After practicing the ruthless way, the little sister is too strong

"Yin Miao Sect's Wen Wan wins this match!"

As soon as the result was announced, cheers and applause broke out from the audience.

"Oh my god, Miss Wen Wan is amazing!"

"You are indeed a genius! You have mastered the sword technique. I admire you!"

"I feel like her thoughts are so clear. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought she had the ability to predict the future!"

"Haha, maybe. Isn't she a direct disciple of the Yin Miao Sect? With such great talent, it's normal for her to know some Word Spirit Techniques."

"That's right! It seems that she may have been hiding her abilities on purpose in the first two rounds just for this moment."

The first preliminary round and the last final round are often the most popular points.

There were countless praises from the audience, and almost half of them were cheering for Wen Wan.

Wen Wan suppressed the pride in her eyes, removed the concealing effect of the magic weapon, and walked quickly to Fu Jin.

He stretched out his hand towards her with a look of remorse on his face, and said softly, "Sister Fujin, I'm sorry. I didn't control the strength of my blow. Are you okay? I'll help you up."

"No need." Fu Jin didn't like being touched by others. She stood up with her sword and glanced at her. "If you lose, you lose. There's nothing to be sorry about. You are indeed not as weak as the rumors say, but I will definitely win back next time."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left.

The senior brothers and sisters from Yu Jian Sect immediately came forward to greet them.

Senior Brother Hua Qingyan: "Junior Sister, hurry up and take the pill."

Second Senior Brother Shangguan Weimo: "Senior Brother will help you beat those people from Yinmiao Sect later."

Third Senior Sister Shen Zhiyi: "It's okay, don't be discouraged, we will definitely win next time!"

The fourth brother Xie Chengcheng: "Let's go and rest first."

Fifth Senior Brother Xu Yiyi: "No, we have to ask Dan Xiu to check our body first!"

Fu Jin was already used to their attitude and snorted, "It's just a mouthful of blood. It's no big deal. Stop treating me like a three-year-old child."

The atmosphere here was harmonious, but Wen Wan, who was left on the stage, only felt Fu Jin's contempt and disdain for her from her attitude.

The hands hanging at his sides were clenched slightly, and he felt unhappy.

She is just a loser, why do you look down on her! Why do so many people care about her? !

"Wanwan, come down quickly." Third senior sister Yin Li waved at Wen Wan from the audience.

"...Okay." Wen Wan forced a smile and walked towards her.

Xia Ling in the audience watched every move of Wen Wan carefully.

Indeed, Wen Wan performed well in this game.

First, disrupt the opponent's thoughts unexpectedly, and then take the opportunity to temporarily trap the opponent with the power of elements. During this gap, use high-level magic tools to hide your body and give yourself time to cast the sound magic, and then cast the sound magic to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

There was almost no fault in every move.

Simu Feng suddenly asked: "Xiao Liu, if your opponent is her, what are your chances of winning?"

Xia Ling smiled and replied jokingly, "About 90%."

"Then where does the remaining 10% go? Is it a problem of realm?" Lin Xingfan asked in cooperation.

"I guess so." Xia Ling shrugged slightly and said casually: "After all, things in the world are unpredictable, and we can't be too sure about everything, right?"

"Hahaha!" Lin Xingfan couldn't help laughing out loud.

Jiang Ci glanced at her and said, "Your words will make the entire Yin Miao Sect regard you as a thorn in their side."

That's right. After all, Lin Xingfan had already noticed several angry and dissatisfied glances coming from the Yinmiao clan's transmission seat.

"It doesn't matter." Xia Ling didn't care at all.

If she can beat someone, she will beat him. If she really can't beat him, she will just admit defeat.

And if she really faces Wen Wan, she is indeed confident that she can win.

No matter whether Wen Wan chooses to take the enemy by surprise or play dirty, she will be there for him.

*

The second game is the home game of Yue Chenzhi and Yan Xianshu.

Assisting them are the siblings Mu Xi and Muchen.

They are also the eldest brothers of the sect, and are both in the late Jindan stage.

But in a one-on-one fight, Yue Chenzhi, who practiced both sword and alchemy, clearly had the upper hand.

Finally, within a quarter of an hour, the competition ended with Yue Chen's victory.

"Thank you." Yue Chenzhi put the sword back into the scabbard and clasped his fists towards Yan Xianshu and Muchen.

Yan Xianshu and Muchen politely returned the gift.

The four of them stopped talking and there was no need to get angry. They greeted each other and left.

Apart from the opening words 'please give me your advice' and 'thank you for letting me', there was no other communication.

The third match was between Jiang Sumu and Shen Zhiyi from the Yujian Sect. Shen Zhiyi, whose cultivation was also at the peak of the foundation building stage, narrowly won.

It is worth mentioning that both of them had sudden enlightenment and breakthrough at the same time during the battle.

Dark clouds gradually rose, and everyone had to pause the next game and wait for them to successfully overcome the tribulation.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the thunder was about to strike.

For fear of bringing disaster to other people, the other four sect leaders except Mu Bufan worked together to set up a barrier.

This move completely reassured the onlookers, and very few people left. Most decided to stay and continue watching.

Yu Qianyang, who had not said much in this match, looked at the two girls in the middle of the arena with full admiration: "These two children were able to achieve sudden enlightenment and breakthroughs in the battle. Their comprehension is indeed good. They are worthy of being the new generation of geniuses."

“Haha, your generation in Wangyue Sect is not bad either!” Liu Tianmu and Wu Ya’s eyes were narrowed with smiles. Although they were not praising themselves, it made no difference.

Xia Ling and Lin Xingfan were chatting in the audience.

"Junior sister, how about we guess how long this thunder will last? Let's see who can guess correctly."

Xia Ling casually asked, "Is there any benefit in winning?"

Lin Xingfan blinked, "What do you want?"

Xia Ling's request was not high: "Practice sword-controlling skills with me for a month."

“....Haha...ha..." Lin Xingfan laughed awkwardly, looked away, and said seriously, "I suddenly feel that there is nothing to guess. Let's compete next time!"

“…Hehe^_^.” Xia Ling smiled.