The Evil Emperor's Beloved

Everything that just happened happened in just a moment. Gan Yi only reacted when he felt Jing Yueli appear behind him. He turned around quickly and swung the sword in his hand again.

This time Jing Yueli did not dodge, but faced forward directly, swung the whip in her hand, straightened the whip, and turned it into a "spear" and started fighting with Gan Yi.

In this way, we went back and forth for dozens of rounds.

Seeing that she had almost reached the bottom, Jing Yueli collected some of her spiritual power, flipped her wrist, and the whip instantly wrapped around Gan Yi's sword. She moved too fast and the sword was directly swept away by the whip.

With a clang, the sword fell to the ground below the competition stage.

Gan Yi was stunned. He...

How could the sword slip out of my hand?

Gan Yi looked towards Jing Yueli and saw her looking at him with a half-smile.

Gan Yi immediately realized that he had been fooled. Jing Yueli's cultivation was definitely above his. He was now at the initial intermediate stage of foundation building, while she was definitely at the peak.

She could have fought him off the first time he attacked her, but she had continued to fight him until now.

Gan Yi looked at the girl opposite him with complicated eyes, then turned his head and said with a bow, "I lost!"

Seeing him like this, Jing Yueli nodded with satisfaction, "You are better than Gan Yun!"

After saying that, he stopped looking at him and turned to look at the referee instructor beside him.

The instructor immediately raised his right hand and signaled to Jing Yueli on the stage, "Xuanyuan Country, Jing Yueli wins!"

Jing Yueli curled the corners of her lips and teleported away from the competition stage.

Gan Yi was left standing on the stage, watching the girl's receding figure, and he did not look away until she returned to her seat.

Gan Yi picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground and walked back.

...

As soon as Gan Yi returned to his seat and sat down, he heard a sneer coming from behind him.

"No wonder you don't want to avenge me. It turns out you're also a defeated opponent! Haha!"

Gan Yi ignored her ridicule. His sister had been like this since she was a child, and their father had spoiled her. Sooner or later, she would pay the price for this.

Just like Jing Yueli just now, or that sullen Xuanyuan Chen, they are not the kind of people who would suffer losses.

The competition on the stage was still going on. Gan Yi and her group finished first, followed by a group that Jing Yueli didn't know.

The ones left on the stage were Leng Tianchao and Ye Zhengyu, Situ Changkong and Fang Ziqiao.

Jing Yueli glanced at Fang Ziqiao. This guy really relied on his powerful body-building skills to defeat Situ Changkong. Every time he attacked, Fang Ziqiao counterattacked with enough force.

Jing Yueli retracted her gaze and looked at the group of Leng Tianchao and Ye Zhengyu.

They are all acquaintances, so Jing Yueli doesn't care about who wins or loses.

Both of them were very agile, but Jing Yueli noticed that every time Ye Zhengyu received Leng Tianchao's moves, he would delay for a moment, and then he would barely catch it.

Leng Tianchao on the opposite side didn't notice anything and continued to use one move after another.

A quarter of an hour later, the fight finally came to an end. Ye Zhengyu changed his previous laziness and drew his sword again with sharp moves. The two fought in the air. As the sword energy crossed, Ye Zhengyu's sword energy seemed to cut off everything and swept towards Leng Tianchao.

"Be careful!" Leng Tianshuang stood up directly from the stool.

Leng Tianchao tried to resist immediately, but it was too late. Based on the speed at which they had fought before, he was totally not enough.

Leng Tianchao was like a broken kite, being knocked down to the competition stage. The sword in his hand fell out of his hand, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could react, Ye Zhengyu had already swooped down from the air and was in front of him in an instant, with the sword against his neck.

Feeling the cold touch, Leng Tianchao raised his head and said with difficulty, "Cough, cough, I give up!"

Jing Yueli also stood up. He had not expected that Ye Zhengyu, who usually looked lukewarm, would act so quickly. Once he found the flaw, victory would come in the blink of an eye.

It seems that Leng Tianchao is still a little lacking in skills. Ye Zhengyu is more like a veteran. He did a very good job in the previous test and received every move he was supposed to. Even Leng Tianchao, who was competing with him, did not notice it and always thought he had the upper hand.

Sure enough, experience is gained through countless trials!

Ye Zhengyu must have sought out others to practice with frequently.

"Ye Zheng Yusheng of Ziyun Country!"

Ye Zhengyu still had no expression on his face, as if the outcome of this battle was unimportant to him.

However, his eyes glanced towards the Xuanyuan Dynasty's seats, or to be more precise, towards Jing Yueli who was sitting in the seat.

This glance seemed so meaningful, and the hand holding the sword seemed a little helpless.

Jing Yueli didn't notice him, and her whole attention was on Leng Tianchao.

"Tianshuang, go help your brother!"

After hearing Jing Yueli's words, Leng Tianshuang finally couldn't sit still anymore and flew towards the competition stage with a light tap of his toes.

He came to Leng Tianchao and quickly fed him a pill.

It was visibly clear that Leng Tianchao's face was flushed.

Leng Tianchao used the force to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked in front of Ye Zhengyu.

Ye Zhengyu thought he was dissatisfied and was about to retreat, but Leng Tianchao said, "You are very powerful. Wait until I recover from my injury, and then we will fight again!"

After saying that, he followed Leng Tianshuang down the competition stage without looking back.

On the other side, Situ Changkong and Fang Ziqiao also finished their competition a moment ago. There was no suspense, Fang Ziqiao won!

Thus, the first round of the intermediate foundation building competition ended.

In the following second and third rounds, two cultivators from Xuanyuan Kingdom won respectively. They were all selected from local areas.

No one expected that they would be so powerful.

As a result, so far, among the twenty people from Xuanyuan Country, only Wen Jinyan and Leng Tianchao were kicked out.

Next, it was time for the final round of the intermediate foundation-building competition. Except for Xuanyuan, the other four countries were all present.

Their opponents were all monks selected from local areas of their four countries.

It can be basically seen during the fight that the cultivators selected from the local areas have more experience than those from the aristocratic families.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the winners of the four groups were decided.

None of the aristocratic families made the list, and they all left the competition stage dejectedly.

Jing Yueli also thought of the people around her from them. It seems that she has to bring them out for some training after the competition.

The Jing family guards far away in the Sunset Mountains and the Anyu guards in the Anyu Tower all sneezed at the same time.

"Patrol the valley again. Be extremely cautious and don't let any fish slip through the net into the valley." Jing Yi tensed up and gave the order.

"Survey every place in the building again to make sure no spies sneak in. Keep a strict watch on the intelligence, and send your spiritual sense out to investigate." Uncle Hong was sitting in the study, issuing orders one after another.

Jing Yueli's idea, which had not yet been expressed out loud, had already influenced her subordinates to this extent.

Ha ha ha ha....