I created Qin Tianjian in modern times

Zhao Qi smiled slightly and said: "In that case, then I will go and meet him."

The leader was tall and had arrogant eyes. He was none other than the core disciple of Lingjian Sect—Li Piaomiao.

Li Miaomiao glanced around the disciples of the Tianyang Sect, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "The Tianyang Sect is really in decline. It can't even find a decent opponent."

The disciples of Tianyang Sect were furious when they heard this and drew their swords towards each other.

Zhao Qi walked forward with a calm expression, raised his hands and said: "Senior Brother Li Mianmiao, you have come from afar, and Tianyang Sect should treat you with courtesy. But if you come here to provoke, don't blame us for being rude."

Li Piaomiao glanced at Zhao Qi, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Who are you? Are you worthy of talking to me?"

Zhao Qi smiled slightly: "I am Zhao Qi, a disciple of the inner sect of Tianyang Sect. Senior Brother Li Miaomiao is famous in the world of immortal cultivation. I am lucky enough to meet you today, so I should ask you for some advice."

Li Pianmiao sneered: "Hmph, you are good at talking. But I will not show mercy just because of your compliments. I am here today to defeat you and let Tianyang Sect know how powerful our Spirit Sword Sect is!"

Zhao Qi smiled slightly: "Senior Brother Li's words are wrong. The way to cultivate immortality depends on chance and strength. Today you and I compete, no matter the outcome, it is an encouragement and spur to each other. Please!"

As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation. Li Piaomiao didn't waste any time. She flashed her body and turned into a sword light to attack Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi was well prepared and cleverly avoided Li Miaomiao's attack with a movement of his body. The two of them fought together in the martial arts field, their sword energy criss-crossed, and they were inseparable.

Li Piaomiao sneered: "Hmph, how dare a nobody dare to challenge me? Well, I'll let you see the swordsmanship of Lingjian Sect!"

Zhao Qi was well prepared and cleverly avoided Li Miaomiao's attack with a movement of his body. The two of them fought together in the martial arts field, their swords were full of energy, and they were inseparable.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of Tianyang Sect cheered and cheered for Zhao Qi.

The monks of Lingjian Sect were shocked. They did not expect that there was such a master in Tianyang Sect.

The surrounding disciples held their breaths to watch this fierce battle.

They knew that this was not just an ordinary competition, but also a direct dialogue between the two factions.

After a fierce battle, Li Miaomiao gradually felt that Zhao Qi was not just an ordinary person. His swordsmanship was exquisite and varied, making him difficult to guard against.

And Zhao Qi also discovered that although Li Miaomiao's swordsmanship was extremely sharp, it lacked agility and change, and seemed to be bound by some fixed routine.

The atmosphere in the martial arts arena at Tianyangmen was tense and solemn. The sun shines through the sparse clouds, adding a touch of golden color to the fierce contest.

Zhao Qi is dressed in white, like a sword fairy coming to the world, while Li Miaomiao is dressed in black like ink, like a demon sword reborn.

The two stood at opposite ends of the martial arts arena, and sparks seemed to fly when their eyes met.

"Zhao Qi, you are indeed worthy of your reputation." Li Miaomiao said coldly, with a hint of approval in his voice, "But today, I will definitely defeat you to prove the majesty of my Spirit Sword Sect."

Zhao Qi smiled slightly and said with a calm expression: "Senior Brother Li is serious, winning or losing is normal. It is a blessing to be able to compete with you today."

"Stop talking nonsense and look at the sword!" Li Piaomiao moved and turned into a black sword light and attacked Zhao Qi.

His swordsmanship was sharp and ruthless, and each sword seemed to tear the air apart.

Zhao Qi did not panic. His figure was as erratic as the wind, and he cleverly avoided Li Miaomiao's attack.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand also turned into streaks of silver light, which intertwined with Li Piaomiao's black sword light, making a crisp metal collision sound.

The two men's swordsmanship is exquisite, and every move and style contains profound sword intent and endless changes.

The audience held their breath for fear of missing any detail. Yi Wuxiao and others clenched their fists nervously, sweating for Zhao Qi.

For a moment, the martial arts arena was filled with sword energy, and the figures of the two people passed each other in the air, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

Li Miaomiao became more courageous as he fought, and his sword skills became more and more powerful. Every sword strike seemed to kill Zhao Qi. However, Zhao Qi can always turn danger into danger and turn defeat into victory at critical moments.

"What an exquisite swordsmanship!" Elder Chen Guang exclaimed from the side, "Zhao Qi is indeed a swordsman wizard."

"Yes, his swordsmanship seems to contain a unique artistic conception and rhythm, which makes people hard to guard against." Elder Ao Shi also nodded in agreement.

Although Li Miaomiao was powerful, she seemed a little powerless in the face of Zhao Qi's exquisite swordsmanship.

He was secretly surprised: "Zhao Qi's swordsmanship is so profound and unpredictable. No wonder he can defeat the core disciple of my Spirit Sword Sect."

But he was not willing to be defeated, so he took a deep breath, circulated his true energy, and prepared to launch the strongest attack.

A black light was seen on his long sword, as if a black dragon was circling and roaring around the sword.

"Black Dragon Sword Technique!" Li Mianmiao shouted and slashed at Zhao Qi with his sword. A black sword light shot out of his hand and turned into a huge black dragon and rushed towards Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi's pupils shrank when he saw this. He knew that this was Li Piaomiao's trump card and did not dare to be careless at all.

He retreated quickly, and at the same time he waved the long sword in his hand, drawing silver tracks to fight against the black dragon.

"Boom!" After a loud noise, the martial arts arena was filled with dust and smoke. The audience widened their eyes to see clearly what was going on.

The sun shone slantingly on the martial arts field of Tianyang Gate, stretching the figures of Zhao Qi and Li Miaomiao, as if the shadows of the two swordsmen were also competing silently.

After repeated fierce battles, both men's physical strength was exhausted, but their eyes remained firm, revealing their determination not to back down.

Li Piaomiao panted heavily, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly, but he still stared at Zhao Qi closely, trying to find the opponent's flaws.

Zhao Qi, on the other hand, looked calm, as if everything was under his control. The long sword in his hand waved gently, drawing elegant arcs that made people marvel.

"Zhao Qi, you are indeed worthy of your reputation." Li Miaomiao gritted his teeth and said, "But it's not that easy for you to defeat me!"

Zhao Qi smiled slightly: "Senior Brother Li, thank you for your praise. Zhao Qi knows that his cultivation is still shallow, but in today's battle, he will go all out."

As he spoke, he moved and turned into a sword light to attack Li Miaomiao.

Li Piaomiao didn't show any weakness when she saw this, and faced him with her sword. The two clashed again on the martial arts field, the sword energy crisscrossed and made a "swish" sound.

Yi Wuxiao and others watched the game nervously, breaking into a cold sweat for Zhao Qi from time to time.

They knew that Li Piaomiao's strength should not be underestimated. Although Zhao Qi performed well, it was not easy to win.

At this moment, Zhao Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a flaw in Li Piaomiao's swordsmanship. He was secretly happy in his heart, and immediately adjusted his body shape and swung his sword to attack the flaw. "Not good!" Li Miaomiao screamed inwardly, but it was too late to withdraw the sword's power.

He could only watch as Zhao Qi's sword light passed through his defense line and stabbed directly into his chest.

"Ding!" There was a soft sound, and the tip of Zhao Qi's sword accurately hit Li Piaomiao's chest, causing his long sword to fly out of his hand. Li Piaomiao, on the other hand, swayed and took a few steps back before barely standing still.

"This kid..." Li Mianmiao lowered her head and said, with endless disappointment in her voice.

He knew that his strength was indeed inferior to Zhao Qi, and he was convinced that he had lost this competition.

Zhao Qi put away his sword and stood up, smiling and said: "Senior Brother Li accepts the concession."

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause and cheers suddenly erupted in the martial arts arena.

The disciples of the Tianyang Sect rushed forward to congratulate Zhao Qi on his victory, while Yi Wuxiao and others excitedly gathered around him and cheered.

"Senior Brother Zhao Qi is so awesome! Our Tianyang Sect finally has a great talent!"

"Li Piaomiao was so powerful that he was defeated by Senior Brother Zhao Qi. Our Tianyang Sect can be proud and proud this time!"

Discussions among the disciples broke out one after another, full of admiration and appreciation for Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qize smiled and thanked everyone: "Thank you all brothers and sisters for your support and encouragement. Zhao Qi just won by luck. He will need to work harder in the future to live up to everyone's expectations."

Li Miaomiao, on the other hand, left sadly with the support of everyone. He knew that his failure was not only a personal shame, but also a shame for the Spirit Sword Sect.

He secretly made up his mind: He must work hard to cultivate and get back where he is today to rectify the name of the Spirit Sword Sect!
The mountains of Tianyangmen seem to be covered with a layer of golden gauze under the reflection of the morning glow.

In the morning breeze, the figures of the disciples practicing swords were as strong as flying, and their sword energy was vertical and horizontal. Among these figures, there is a young man in white who is particularly eye-catching, that is Zhao Qi.

Since defeating Li Miaomiao in the martial arts field, Zhao Qi's name has risen rapidly in Tianyang Gate like a comet.

All the disciples looked at him with admiration. Even the core disciples who usually thought highly of themselves also looked at him with admiration.

"Have you heard? Senior Brother Zhao Qi broke through to a new level in the training tower yesterday!"

"Really? He has only been in the industry for a few years, and he has already made such achievements, which is really unmatched."

"Isn't it true? I heard that even Elder Chen Guang praised him highly, saying that he is a cultivation wizard who is rare to see in a thousand years."

The private discussions among the disciples continued to reach Zhao Qi's ears, but he did not feel complacent about it.

He knows that the journey of cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Therefore, he practiced harder, hoping to bring more honors to Tianyang Sect.

Disciples from all peaks and caves gathered on the martial arts field, ready to show off their skills. Zhao Qi was naturally among them. He was dressed in white and carried a long sword on his back, like a swordsman walking out of a scroll.

When his figure appeared on the martial arts field, it immediately caused a commotion.

The disciples started talking one after another. Some were amazed at his grace, while others were jealous of his achievements. But no matter what, they cannot deny the fact that Zhao Qi has become the leader of the younger generation of Tianyang Sect.

The night was dark, and in the secret room of the Spirit Sword Sect, a faint blue spiritual lamp gave off a faint light.

Elder Hei Yuan sat at the stone table, his face as gloomy as water. His eyes flashed with cunning and ruthlessness, and he was plotting a conspiracy against Zhao Qi of Tianyang Clan.

"This kid Zhao Qi has brought shame on our Lingjian Sect many times. If we don't get rid of him, how will our Lingjian Sect be able to hold our head high in front of the Tianyang Sect in the future!"

Elder Hei Yuan said through gritted teeth, the tea cup in his hand clattering as he squeezed it.

Next to him, a disciple lowered his head and said cautiously: "Elder, Zhao Qi is very powerful. It may not be easy to get rid of him."

Elder Hei Yuan sneered, with a trace of evil flashing in his eyes: "Humph, so what if he is strong? I have a clever plan to ruin his reputation!"

He paused and continued: "Go and spread the news, saying that Zhao Qi has a magical weapon in his hand, and if he gets it, he can dominate the world of cultivation. I believe those greedy people will take action after hearing the news. When the time comes, we will secretly add fuel to the flames and let Zhao Qi Trapped in a place of no return!”

When the disciple heard this, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he still responded bravely: "Yes, Elder!"

Elder Hei Yuan nodded with satisfaction, a proud smile on his face. He seemed to have seen the scene where Zhao Qi was ruined and the Tianyang Sect was discredited.

At the same time, there was peace inside Tianyang Gate. Zhao Qizheng was practicing in seclusion in the cave and knew nothing about the turmoil in the outside world.

His mind was completely immersed in his cultivation, the spiritual energy in his body was rolling, and his aura was as majestic as the sea.

Yi Wuxiao and Zhang Youyuan were sitting at the stone table outside the cave, drinking tea and chatting.

They talked about their recent cultivation experiences, and also mentioned Zhao Qi's consecutive victories and Tianyang Sect's rising prestige.

"Senior Brother Zhao Qi is really amazing. With him in our Tianyang Sect, why not worry about it?" Yi Wuxiao sighed.

Zhang Youyuan smiled slightly and said, "Yes, Senior Brother Zhao Qi is not only powerful, but also humble and low-key. He is really a role model for our generation."

While the two were talking, suddenly there was the sound of rapid footsteps. Qian Wushuang ran over panting, with a look of anxiety on his face: "It's bad! Senior Brother Yi, Senior Brother Zhang, something big happened outside!"

"Why are you so panicked?" Yi Wuxiao and Zhang Youyuan looked at each other and asked in unison.

Qian Wushuang swallowed and said eagerly: "There are rumors outside that Brother Zhao Qi has a divine weapon in his hands. Now all the sects and casual cultivators are flocking to our Tianyang Sect, trying to snatch the divine weapon!"

"What?!" Yi Wuxiao and Zhang Youyuan were shocked when they heard this, "Where did this news come from?"

Qian Wushuang shook his head: "I don't know, but the news has spread like wildfire, and now the entire cultivation world knows about it!"

Yi Wuxiao and Zhang Youyuan looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

They knew that this matter was not trivial, and they must immediately notify Zhao Qi, Elder Chen Guang and others to discuss countermeasures.

At this time, Zhao Qi, who was in seclusion, also sensed the strange atmosphere from the outside world. He frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

A powerful aura emanated from him and instantly filled the entire cave.

"It seems like something happened." (End of chapter)