Yeling formed a hand seal, and flames stretched several dozen feet toward Qingluan.
But Qingluan severed them with a single slash.
Both were formidable, and with that relationship between them as well,
the area was packed with disciples watching the spectacle.
Another wave of flying swords swept in. Yeling spat out two mouthfuls of blood and swayed on the verge of collapse.
"Brother Qing... are you truly so heartless?"
Qingluan snorted coldly and knocked Ye Ling off the arena with the flat of his sword.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west-never scorn a youth for being poor!!"
Li Ping'an: Σ(⊙▽⊙")
Brilliant!!
Truly a classic among classics.
The battles that followed were just as spectacular, and the top sixteen were soon decided.
Situ Lei and Qin Miaomiao had been eliminated before reaching the top hundred.
Of those who advanced to the top sixteen, Lin Xue was the only one Li Ping'an knew.
Lin Xue fought her way into the final four, only to suffer an unfortunate defeat.
After more than a month, this spectacularly lively Shushan tournament finally drew to a close.
It was said that the winner could receive a Shushan magic treasure, while the final four, top sixteen... would all receive rewards of varying degrees.
These people would also descend the mountain to gain experience.
But none of that had anything to do with Li Ping'an.
He was merely a spectator.
Once the grand show ended, he returned to Medicine Valley to farm.
A man, an ox, and a chah sat in the house, chattering about the details of the matches.
Li Ping'an spoke human language.
Old Ox mooed.
Run Tu jabbered away.
It was thoroughly baffling how the three of them managed to communicate.
Life returned to its usual course.
Li Ping'an and Old