The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

The ignorant years of cultivation passed by in the blink of an eye, just like the old yellow dog of Old Wang’s family in the village taking a nap, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day of the singles competition.

Ling Chenyu and Ling Xingchen, these two guys were already extremely excited, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

It was as if they had already been soaking their feet in the hot springs in the fairyland in the clouds, drinking wine, and enjoying a fairy-like life.

For this day, they are practicing even in their dreams.

I even got to the point where I was afraid of wasting time even when eating.

For this reason, they stopped eating meals and instead ate spiritual fruits to fill their stomachs. They were simply the combination of the Desperate Saburo and the Desperate Sacrifice in the world of cultivation.

On this day, Ling Chenyu was wearing a set of dazzling golden armor.

It was inlaid with gems dug out from some ancient tomb, sparkling, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was a wealthy man.

He held a long sword in his hand. The blade was slender and the tip was sharp, as if it could cut through the void.

Perhaps killing someone with one sword would be a piece of cake for him.

Ling Xingchen, on the other hand, was wearing a plain blue dress with intricate runes embroidered on it, making him look both artistic and mysterious.

In his hand, he held a staff that looked ordinary but contained a secret. A crystal clear spiritual stone was inlaid on the top of the staff.

"Xingchen, do you think we can just fly with a sword today, drop from the sky, and shock everyone?"

Ling Chenyu was daydreaming while fixing his hair in front of a bronze mirror.

Ling Xingchen rolled his eyes.

"Dad, can we be more realistic? Do you want to be smashed into a meat pie and become the first genius in the cultivation world to die young because of a failed attempt at pretense?"

Ling Chenyu touched his nose and chuckled.

“It’s just a joke, but seriously, we must go all out today and strive to get a spot in the Fairyland in the Clouds.

I heard that the spiritual energy there is so rich that you can squeeze out water, and there are countless natural treasures waiting for us to pick!"

The two looked at each other, determination and expectation flashing in their eyes, as if they had already seen themselves in the fairyland in the clouds, surrounded by magical herbs and beasts, and reaching the peak of their lives.

With the referee's whistle, the curtain of the game officially opened. Ling Chenyu and Ling Xingchen were like wild horses awakened by the first ray of spring sunshine. They rushed into the arena with an arrogance of "We are the protagonists, who are we afraid of?"

The scene on the field was extremely lively, with masters from all walks of life gathered together, just like a "martial arts conference" in the cultivation world. Look over there, a muscular and bearded man holding a big knife, the knife light is like lightning, and one swing of the knife seems to be able to split the mountains and rivers; look over here, a woman in a light gauze, holding a long sword, the tip of the sword light is like water, gentle but with deadly murderous intent. And there are those who summoned all kinds of strange beasts, such as flying lizards and flaming unicorns, it is simply a live broadcast of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

Ling Chenyu and Ling Xingchen were like tourists strolling in this "zoo".

But they are not here to watch the fun, they are here to "fight monsters and upgrade equipment."

The two of them overcame all obstacles along the way, relying on Ling Chenyu's wit of "read my instructions and act accordingly".

Ling Xingchen's spell of "giving you a big surprise at any time" turned those seemingly powerful opponents into "insignificant" ones one by one.

Whenever someone wanted to challenge them, Ling Chenyu would put on an arrogant attitude of "Come on, let's see who falls first, I have the aura of the protagonist."

That look, that tone, seemed to be saying: "I, Ling Chenyu, will become the man in the legend!"

Ling Xingchen, on the other hand, was chanting a spell silently, his fingers flying, as if he was playing a silent piece of music.

Always be ready to give the other person a "magic gift package" to let them know what "continuous surprises" mean.

After a fierce competition, the two finally stood on the final stage.

On the ring, the wind was whistling, and the two figures intertwined under the lights, like two meteors streaking across the night sky.

Ling Chenyu held a long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword lightly tapped the ground, and a light of confidence in victory flashed in his eyes.

Ling Xingchen tightly grasped the staff, and the spirit stone on the staff flickered with mysterious light, as if it could release the power to destroy the world at any time.

The audience was stunned and talked about it: "Are these two here to eat? Why do they look so relaxed?"

"What do you know? This is called the demeanor of a master. He is just warming up!"

"Warming up? I think they are preparing to kill the opponent with one blow!"

The audience was very excited and talked a lot, as if they were the protagonists on the field.

The singles competition seemed to pass by quickly and ended in the blink of an eye.

But then again, if the competition drags on too long, the audience will probably go hungry, after all, no one brings any dry food to watch the show.

Ling Xingchen is young and energetic, but lacks experience.

In the race for the top ten, he was like a bird that had just learned to fly.

Although it flapped its wings happily, it was ultimately no match for those old birds.

The opponent's moves were insidious and cunning, just like an old hand bargaining with an old lady in the vegetable market. Every move hit the vital points, making Ling Xingchen unable to defend himself.

In the end, Ling Xingchen was defeated by his opponent's "backstab", oh no, it was "backstab sword".

However, our Ling Xingchen is not so easy to be defeated.

Although he lost the game, there was no sign of frustration on his face. Instead, his smile was brighter than the flowers.

He dusted himself off and gave Ling Chenyu a thumbs up.

"Dad, the rest is up to you! Remember to bring me the championship trophy. I want to use it to crack walnuts!"

Ling Chenyu seemed relaxed, as if the final was just a walk after dinner for him.

He fought his way through the levels as if he was playing "Super Mario", jumping up one mushroom (opponent) after another.

Finally jumped to the championship finals ring.

His opponent is a young talent who looks gentle but has amazing strength.

This young talent is named Murong Yunyi. He looks like a handsome man who walked out of a scroll, holding a guqin.

Legend has it that the sound of his piano could disturb people's minds and cause them to kill each other.

But then again, if Murong Yunyi were to perform on the streets, he would probably be able to make a fortune.

After all, these days, who doesn’t like someone who is both handsome and talented?

Ling Chenyu looked at Murong Yunyi in front of him, a playful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, isn't this the young master of the Murong family? Why, you also want to steal the job of a grassroots hero like me?"

Murong Yunyi smiled slightly, and plucked the strings of the zither lightly with his fingers. The melodious sound of the zither seemed to be able to wash away the dust in people's hearts.

"Brother Ling, you are joking. Murong Yunyi only came to spar with Brother Ling and make friends through martial arts. How can you talk about stealing his job?"

Ling Chenyu laughed loudly, drew his sword out of its sheath, and the sword light was like a dragon, pointing directly at Murong Yunyi.

"Okay! Then let's have a 'Harmony of the Qin and the Sword' today, to see whether your Qin sound can disturb my mind, or my sword light can break your Qin sound!"

With the referee's command, the final officially began.

Ling Chenyu and Murong Yunyi, one with a sword as bright as a dragon, the other with a melodious piano sound.

The two men fought back and forth in the ring, and the fight was difficult to determine.

The audience was stunned and talked about it.

"Are these two here to compete or to perform?"

But having said that, this final was really exciting.

The duel between Ling Chenyu and Murong Yunyi was like a carefully choreographed visual feast.

As for who will win the championship in the end, no one cares at this point.