Reborn before the murdered wife preached

Watching Feng Xuanxuan distributing the top-grade healing pills he gave her to other disciples, Daoist Qian Qing nodded with great satisfaction. She was worthy of being his disciple and the eldest senior sister of his Yao Peak.

He was willing to take out the top-grade healing pills and distribute them to other disciples, and used the last top-grade healing pill as bait to bring back the last disciple.

The elixir in Feng Xuanxuan's hand was finally given to Chen Yuan, who replaced the disciple whose body was possessed by the demon cultivator and participated in the sect competition.

"Hey, if this top-grade healing pill wasn't so tempting, I wouldn't want to waste my time participating in this sect competition. The disciples of Jianfeng win every time, and we Yaofeng have to participate every time." Chen Yuan put away the top-grade healing pill that Feng Xuanxuan gave her and revealed what she was thinking.

Feng Xuanxuan felt something was wrong. Can’t win?

Never won?

She turned to look at the other disciples. Every one of them had the same expression as Shen Yuan, feeling a little annoyed, yet having to go.

Feng Xuanxuan turned to look at Daoist Master Qian Qing, wanting to continue asking the question she had just asked. Daoist Master Qian Qing saw that Feng Xuanxuan wanted to come back, so he looked up at the other peak masters.

He said to Feng Xuanxuan, who had just walked up to him and hadn't spoken yet, "The sect competition is about to begin. I will go to Lingxiao Sword Master first and watch your exciting competition with the other peak masters and elders!"

After Taoist Qian Qing finished speaking, he flew to the place in the air to watch the sect competition without waiting for Feng Xuanxuan to speak.

Feng Xuanxuan had no choice but to walk back to the disciples who were participating in the sect competition, and then took these people to the arena of the sect competition.

As the eldest senior sister of Yaofeng, Feng Xuanxuan naturally stood at the front of the team, nodding and greeting the leading disciples from other peaks who were participating in the sect competition.

Lingxiao Sword Master saw that all the evil cultivators had been eliminated and the disciples had been pacified. The disciples participating in the sect competition stood in front of the arena in the middle of the square.

"All the demonic cultivators who have infiltrated our Qingyun Sect have been eliminated. Now our Qingyun Sect's once-in-a-decade sect competition has officially begun!"

After Ling Xiao Jian Zun finished his opening remarks, the deacon elder who presided over the sect competition stood on the main throne in front of the arena.

"Yichen, a disciple from Yaofeng, will fight against Tuqiao, a disciple from Zhenfeng. Please both disciples come on the field!" the deacon elder shouted loudly.

Yichen, who was standing behind Feng Xuanxuan, heard that the opponent he was fighting was a disciple of Zhenfeng. He strode out from the back of the team and walked onto the stage.

When Chen Feng's disciple Tuqiao on the opposite side also walked onto the stage, the two sides introduced themselves to each other and then started fighting.

Although the two of them fought well, Feng Xuanxuan always felt that something was wrong!

The two fought till the end, and the disciple from Zhenfeng lost by one move, and Yichen pointed his sword at his neck. "I give in!"

Although the other party admitted defeat loudly, Yichen's face did not show any joy, but looked more like a loser.

The disciples of Zhenfeng walked down the stage in high spirits, while Yichen lowered his head and looked depressed.

"Yichen, you won! You...don't worry too much! There's still the next game!" Zhu Linbao walked forward and wanted to comfort the depressed Yichen.

Feng Xuanxuan listened to Zhu Linbao's words, her mind full of questions. She couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it good for Yichen to win?"

Zhu Linbao and Yichen looked at each other, looked at Feng Xuanxuan in surprise and said, "Now that we have won, our next opponent may be a disciple from Jianfeng!"

"They will lose miserably!" The disciple who had been standing behind Feng Xuanxuan couldn't help but speak.

Hearing his words, Zhu Linbao and Yichen nodded in agreement.

Feng Xuanxuan glanced at the three of them, then looked at the other disciples. Each of them had an expression that showed they were afraid that they would suffer miserably if they encountered the disciples of Jianfeng.

"Do we have to lose if we meet the disciples from Jianfeng?" Feng Xuanxuan asked the disciples from Yaofeng.

The Yaofeng disciples present all nodded and answered in unison, "We will lose!"

Therefore, it is best to lose the game before meeting the disciples of Jianfeng, and lose beautifully!

Although Feng Xuanxuan had always felt that she couldn't win, she felt bad when she found out that everyone else felt that she couldn't win!

Sure enough, the following disciples who participated in the sect competition, as long as there were no disciples from Jianfeng, had very exciting fights. The losers smiled proudly, while the winners had ugly faces.

The match involving the disciples of Jianfeng was indeed miserable. A disciple of Jianfeng kicked him out of the ring with all his strength and then sent him flying with a sword.

Those who wanted to fight seriously and bravely were beaten with bruises and broken limbs!

"Fortunately, I lost early, otherwise it would be terrible!" Zhu Linbao stood beside Feng Xuanxuan, looking at the Fufeng disciples being beaten by the Jianfeng disciples on the stage with a look of fear on his face.

As soon as the fire talisman was thrown out, it was directly split in half by a sword energy from a disciple of Jianfeng. After the sword energy split the flame, there was still some power left and it split in front of the disciple of Fufeng.

The protective talisman on the Fufeng disciple's body flashed and turned into ashes. At this time, the Jianfeng disciple also arrived after the sword energy and stepped on the Fufeng disciple.

"I give up!" Fu Lu shouted loudly, enduring the severe pain in his chest.

The Jianfeng disciple retracted his spirit sword, stepped back, and allowed the Fufeng disciple lying on the ground to stand up.

The talisman disciple gritted his teeth and tried to stand up. He tried several times, but in the end he just spat out a mouthful of blood!

The Jianfeng disciple hurried forward to check, picked up the Fufeng disciple and carried him back to the Fufeng disciple.

Feng Xuanxuan tightly grasped the top-grade healing pill in her hand. She couldn't afford to be beaten to the point where she couldn't even stand up. She had to let the other party carry her down.

Seeing Feng Xuanxuan's worried look, Chen Yuan stood beside her and said, "Don't worry, we are disciples of Medicine Peak. Even if the disciples of Sword Peak are not very tactful, they have to ask us for treatment when they are injured and need medicine, and they have to be gentle with us."

"That's right, Senior Sister, you can definitely walk off the stage standing." Zhu Linbao echoed.

Feng Xuanxuan nodded.

All of them in Yaofeng have lost except her. For the sake of Yaofeng's face, she still has to hold on a little longer.

She would put the healing pill in her mouth later. If the situation was not right, she could eat it and fight with the opponent a little longer.

Although there was only one arena for the sect competition, the disciples were still fighting very quickly.

Half of the disciples were eliminated on the first day.

On the second day, only twenty disciples were left. They would draw lots again the next day for the final battle.

On the third day, Feng Xuanxuan didn't expect that she would still be standing here. Even if she ranked last today, it was not too bad.

Standing here with her were Senior Sister Yin Luo, Yu Huaan, and of course Senior Brother Bu Fei.

The deacon elder looked at the last twenty disciples, took out their draw lots, and called out the first pair of disciples to fight, "Disciple Yu Huaan from Qifeng vs. Disciple Chang Lu from Jianfeng!"

"I am Yu Hua'an, a disciple of Qifeng." Yu Hua'an's robes were glowing with light, and the spiritual sword in his hand shone with a dazzling cold light. He stood in front of the disciple of Jianfeng with a smile on his face.

The Jianfeng disciple looked serious and warily at the other party, "Jianfeng disciple Chang Lu!"

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