Senior Sister Bai Yueguang is incredibly strong.

Chapter 38 Sect Grand Competition (3)

She walked and stopped along the way, and after Luo Zai Shui shattered another killing formation, she found a rock and sat down.

Behind her was a dense forest, and there was no one in front of her. Clearly, she and Chu Yeli had become separated.

She didn't know when they got separated.

Along the way, she encountered no fewer than ten killing formations of varying sizes. It seemed that the Wen family was determined to lose several cultivators in this competition.

It's unlikely that the powerful families and sects will pursue the matter, since the Wen family could be blamed for their lack of skill, and if something unexpected happens, they can't say much.

The road ahead is likely to be even more difficult.

"Help me..."

A weak and feeble cry for help caught Luo Zai Shui's attention.

The voice sounded like it was coming from the dense forest behind them.

Luo stood up at the water station, hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the dense forest.

With a "whoosh," an iron sword grazed her cheek. Although she reacted quickly and dodged it, the sword still left a bloody mark on her face.

The moment her toes touched the ground, another iron sword flew over. Luo Zai Shui spun around and hid behind a withered tree.

She carefully observed her surroundings. In front of the withered tree was a wide open space, with more than twenty iron swords poised to strike in each of the eight directions. If she hadn't dodged in time, she would probably have been riddled with holes.

"Help……"

The cry for help rang out again, and a faint smell of blood still lingered in the air.

Luo poked her head out of the water, searching for the person's figure.

Another iron sword flew past, and only then did Luo Zai Shui see a dark figure rolling in the mud.

Luo was shocked for two seconds before regaining his composure. He figured the mud figure had probably fallen into the sword formation by accident and couldn't climb out now.

The time to test humanity has come. If I don't lend him a hand now, my conscience won't be clear. But this sword formation is not one that just anyone would dare to break through.

Seeing this scene in front of the bronze mirror, Shi Ming knew that she was about to save someone.

The person in the bronze mirror, with one hand forming a talisman and the other holding a sword, charged directly into the sword formation.

The iron sword, poised to strike, aimed directly at her as someone barged in.

Luo Zai Shui remained calm, using the Long Rainbow Sword to block the oncoming iron sword while simultaneously slapping talismans onto the eight-directional array's eye points.

Upon reaching the clay figure, he made a hand seal, and the talisman at the center of the formation was immediately engulfed by flames. A sound like shattering glass rang out, and the iron sword, which had been charging fiercely, suddenly lost its momentum and fell to the ground with a series of cracking sounds.

After confirming that the mud figure was still alive, Luo poked him with his sword sheath in the water: "Are you still alive?"

"Cough cough... I'm alive, I'm alive, thank you, young lady."

The man struggled to his feet, his wounds reopening and covered in mud and pebbles.

Luo Zai Shui couldn't bear to watch any longer and suggested, "Why don't you go to the river to wash up first? That way you can treat your wounds."

"My name is Yan Zhiqing of the Dongying Canglian Sect. I am grateful to you for saving my life. May I ask your name?"

Luo Zai Shui waved his hand, indicating that it was unnecessary: ​​"No need, I still need to continue on my way. You are already injured, so it's better not to go any further. The formations ahead are becoming increasingly dangerous."

The man muttered an explanation: "I'm pretty good at breaking formations. If someone hadn't deliberately tricked me, I wouldn't have been trapped by this little sword formation."

Luo Zai Shui didn't have time to listen to what he was saying and turned to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Yan Zhiqing limped after him.

Luo Zai Shui was puzzled: "Why did you chase after me when you were injured?"

Yan Zhiqing revealed a set of white teeth, but his eyes were very bright. He casually wiped the mud off his face and said, "I can't win the championship, but I want to break a few more formations and rank higher."

"Oh."

Luo Zai Shui ignored him and continued walking forward.

The man continued to limp behind him.

She suppressed her impatience: "Why are you still following me?"

Yan Zhiqing touched his nose: "Um... you still haven't told me your name. As the saying goes, a life-saving grace should be repaid with one's body..."

"Stop!" Luo Zai Shui placed the scabbard of the Changhong Sword against the man's neck. "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

The man raised his hand, seemingly unsteady on his feet: "I just want to know your name."

Luo Zai Shui sheathed his sword and said, "Luo Zai Shui of Xianyun Peak."

Then he turned around and left.

"Luo Zai Shui..."

The man muttered her name several times: "Hey, wait!"

Luo Zai Shui couldn't stand it anymore and threw him a bottle of medicine: "Stop following me. If you keep aggravating your injury like this, you'll ruin your leg!"

"Huh? Is it that serious?"

The man was clearly taken aback and looked down to check the injury on his leg.

Luo Zai Shui took the opportunity to continue his journey.

"No, wait a minute." The man, disregarding his own injuries, grabbed her.

Luo Zai Shui watched as the man's dirty hand left a black mark on her sleeve, her brows twitching uncontrollably: "What do you want?"

When Yan Zhiqing saw that his dirty hands had soiled her clothes, and that the woman's expression had changed, he knew he was in the wrong and quickly let go of her hand, hurriedly explaining, "I'm sorry, miss, I just wanted to ask if you know the Luo family of Dongying?"

Luo Zai Shui brushed the dust off his clothes, frowned and said, "Xianyun Peak is tens of thousands of miles away from Japan. I have lived on Xianyun Peak since I was a child. How could I possibly know the Luo family of Japan? Besides, wasn't the Luo family wiped out more than ten years ago? How could I possibly know them?"

Hearing Luo Zai Shui's denial, Yan Zhi Qing also wondered if he had made a mistake, and could only say awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Miss Luo, I thought you might be her descendant because you look somewhat similar to the portrait of the Luo family patriarch. I was being presumptuous."

"Goodbye."

Yan Zhiqing watched her departing figure, scratched his head, and sighed softly. She really did look too much like her. If the youngest daughter of the Luo family head were still alive, she would probably be about the same age as this girl.

Lu Da and Ji Yuan, who were watching from the sidelines, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Da secretly glanced at Wen Lian above, secretly glad that the man hadn't noticed their conversation. If the Wen family suspected Luo Zai Shui's background, neither Zai Shui nor Xian Yun Feng would escape disaster.

When Shi Ming saw that Yan Zhiqing was no longer bothering Luo Zaishui, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed. Nie Xushuang, on the other hand, inexplicably thought of the portrait of the Luo family patriarch that was once kept in the library of Huayu Sect. Upon closer inspection, Luo Zaishui's eyebrows and the person in the portrait were seven or eight parts similar.

However, Yan Zhiqing also knew that the bronze mirror was monitoring their every move. What was his intention in deliberately pointing out Luo Zaishui's suspicious background in front of everyone?

When Su Wusi saw Yan Zhiqing's face clearly, she clenched her fists tightly. She had to remind her senior brothers and sisters to be careful of this person.