After Favorability Is Maxed Chapter 150 – How Did You Cultivate?

Chapter 150: How Did You Cultivate?

Not long after the official start of the Singing Sword segment, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion announced their numbers one after another. There were also various sounds that were constantly made during the fighting process, making the lively atmosphere a little tense.

Because of the token's automatic identification of strength, the difference between the two sides would not be too big. At least, in the early stages, they would be within a small realm, so under normal circumstances, there would be exchanges, and the fight would be more beautiful.

A battle usually lasted between the time it took for an incense stick to burn and two hours.

When the battle had gone on for more than an hour, it actually did not look good.

After all, everyone was watching and there were still a few judges watching. They would definitely want to show 200 percent of their strength for everyone to see.

If he was already entangled with others at the beginning, what was there to see later?

Therefore, the early stages were basically just starting and almost ending. The frequency of changes in the ring was very high.

Liu Yuan looked at Yan Guanlin.

He thought to himself, ‘This is really quite a coincidence.'

He had thought that he would have to fight three or four rounds before meeting Yan Guanlin, but who knew that his first opponent would be Yan Guanlin.

Meeting an acquaintance could be considered a good start.

Liu Yuan turned his head and saw that Shen Sifan had already returned to her seat on the Singing Sword Platform. the woman's gaze fell on him, but when she saw him looking over, she subconsciously looked away, trying to cover up something.

The young cultivator from Mount Meru stared at him. After repeatedly confirming that he was indeed in the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment stage, he gritted his teeth and his expression became more determined.

He had been bitterly cultivating for so long. No matter what method the other party had used to advance by leaps and bounds to this extent, he had to defeat the other party!

Yan Guanlin pulled out his long sword and pointed it at Liu Yuan, only to find that Liu Yuan was still in a daze. He could not help but shout, “Jiang Feng! you've humiliated me many times before, and today, I must wash away all of that humiliation!”

After he said this, he thought that Liu Yuan would sarcastically retort, but he did not expect Liu Yuan to just turn his head back. There was even a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be a little surprised as he looked at him and said, “I hope you can get what you want.”

Yan Guanlin was so angry that he could not say anything, and his hand that was holding the sword trembled slightly.

He had clearly said those provocative words, but in the end, the other party actually used words of encouragement to give him blessings?

Just how much did this guy look down on her for him to speak in such a tone as if she was his elder?

“Good! very good!”

Since they had about a minute or two to prepare, Yan Guanlin stared at Liu Yuan with a murderous look. The disciples of the Sword Pavilion who were watching from the side were all sweating, thinking that there must be some kind of great enmity between the two.

However, although the rules of the Singing Sword contest stated that killing was not allowed. Swords had no eyes, and it was inevitable that accidental injuries would be caused by magic spells. Every time, there would be people who were seriously injured and on the verge of death.

The disciple of the Sword Pavilion raised his vigilance and made it clear that he could not kill the other party. After both sides nodded, he waved his sleeve to signal the start of the fight.

Whoosh!

Yan Guanlin, who had been waiting for this moment, flew out in an instant and disappeared from where he was standing, leaving a golden ripple on the ground. It must have been a movement spell.

Buzzzzzz!

Liu Yuan summoned the Qingyang Sword, turned his hand around, and held the sword. He slashed diagonally backward in a circle. The green light drew an arc and collided with the blade that appeared in the air, making a clear ‘clang'.

Yan Guanlin's figure appeared behind Liu Yuan. His pupils contracted and he looked in disbelief. “How can you be so cowardly?”

“You're too slow.” Liu Yuan's calm voice sounded in his ear.

Yan Guanlin subconsciously turned his head. Liu Yuan had already turned around and was right in front of him, but Yan Guanlin could not even catch a trace of his movement.

Whizz-

The swords of the two people crossed in an instant, making an ear-piercing sword sound. The power of the clash, the collision of spiritual power, spread out with a bang, brushing away the fine dust on the ground and the sleeves of the two people.

Whew…

Yan Guanlin almost held his breath, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The situation had reversed so quickly that his heart was beating fast, and he was nervous.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, which eventually turned into confusion.

How did this happen?

He had indeed used all his strength, intending to finish off his opponent in one go. He had used his strongest moves in both his body movements and sword techniques, but it was as if all his actions had been seen through.

Liu Yuan moved without any hesitation, as if Yan Guanlin was about to get hit.

If one had amazing insight and combat experience, it was completely possible to make a prediction.

What really surprised Yan Guanlin was Liu Yuan's spiritual power. It was so dense and solid that it even made people wonder if he was a Core Formation cultivator in disguise.

All the speculations about how this guy had improved his strength were broken.

Dual cultivation or medicinal pills would definitely not have such an effect.

Yan Guanlin naturally did not expect that Liu Yuan, who appeared to be a poor and unaffiliated cultivator, would have a demonic weapon that could absorb Blood Qi to increase the host's experience points, as well as many, many high-level cultivation furnaces.

The confusion in his heart only lasted for a moment. The next moment, he saw from the corner of his eye that the long sword in Liu Yuan's hand had slid away and turned around, pointing straight at his body.

The blade of the sword glowed with a cold light.

Flames burst out from the Qingyang Sword, and four dazzling green balls of light instantly appeared around the slender sword.

the Qingyang Sword also had its own skills, but they were definitely not as strong as Evil Heart of Killing. The ‘Ten Days Drive' would condense different numbers of small green suns according to the level of cultivation, the kind that could emit lasers. The temperature was extremely high, and the penetrating power was extremely strong.

The number of shots would be determined by the amount of spiritual power.

Yan Guanyu's scalp went numb. Sensing danger, he immediately retreated and changed to a defensive spell.

However, he clearly did not expect that this skill was also long-range.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The light from the light ball was so blinding that Yan Guanlin could not avoid it. The disciple from the Sword Pavilion immediately shouted for Liu Yuan to stop.

Liu Yuan kept his sword, and the wooden tablet automatically recorded his first victory.

Yan Guanlin clutched the side of his abdomen and looked at the blood flowing out between his fingers with a pale face. He coughed twice and felt a lingering fear in his heart. If this was not the Singing Sword contest, he would have been a corpse by now.

The battle ended within the time it took for an incense stick to burn, which attracted the attention of many people.

Yan Guanlin thought of what he had said and felt ashamed. He immediately jumped off the stage, turned around, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Liu Yuan continued to compete with the other people in the winner's group. There were less than ten people in the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment stage, and in the blink of an eye, all of them had finished competing. Naturally, Liu Yuan was in first place.

The first day's matches were all of the same level. Liu Yuan even took the time to check on the other five people who were in the inn.

When the day's competition was over, Liu Yuan was unexpectedly stopped by Yan Guanlin.

“Why?” Yan Guanlin glared at Liu Yuan and said through gritted teeth, “You, how did you cultivate!”

“Sigh.” Liu Yuan sighed and felt that he was about to become this guy's Mental Demon.

He spread his hands and said, “Do you remember what i said before? Are there any women in the Inkstone Tower who can sit down and discuss Dao with you? Their cultivation is enough for me to benefit from dual cultivation. When I asked the Sword Pavilion Master for compensation, I specifically asked for a lot of spirit stones.”

Yan Guanlin's eyes widened in realization. “You're really an opportunist! I knew it!”

No wonder he was saying that his hard work in cultivation could not compare to this kind of person!

Hahahaha…

Liu Yuan looked at Yan Guanlin's back as he walked away in satisfaction. He felt that he might have saved another lost young man.

Chapter end