Chapter 108

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　　“Pfft！”
　　Just as he moved his body a little, he immediately knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood.
　　The sword qi on that flying sword was simply not something a cultivator at his level could withstand.
　　The pain that had been suppressed due to excitement now began to surge through his whole body like a tide.
　　“Xu Taiping, do you know your mistake！”
　　At this time, the voice of the sect leader once again boomed like thunder over the Zhenjianping.
At the same time, that shiny flying sword once again flew to Xu Taiping’s front with a “zheng” sound.
　　A heavy pressure once again slapped on Xu Taiping’s body like a wave.
　　“Sect leader.”
Xu Taiping endured the surging qi and blood in his body, stood up against that pressure amidst the “clicking” sound of his bones all over his body, and then the flying sword in front of him and looked at the cloud building opposite.
　　“What is my fault？”
　　He looked calmly at the tall cloud building in front of him.
　　Yes, what was his fault？
　　It was Ye Xuan who wanted to ask him for a sword fight.
　　It was also Ye Xuan who wanted to kill him after the failure of the sword fight.
　　What was his fault？
　　Is the mistake in winning against Ye Xuan？
　　At this time, among the numerous disciples in the Cloud Tower, doubts also arose in their hearts one after another.
　　“Presumptuous！”
The sect leader shouted, and the mighty pressure then poured down from above the Cloud Tower.
　　“Not even becoming an official disciple yet, and already so disobedient. What if he becomes an official disciple？”
　　The sect leader then snorted coldly again.
　　After this cold snort, although everyone clearly knew that what the sect leader did was unfair to Xu Taiping, yet no one dared to say a word.
　　Because that was the sect leader, the person with the strongest cultivation in the Qingxuan Sect.
　　“Zheng！”
　　And as he was speaking, the flying sword in front of Xu Taiping was a few feet closer to him.
　　“Admit　your　mistake.”
　　Then, the sect leader only said two words.
　　Xu Taiping fell silent.
　　He was not a stubborn person. He understood the principle that a strong bow is easily broken, but he really could not find a reason for himself to admit his mistake.
　　“Zheng！”
　　As if threatening him, the flying sword once again let out a shrill tremor sound.
　　“With such little tolerance, in our side of the world, at best, he is just the leader of some third-rate gangs.”
　　At this time, the voice of Fairy Lingyue sounded in Xu Taiping’s mind.
　　“Little Taiping, the purpose of this competition for you and me has been achieved. It’s okay not to stay in this Qingxuan Sect. The world is so big. With your sister here, you can go anywhere.”
　　She then said in a cold tone.
　　Xu Taiping could tell that Fairy Lingyue was really angry.
　　“Boom！”
　　Just as Xu Taiping was about to speak, a figure suddenly broke through the air and blocked between him and the flying sword.
　　“Sect Leader, please calm your anger. Taiping has lived at the foot of the mountain for a long time and was born in the secular world. He doesn’t know the rules. Please, Sect Leader, seeing his outstanding performance in this sword-questioning, let it go and spare him this time.”
　　The man blocked in front of Xu Taiping and bowed to Yunlou on the opposite side neither humbly nor arrogantly.
　　Although Xu Taiping’s consciousness was already a bit chaotic at this time, he still recognized at once that this was the voice of Du Gu Qingxiao.
　　“Senior　Brother　Qingxiao…”
　　“Don’t speak. Leave everything to me.”
　　Just as Xu Taiping was about to speak, he was interrupted by Qingxiao’s voice transmission.
　　“Qingxiao, this has nothing to do with you. Stand aside and wait.”
　　The Sect Leader didn’t change his mind because of the appearance of Du Gu Qingxiao.
　　Not only that, but the pressure on the flying sword instead increased by a few points, forcing Qingxiao to take a step back, and only then did he barely resist it.
　　Looking at Qingxiao’s tall figure trying his best to resist the sword energy on the flying sword, the tense expression on Xu Taiping’s face suddenly softened again.
　　Then he tried his best to raise his head and took a look at the Yunlou on one side.
When he found that Zhao Linglong and the others on the cloud building also had nervous expressions on their faces, Xu Taiping’s heart somehow warmed up.
　　To be able to meet two people in Qingxuan Sect who can truly be for me is also not in vain for this trip.
　　He thought so in his heart.
　　“Sister Lingyue, let’s go…”
　　“Zheng！”
　　Just as Xu Taiping was about to make up his mind and leave with Fairy Lingyue, another sound of a sword breaking through the air came.
Although it was also the sound of a sword, this sound of the sword was obviously more mellow and free and easy, and completely did not have the hostility of the flying sword in front of him.
　　Xu Taiping was wondering where the sound of the sword came from.
　　“Peng！”
　　A flying sword came straight down from the sky and was inserted between Qingxiao and the headmaster’s flying sword.
　　“Hong！”
　　A more magnificent and imposing sword might instantly swept across the entire Zhenjianping, sweeping away the momentum of the headmaster’s flying sword.
　　“Weng　weng　weng…”
　　And the headmaster’s flying sword, in front of the flying sword that fell from the sky, even made a long and trembling sound.
　　As if in fear of the flying sword inserted in the ground.
　　In surprise, Xu Taiping fixed his eyes on the flying sword on the ground.
　　Then he found that not only was the style of the flying sword old, but the sword tassel was also in a mess, and even the sword body was rusty.
　　“Headmaster Zhou.”
　　Just as Xu Taiping was full of confusion, a familiar voice suddenly echoed leisurely above Zhenjianping.
　　“Is… is that Ninth Uncle？”
　　In an instant, a drunk face suddenly appeared in Xu Taiping’s mind.
　　“Why is Qingxuanzong in such a mess as soon as I come back? Don’t you want me to come back?”
　　At this time, the old and thick voice sounded again.
　　However, at the same time as the voice sounded, a drunk old man, lying on a wine gourd, like a fallen leaf, slowly drifted down from the sky.
　　Just landed beside the ancient sword.
　　Yes, this person is Ninth Uncle.
　　However, Xu Taiping already knew that in addition to being called Ninth Uncle, he also had a name that was better known to the people of Qingxuanzong – Shishuzu, Lv Daoxuan.
　　“The disciple has met Little Martial Uncle！”
　　Almost at the same time as Ninth Uncle appeared, the Master also flew down from the Yunlou like a gust of wind.
　　And behind him, there were also seven Peak Masters following.
　　“Little Martial Uncle, why didn’t you notify the disciple in advance when you came back from the Northern Territory？”
　　The Zhou Master asked the drunk Ninth Uncle with a look of fear and trepidation.
　　“If I notified you, could I still see this good show？”
　　Ninth Uncle gave Zhou Tong a white look.
　　“Let Martial Uncle laugh. Such a vulgar matter, let this disciple handle it.”
　　When the Zhou Sect Leader heard this, he quickly apologized.
　　“Don’t　bother.　Continue.”
　　Uncle Jiu stretched and stood up straight, and the whole person suddenly became extremely tall.
　　“Continue？”
　　The Zhou Sect Leader had a look of confusion on his face.
　　The seven peak masters beside him also looked at each other in great confusion.
　　“Hasn’t this sword questioning already ended？”
　　Zhou Tong looked at Ye Xuan who was sitting on the ground healing his injuries, then looked at Xu Taiping behind Qing Xiao, and then his gaze bypassed the Zhou Sect Leader and looked at the seven peak masters and said：
　　“Don’t be stunned. You seven peaks, start choosing disciples！ Or is it that none of you fancy this kid？”