Qin Wuji was a very proud person.

He entered the Tianyan Sect at the age of seven and was favored by the sect leader due to his extraordinary talent, becoming one of the few closed-door disciples. It was normal for ordinary people to form a golden core in two or three hundred years, but he only took about a hundred years, which also showed his remarkable strength.

It was precisely because things had always gone smoothly in the past that when he suddenly encountered setbacks, he always wanted to turn the tables.

For example, yesterday's conflict with the Shangxuan Sect was originally instigated by him, but unexpectedly he hit a snag and encountered big obstacles with Yun Zong and Zhou Yin.

Somehow, he disliked Zhou Yin no matter what, while Yun Zong was tossed aside and forgotten by him. Today, as soon as he had the opportunity, he took the initiative to come out, wanting to regain face.

But it was not so easy to regain face. At first glance, there was still a gap between the two. Qin Wuji was in the middle stage of Core Formation, while Zhou Yin was only in the early stage of Core Formation. However, he did not know that he was facing an old grandmaster.

The old grandmaster Zhou Yin was not only an old grandmaster, but also a cultivation fanatic. Even though there was one problem after another since the desert inn, he would seize every opportunity to cultivate.

Since forming his golden core, he had never stopped for a moment, as if it had become an instinct engraved in his bones.

Many people often encountered a problem when facing enemies. When the opponent's spell was cast, they already had enough reaction in their minds to know how to deal with it, but their bodies and actions were always a beat slower.

This was not only because their cultivation or spell proficiency could not keep up, but also because although their cultivation had improved, their bodies had not been well integrated with their cultivation, resulting in their bodies always being half a beat slower than their minds.

This situation was the main reason why many cultivators lost their lives when facing enemies.

Zhou Yin naturally understood this predicament, so after forming his golden core, he paid great attention to repeated practice of spell proficiency and golden core cultivation.

For an ordinary spell, others would practice it ten or dozens of times, while he could practice it hundreds or thousands of times. Geniuses never had luck, let alone this body that was innately deficient after being reborn, which meant he had to put in more effort than others.

Although he was still in the early stage of Core Formation, his strength had already surpassed ordinary early Core Formation cultivators. Coupled with his originally rich combat experience, even if Qin Wuji was in the middle stage of Core Formation, a whole stage higher than him, he still had a chance of winning.

Standing alone on the stage, facing his opponent, surrounded by major sects.

The wind whistled, lifting up his robe sleeves, his collar fluttering.

What was he doing when he was in the early Core Formation stage in his previous life?

Zhou Yin's thoughts suddenly drifted a bit far, which was rare for him who was always calm.

He remembered.

The thousand-year-old Golden-Edged Dragon Saliva was about to bloom. At that time, his cultivation had just reached a bottleneck and he urgently needed external support to break through. It just so happened that the Golden-Edged Dragon Saliva could meet the requirements.

Little did he know that cultivators from all over the world were also eyeing it covetously. As a result, they fought and scrambled, but in the end, it fell into his hands. Because he was a demonic cultivator, despised by everyone, he was pursued and killed by the sects of the world.

He was standing on the Weihui Peak, facing the ten masters who came to besiege him, fighting alone. In the end, he fell into the valley, was seriously injured, narrowly escaped death, and his cultivation was almost completely destroyed. He had to start all over again.

The wheel of fate turns. At that time, he absolutely would not have thought that thousands of years later, he, who once had no sect or faction, would actually represent a sect and fight against someone from another sect.

How ridiculous is fate.

The bracelet on his wrist became hot again.

He looked down and saw some faint golden patterns vaguely appearing on the black bracelet, not very obvious.

Since he had just made that suggestion to Qin Wuji to take off his clothes, this bracelet had been getting hot from time to time.

In the past, this bracelet would only heat up to guide the direction when a message came from Zhou Chen's side.

But they had just been in contact yesterday, and now there was no sign of the white crane at all.

It was inexplicable.

Seeing that he was obviously absent-minded on his indifferent face, as if he didn't take himself seriously at all, Qin Wuji's anger rose by three points and he sneered, "On such an occasion, Fellow Daoist Zhou can still let his mind wander. It's really admirable!"

As he spoke, without waiting for Zhou Yin to react, he leaped forward, tapped his toes, and flew up with the momentum. He waved his sleeves, and a sky full of golden rain poured down on Zhou Yin.

With a flip of his right palm, a white whip appeared in his hand. It precisely found a gap in the golden rain, raised its head, and lashed down!

The moment before the whip spiraled down, his figure suddenly split into three. One remained in the original position, while the other two appeared in the dead angle where the golden silk awl could not reach, also holding the Yingxue Whip.

Wherever the whip wind passed, the air seemed to be torn apart inch by inch, actually condensing into ice. The ice blades swept down along with the whip, all targeting Zhou Yin who was surrounded in the middle!

All of this happened too quickly. Qin Wuji suddenly made a move, and before the crowd could even let out a cry of surprise, they watched helplessly as Zhou Yin fell into a predicament surrounded on all sides.

In just a snap of the fingers, the golden silk awl destroyed Zhou Yin's protective barrier, and Qin Wuji's whip was already on the verge of reaching the top of his head!

Everyone thought Zhou Yin was dead for sure.

Even if they had previously set the rule of stopping at the first touch, but in a duel between the two sides, if the loser died at the hands of the opponent due to inferior skills, even the Shangxuan Sect could not hold them accountable.

In such a short time, Zhou Yin simply did not have time to take out any magic weapon to defend himself.

In fact, he didn't do that either.

He only did one thing.

He lightly moved his heel, and the stone platform under his feet suddenly rippled, all turning into a water-like state. Zhou Yin sank straight down under the wrap of this "water" until his body was "submerged". After he disappeared, the stone platform instantly returned to its original state, and the golden silk awl and whip shadow all fell into the void, hitting the ground.

The flat white jade slab was torn open by the fierce whip wind, forming a crack. The inherent properties of the Yingxue Whip caused this crack to completely freeze into ice, and even the surrounding white jade slabs were all stained with frost, showing the power of this whip.

Almost at the same time, Zhou Yin's figure appeared from the void behind Qin Wuji. The sword light of the Canghe Sword in his hand swept over like a black blade. He threw out a few talismans with his left hand, falling on the white jade slab that had just been whipped by the whip.

The slab immediately turned into several water columns, rising from the ground. The water columns intersected to form a cylindrical water wall, wrapping Qin Wuji inside. Within the water wall, the sword light suddenly arrived, pointing straight at Qin Wuji!

Who would have thought that the situation would reverse in the blink of an eye. The spectators watched intently, feeling in their hearts that "this is what a true spiritual duel is". Even the high-level cultivators like the Nascent Soul stage elders had to applaud Zhou Yin's brilliant performance.

This wasn't just a matter of cultivation level, but more importantly, the reaction speed of the mind. Many people, upon seeing attacks coming at them from all directions, would instinctively try to dodge backwards. When the paths of retreat in all directions are blocked, it's easy to get the illusion of having nowhere to escape, thus affecting one's judgment in that instant.

That momentary mental block is enough to impact the entire battle situation. Even if countermeasures are thought of afterwards, it would already be too late.

But seeing Zhou Yin's series of fluid actions, it was clear that perhaps from the moment he stepped on stage, he had anticipated that Qin Wuji would split into phantoms to attack him from all sides, making it hard for him to distinguish the real from the fake.

So he was obviously well-prepared. His ability to accurately predict the enemy and seize the later initiative was truly shocking.

With such a performance at just the early Core Formation stage, what about in the future?

Qingying had also been a bit nervous for Zhou Yin earlier, but now breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't help glancing at Yun Zong, only to see his expression calm, not particularly tense, so she smiled and said: "You knew early on that he could escape danger?"

Yun Zong said: "He never does things without certainty. Since he stepped up, he's definitely able to win."

Seeing how confident he spoke, Qingying also felt a bit more at ease.

On the other side, Zhou Zhang was watching nervously, wishing he could take Zhou Yin's place.

He knew Zhou Yin had ability, and also knew this younger brother's brain was a hundred times better than his. But when one cares, one gets flustered. In his heart, even if everyone in Jinting Sect from the grandmaster to the junior disciples valued and loved him, in this life there was still only this one full-blooded younger brother.

Back then, Zhou Zhang didn't know that Zhou Yin had also entered a cultivation sect. He thought he was still living with their parents in Zhou Village, maybe already married with children.

Who would have thought that when he happened to go back for a visit, he found out their parents had died, his brother was missing, and the village had been razed to the ground. That feeling was unforgettable for a lifetime. So when he later reunited with Zhou Yin, he secretly vowed that even if his body was smashed to pieces, he had to keep him safe and sound.

Now, this magical duel was intense, far exceeding all the previous ones. Qin Wuji was going all out to show Zhou Yin up. The power of a mid Core Formation stage cultivator was certainly not to be underestimated. Zhou Zhang only felt his heart suspended in midair, on the verge of falling, truly uncomfortable.

To the side, the junior disciples of Jinting Sect were also discussing this battle.