Battle platform.

Sword energy crisscrossed, special effects at full display.

“…”

At this moment, all warriors on the viewing platform stood up, eyes wide open, the shock in their gazes unprecedentedly intense.

From their angle, the entire venue was filled with sword momentum, filled with sword energy!

“Clang!”

Zhou Hong sheathed his sword and cupped his fists: “You’ve won.”

Readers are surely full of questions.

The previous chapter was just preparing to take the stage, how is this chapter already defeated?

Actually, regarding sword dao battles, they’re really too boring and dull, so the entire process was directly skipped.

Everyone just needs to remember that after the two took the stage, they exchanged glances for a long time. Jian Xiaohong displayed the Guixu Sword Technique, the entire space above the battle platform was filled with crisscrossing sword energy—the scene once brought a newly hired artist to tears.

Old artists?

Don’t ask. If you ask, they resigned.

“Too amazing!”

Gu Tianxing stood up.

Although the author skipped the battle process and readers didn’t see it, he as someone present personally witnessed the gorgeous Guixu Sword Technique.

This was still displayed by Senior Guixu’s granddaughter. If fortunate enough to see the master himself take action, the scene of crisscrossing sword energy presented would probably be unforgettable for life!

If you asked Gu Tianxing what the strongest sword technique in the Cangyun Galaxy was, he would definitely answer without hesitation—the Guixu Sword Technique!

On the viewing platform, everyone was shocked by the sword technique and stood up.

Only one person sat.

That’s right, it was Jun Changxiao.

At this moment, he was slumped in his chair in Ge You’s posture, weakly howling in his heart: “Zhou Hong, this guy, is also acting against me!”

Su Xiaomo losing was still understandable.

But how could Zhou Hong lose!

Among the core disciples brought along, the most trustworthy was first Ye Xingchen, second was Zhou Hong. Yet… he was the one who acted most harshly against him!

“Whoosh—”

The Guixu Sword that had merged into the sky flew down, landing in Jian Xiaohong’s hand. She stylishly sheathed the sword and smiled: “I only barely won you in technique.”

“Crack crack!”

Ten thousand swords shattered, turning into nothingness, everything returned to normal.

“That’s still winning.”

Zhou Hong walked down from the battle platform.

He didn’t act.

But truly lost in sword techniques.

As a swordsman, losing is losing. This point must be acknowledged.

However, unlike Li Shangtian who was still sprawled on the ground with a guilty expression, Zhou Hong who lost the match didn’t take it to heart at all.

Of course.

There was also regret.

Regret that he hadn’t comprehended the third form of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, otherwise he should have been able to reverse the defeat.

“Hey.”

Jian Xiaohong called out from behind: “My grandfather has never found a suitable successor. Are you interested in taking him as your master?”

These words spoken, the entire venue instantly fell into silence.

Her grandfather, who?

The Cangyun Galaxy’s top powerhouse, Guixu Sword Saint!

Not to mention young people harboring dreams, even warriors who had been famous for a long time would wish to kneel at his door to become disciples.

Becoming the Guixu Sword Saint’s disciple was something countless people dreamed of, even willing to squeeze their heads pointed to drill in.

Today.

His granddaughter actually actively asked someone if they wanted to become a disciple!

Simply enviable to death!

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao, slumped in his chair, stood up. Not only was he fully revived, his gaze also shone with excitement.

That the organizers would break precedent to designate a battle opponent for that woman was enough to show the Guixu Sword Saint had great influence. For his own disciple to take him as master would definitely be an enormous opportunity!

“I apologize.”

Zhou Hong stopped and said, “I am an Eternal Sect disciple, I will not take others as master.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

You being an Eternal Sect disciple is correct, but it doesn’t prevent you from taking others as master.

Strictly speaking, disciples and sect masters belong to superior-subordinate relationships, not master-disciple relationships.

To this day, whether Li Qingyang or Xiao Zuiji, they all called Jun Changxiao Sect Master, called Hua Meigui Lady, not Master or Mistress.

Of course.

It could also be considered master-disciple.

However, with Jun Changxiao’s personality, he preferred disciples to call him Sect Master.

And in the sect, only one person calling Gousheng Master wouldn’t be found fault with—that was Lin Yi, after all a properly accepted disciple.

“Just leave a garbage sect.” Jian Xiaohong said, “Following my grandfather to cultivate sword dao can let you glimpse higher realms.”

Jun Gousheng smiled bitterly.

My Eternal Sect, placed in the entire Upper Universe, may not be the strongest, but at least isn’t something any cat or dog dares provoke. In the Sword Saint’s granddaughter’s eyes, it’s actually evaluated as garbage.

Hehe.

Whatever makes you happy.

Zhou Hong said, “I respect you, please also respect me. Don’t insult my sect, otherwise…”

He didn’t finish speaking, but his cold gaze already represented everything.

“Alright, alright.”

Jian Xiaohong jumped down from the battle platform, walked in front of him, made an apologetic gesture: “I’m sorry, I misspoke.”

“Miss Jian.”

Just then, Jun Changxiao spoke: “If Sword Saint Senior can favor this humble one’s disciple, naturally I’m willing for him to become a disciple.”

Little Duo would jump out at this time to mock Gousheng for being realistic, or his appearance of desperately wanting to cling to big thighs was truly base.

In reality?

He was considering Zhou Hong’s interests.

Many facilities and secret realms in the Eternal Sect targeted martial dao.

As a sword cultivator, Zhou Hong had been focusing on cultivation alone since entering the sect. He was the only disciple who didn’t rely on cheats and completely relied on self-improvement to advance.

Self-comprehension was commendable.

However, if there was an excellent master to guide him, at least he could avoid taking detours.

As a top sword dao master, the Guixu Sword Saint could obviously qualify.

“Fool.”

Jian Xiaohong walked in front of him, casually placed her hands behind her back, and smiled: “Your sect master already agreed, you still don’t agree?”

Zhou Hong said, “I’m called Zhou Hong, not Fool.”

“I know, Fool.”

“…”

Jian Xiaohong leaned her head over and smiled: “After the Galaxy Main Competition ends, follow me to Guixu Realm.”

An entire realm named after the Sword Saint’s name—definitely a big shot among big shots!

“It’s settled then.”

Jian Xiaohong blinked her eyes, turned her body with a little foot spin: “After it ends, I’ll come find you at the inn. Don’t stand me up, otherwise I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth.”

“…”

Zhou Hong was speechless.

Is her brain the same as the Sect Master’s with problems!

…

Zhou Hong and Jian Xiaohong’s battle ended, matches still continued.

During this time, Daoyuan Sect’s eldest disciple Nangong Qinxian fought. Worthy of being a seeded player, after taking the stage, he effortlessly defeated his opponent.

“Number seven Lu Qianqian, number eight Lingli take the stage!”

As the referee called out loudly, the audience all cast their gazes over.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor’s adopted son performed very arrogantly and had once defeated two Eternal Sect disciples. Now encountering them again, they could definitely stage a good show.

“Whoosh!”

Lu Qianqian in white robes floated onto the battle platform.

“Big Senior Sister…” Ye Xingchen originally wanted to say give him face, but sensing that cold energy, immediately shut his mouth again.

Forget it, forget it.

At worst, go to the losers’ bracket to find him!

According to regulations, the top ten in the main competition would participate in the finals as Cangyun Galaxy seeded players, while the top twenty from the losers’ bracket would participate as regular participants.

Ye Xingchen’s thinking was simple.

Lu Qianqian defeats Lingli, he himself deliberately forfeits, specifically going to the losers’ bracket to torment him.

It just so happened.

Xiao Zuiji and the others had the same thought.

Never mind whether they could encounter Lingli in the losers’ bracket—if Eternal Sect core disciples deliberately lost matches, the finals might let shrimp soldiers and crab generals mix in, while the losers’ bracket would be full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!

Just afraid… Gousheng couldn’t withstand disciples all acting against him and getting angry to death.

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