me." In Lu Qingfeng's heart, he didn't want to accept Jing Xuan's challenge. A good man wouldn't fight with a woman. But if he didn't accept it, then he wouldn't have a better way to resolve it in a short period of time. Lu Qingfeng was very clear in his heart that there was no possibility of resolving this matter between them. Since he couldn't resolve it, he would teach him a ruthless lesson.

Jing Xuan said, "Regardless of life or death, all of the fellow disciples here can testify."

Lu Qingfeng smiled: "As you say, please come to the arena and fight."

At the back of the main peak, there was a huge square with a round stage with a diameter of a hundred meters in the center. Within a radius of 500 meters from the high platform, there was a fence. No one other than the two sides fighting each other was allowed to enter the fence.

This place had become the ultimate place for the Qing-Yun Sword Sect disciples to settle their disputes. The one who died in battle had no complaints at all. Otherwise, if the conflict continued, it could potentially cause fatal damage to the sect or individual.

The news of the duel between Jing Xuan and Lu Qingfeng spread like wildfire throughout the entire Greencloud Sword Sect. A duel between true disciples was something that only happened once in a hundred years. No one wanted to miss out on this opportunity. As a result, all the disciples rushed to the arena. When Lu Qingfeng and the others arrived, the square was already packed with people.