The Yun Family's Ninth Child Is An Imp!

However, they didn’t obtain any results. Everyone thought, could it be that they were thinking too much?

The next few days were all sword techniques competitions and nothing abnormal happened. Everyone put the previous matters aside for the time being.

Hei Xinjiu was not the least bit interested in sword techniques competitions. On the last day of the sword technique conference, Xiao Yue went up the high platform with full confidence.

Xiao Yue won three rounds in a row and was defeated by Zhuang Hong in the end.

Zhuang Hong had been very unlucky recently. The last time in the Bewilderment Shadow Forest, he was badly injured by the group of iron-armored blood lizards. This time, he was finally able to hold his head up high and was naturally very smug.

Although Master Ouyang was very dissatisfied with Zhuang Hong’s arrogance, seeing that he had won a few rounds in a row, his mood was still pretty good. No matter what, it was good that he had won.

At this moment, a middle-aged man leaped onto the competition stage.

Zhuang hong sized up the middle-aged man a few times. He saw that the middle-aged man was at the third layer of the Nirvana of the spirit, while he was at the fourth layer of the Nirvana of the spirit. His gaze revealed some disdain.

“You really want to compete with me? Your spiritual power is inferior to mine, and your swordsmanship can’t be compared to mine. I advise you to just admit defeat!”Zhuang Hong said arrogantly.

The middle-aged man revealed a hint of a cold smile. “If you can’t beat me in a fight, then we’ll talk about it after we fight.”

Zhuang Hong curled his lips. “HMPH, since you’re asking for humiliation, then I’ll Grant You Your Wish.”

The two of them drew their swords and engaged in a fierce battle.

In the beginning, Zhuang Hong had the absolute advantage, forcing the middle-aged man to the edge of the high platform several times.

However, the situation quickly reversed, and the middle-aged man’s sword technique suddenly became sharp. No matter what moves Zhuang Hong used, he was firmly restrained by the other party and soon fell into a disadvantageous position.

The arrogance on Zhuang Hong’s face had turned into panic. It shouldn’t be. He used the space-shattering sword technique. Although it couldn’t compare to the nameless sword technique that the elders practiced, it was still one of the best sword techniques. How could it be suppressed by the other party?

Master Ouyang’s expression changed slightly. He knew that Zhuang Hong was bound to lose.

To be honest, although the middle-aged man’s sword technique attainment wasn’t bad, it wasn’t that great. If Elder Duanmu and the others were to make a move, they could easily defeat him.

But the problem was that the sword technique conference didn’t allow the elders to step onto the stage. The Nameless Sword sect had lost a lot of face this time!

Zhuang Hong, as the successor disciple of the sect leader, had actually been defeated by a rogue cultivator. If this news were to spread out, he would have no face to face anyone in the future!

A moment later, Zhuang Hong’s right leg was stabbed by the middle-aged man, and he directly knelt on one leg on the stage.

The middle-aged man then stabbed Zhuang Hong’s left leg, and Zhuang Hong firmly knelt in front of the middle-aged man.

“The successor disciple of the Nameless Sword Sect’s sect leader is only so-so. You’ve lost, go down!”That person said disdainfully, and did not make another move.

Zhuang Hong was angry, embarrassed, and a little unwilling. When he thought of the embarrassing situation he would face when he returned to the sect, he almost wanted to die.

Master Ouyang’s expression was very ugly. That person deliberately stabbed Zhuang Hong’s legs, which was to humiliate Zhuang Hong and the Nameless Sword sect!

Although he was very angry, he could not leave Zhuang Hong on the stage and ignore him. He immediately got qu Fang and the others to help Zhuang Hong down from the stage.

When the middle-aged man saw Zhuang Hong being helped down from the stage.., he said coldly, “Is there anyone else who wants to compete? “Even the successor disciple of the Nameless Sword Sect’s sect master is no match for me. I reckon that no one would dare to come up and challenge me, right? “If not, the champion of this sword technique conference will be me.”