I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

Su Zuo used to often marvel at the earth-shattering noises other people made when they played. Today, she discovered that her game was probably the most noisy one since the start of this rookie competition.

The strong wind raised her hair, and Su Zuo had never been in the middle of a deadly fight. Seeing Feng Anyang's renewed momentum, Su Zuo dodged away without hesitation.

Procrastination is also a way to consume the other person.

Feng Anyang's eyes were a little surprised. Others commented on Su Zuo as being arrogant to the point of being arrogant. He acted cunningly but was direct in his moves and liked to make quick decisions.

He didn't expect that under this situation, Su Zuo would actually avoid fighting.

She almost used her body skills to the extreme. Even if Feng Anyang was not impatient, he became more and more frightened as he fought.

Because he was a martial artist, Su Zuo's consumption was much smaller than his.

As for Su Zuo's so-called spiritual vein damage, there was no way to tell from his actions at this time.

Except that she never uses spiritual techniques.

The sound of swords clashing exploded from time to time. The disciples who were less skilled in the field could not clearly see the situation. They could only stare at it with furrowed brows, for fear of missing the wonderful moment. At the same time, it was even more difficult to predict who would win.

"call out!"

"boom!"

The bright and dazzling spiritual current spread, causing both people on the stage to squint their eyes.

Feng Anyang gritted his teeth and swallowed the smell of blood in his mouth, and concentrated on dealing with the sudden attack of the blade. He finally understood that everyone's judgment on Su Zui was wrong, even him.

After settling his thoughts, Feng Anyang's eyebrows relaxed and his eyes darkened. His sleeves were torn in the aftermath of the sword's force, and the slightest stinging pain was felt.

There was a solemn look in his eyes, and the sword technique took shape at the moment when his mind moved slightly.

The third form of Cloud Breaking Lotus Platform is Stepping Lotus Platform!

The air became quiet, and a drop of blood fell from the sharp blade of the sword. It was instantly washed away by the spiritual power lingering on it.

He swept his sword horizontally and saw Su Zuo's figure clearly. He noticed the power of the sword leaking out of the sword. The girl had nowhere to hide. She stopped where she was, and the hand holding the sword was as steady as the wind.

When the white spiritual energy sweeps through, the lotus pattern grows darkly, which makes people feel happy when they look at it. At the same time, they feel dangerous because of the looming electric light, as if they are facing a catastrophe.

The sword's power increased step by step, ready to go.

Su Zuo's delicate brows were slightly condensed, and she made a decision in just a moment. As she moved her steps slightly, she moved the sword several times, and her movements were smooth and flowing. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was inspired by it and lingered around her, forming a powerful force, like a spirit descending from a god. So fascinating.

The long blade's blade points upward, facing directly towards the sword that flashes with electric light!

The second form of the Taikoo fragment, the meaning of ascending!

When Su Zuo decided to use the second move, he didn't think much about it. He almost forgot that his second move was not that comprehensive and far from exquisite.

Both the disciples and the elders present had a look of concentration on their faces. No one expected to see such a level of battle in the rookie competition. The two prodigies of heaven are so powerful that they are among the best among the young people in the entire Xuanmeng world. If the momentum of this battle spreads, the Wuming Shen Sect will definitely become more famous.

The sound of the wind seemed to carry a faint Sanskrit sound, and was blown away by the spiritual current that surged between the gathering and dispersion of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Gu Ao's sword intention suppressed the electric light like a haze, and his sword intention was restrained. For a moment, it was as if he was facing the most original rules head-on and had to surrender.

The young man's face was as pale as gold paper. Facing this sword, he had no choice but to feel powerless for a moment, and it was difficult to sustain his sword intention. It only took a moment for him to realize that he had lost his composure, and his will returned instantly.

But it is already late.

"boom!"

The spiritual energy met in mid-air and exploded with astonishing power. The two of them stepped back. Feng Anyang's eyes were bright red and he staggered and almost let go.

Su Zuo has always been good at speed. It is difficult for others to catch her mistakes in front of her. Only she can find the loopholes of others. At this moment, Feng Anyang clenched the sword again. However, the spirit formula in his hand had not yet taken shape, and the sharp blade touched it. On the front of his neck!

The sword shines like the moon, and the thick fog recedes.

Feng Anyang's throat trembled, and the coolness of the blade pressed against his fragile skin and throat bones.

Su Zuo's ability to do this shows that she had countless opportunities to kill him, but was restricted by the rules of the competition and did not do so.

Why does she have such a weird murder knife?

It was as if he were condescending towards a member of an aristocratic family like him.

"I lost."

Feng Anyang murmured.

If you are a disciple with shallow cultivation, you may be confused and don't know how many points you have lost, but elites like them who are good at fighting can see the difference in strength between others, and they can naturally judge when the victory will come. In their own heads, Feng Anyang knew that his defeat was certain when he was dealing with Su Zuo, but he just couldn't believe it and was unwilling to do so.

Feng Anyang closed his eyes, feeling frustrated for the first time...

This kind of victory or defeat is not just a single move, but a complete crushing.

Before the game, his determination to win or lose wavered because he knew that if Su Zuo could use soul skills, he would definitely lose.

It doesn't mean that he doesn't care about the honor that comes with being the No. 1 rookie.

Now Su Zuo wins openly, and he loses clearly.

This was really the biggest setback he encountered on his way to practice.

The elder appeared on the stage and signaled Su Zui to sheath his sword. At the same time, he declared loudly: "Su Zuo, win!"

The sound spread throughout the huge square and echoed among the mountains.

The whole place was silent, everyone's eyes were extremely focused, and they were looking at the stage with a hint of surprise.

Su Zuo put away the knife, Feng Anyang had a complicated expression and saluted to her: "Thank you, senior sister, for showing mercy."

Su Zuo: "?"

Has she become a senior sister?

With this seniority around, she suddenly felt a little affection for the silly kid in front of her, and said in return: "You're welcome."

Feng Anyang: "..."

How many trump cards does this person have? !

At the same time, on the square, the disciples' voices started to set off a prairie fire.

"Su Zuo!"

"Su Zuo!"

"..."

It was clearly someone who had nothing to do with her, and when he called her name, the tone in his voice sounded like fanaticism.

"The number one rookie is actually Su Zuo!"

"You can actually win without using any spiritual techniques, just using martial arts!"

"How can a martial artist be so strong?!"

"It's unfathomable... It's really unfathomable..."

"As expected of Miss Su."

Su Zuo vaguely heard such a voice and thought to himself that he really wasn't...

wrong.

It's a bit strange.

Why didn't Su Lili make this matter known to the whole world this time?

……

Su Zuo stepped off the stage with the same pace as Piao.

In the place belonging to the ninth domain of the inner sect, several senior brothers have a plain appearance, with no trace of pride in their eyes.

"Win..."

Yan Weiran stepped forward and patted her shoulder. Su Zui almost collapsed. He quickly held her by the collar and fed her the elixir.

Ni Chuanyun smiled and said: "Xiao Jiu's sword skills are improving by leaps and bounds. I'm afraid I can't beat you anymore, senior brother."

"Senior brother, be humble..." Su Zuo waved her hand weakly, feeling that this game was more strenuous than the previous ten. If it weren't for the extraordinary performance of the second sword technique, she thought she would not be able to win the first domain.

I almost fell short, what a huge loss!

"Today's Rookie List..."

"First place, Su Zuo."

"Second, Feng Anyang."

"Third place, Meng Sihao."

"The fourth place..."

On the high platform, the elder began to summarize the situation of today's competition.

The rookie competition has basically come to an end.

Everyone is still unsure.

After being in a daze, Su Zuo suddenly realized that he had really won.

I have three immortality pills...

There is also an opportunity to enter the sect’s treasure house and purchase for zero yuan...

That’s a lot of money!

……

The Rookie Competition is a rare event for new disciples, but it is not the most important event for the sect.

Elders from each region of the inner sect were sent to attend, but it was Qin Yilu who sat in the seat of the ninth region.

The other elders stared intently, not surprised by such a scene.

After all, Qin Yilu has the strength to be an elder of the inner sect, and besides Luocangshan, there really is no other elder in the ninth domain.

It is impossible for the Territory Lord to personally take charge of the Rookie Competition.

Among the mountains in the distance, Luo Cangshan looked away, the smile on his face not concealed at all.

……

At the Inner Gate Hidden Scripture Peak, a majestic building stands hidden by the formation.

Few people know that there is such a grand hall hidden not far from the Sutra Pavilion where people come and go.

On the terrace, the old man was sitting in a lounge chair and looking into the distance leisurely, with emotion in his eyes.

Beside him, a man stood respectfully.

The old man lamented: "Time is not kind to anyone, but it is better to be young."

"Yes, ancestor, this new generation of disciples is quite talented."

A competition between rookies with sword intent and sword intent would be considered exciting in a hundred years.

As the leader of the Wuming Shen Sect, Nie Dehai stood beside the old man, listening to the instructions and answering, still like a cautious disciple.

The old man said: "What are the rewards for this outstanding new disciple?"

Nie Dehai tried to figure out his ancestor's intention and said after careful consideration: "The first place will enter the treasure house and get two treasures and some trivial rewards. The second and third place will get one piece each."

Hearing this, the ancestor muttered: "That's it, let me add a few more."

Nie Dehai was shocked.

It was a good chance for these young disciples to get the attention of their ancestors.

The old man still looked tired and lazy. He raised his hand meekly. A letter appeared in his hand and he handed it to Nie Dehai.

Nie Dehai scanned the content and suddenly lost his composure: "This junior neglected his duty and actually allowed spies from Xihe Holy Land to sneak into the inner gate."

I'm afraid that the ancestor asked him to come to watch the young disciples compete because he was drunk and not interested in drinking. The actual purpose was to wake up his flaws in managing the sect's affairs.

He asked cautiously: "Ancestor, how should I deal with it?"

……