It's okay, it's easy to overthrow the heroine's system

Hearing her voice, Qin Qing and others couldn't help but look at her, especially Gu Yanzhou, who looked at Jiang Jiting with a gloating expression, as if he was watching a good show.

Jiang Jiting had been taught the ways of a gentleman since elementary school. Even though he did not have much affection for the girl in front of him, he still smiled faintly in a gentle voice.

"Miss Bai, you are too kind."

There was no further news from then on. He just quietly watched the disciples who were sparring with each other below the stage. He no longer paid any attention to Bai Jinyue, showing his aloofness.

The smile on Bai Jinyue's face froze, but she had no choice but to use all her luck points these days to exchange for elixirs to increase her strength. Now she had no luck points to exchange for strategy items, so she could only shut her mouth.

Her gaze fell on Gu Yanzhou again, and she saw that although he looked nonchalant, she didn't know if it was her illusion, but whenever her gaze touched him, he would inexplicably add a layer of coldness.

Bai Jinyue could only give up and stared blankly at the disciples sparring below.

Jiang Jingmo noticed Bai Jinyue when she took off her veil, but she was not worried. According to her understanding from her previous life, even if Bai Jinyue used those props on Jiang Jating, it would be useless.

After she was reborn, she reviewed the events of her past life and discovered that Bai Jinyue's props, which were like talismans that everyone loved, were actually not useful to everyone.

Those with weak character will be affected, but those with excellent character will not.

In her previous life, Bai Jinyue wanted to kill Jiang Jiting simply because her props had no effect on him at all. So no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't conquer Jiang Jiting, and a twisted hatred arose in her heart.

No one else can get what she can't get, so that's why she was framed later.

What's more, Jiang Jingmo calculated the time, and now Bai Jinyue should be using all of his luck to improve his own cultivation, right?

People who practice cultivation have excellent eyesight. Even though they were far away on the high platform, Jiang Jingmo saw Bai Jinyue's face gradually turning pale. She was in a good mood instantly. She took out two spiritual fruits from her space bag and ate them with An Yang, one on the left and one on the right.

The battle on the open ground became increasingly fierce, and everyone tried their best to compete for the chance to enter the inner gate.

Seeing this, Jiang Jingmo suddenly became confused. He looked at the clothes of the disciples around him, some were black robes with silver thread, while others were red robes with gold edges. He was the only one wearing a green robe.

The Jiuxiao Sect did not have many restrictions on the attire of its disciples. They only needed to wear it during major events. Except for a few closed disciples, everyone else wore the sect's attire obediently. Amidst the black and red, there was a touch of green for Jiang Jingmo.

Jiang Jingmo suddenly felt that he was being abrupt, and the fruit he was chewing no longer tasted good.

But who is Jiang Jingmo? He remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before his eyes. He hesitated for a moment and then continued to watch the competition, while answering the strange questions that An Yang asked from time to time.

Before he knew it, the sun was high in the sky and the morning competition was about to end. Jiang Jingmo was just about to stand up and rush to the sect cafeteria when he heard movement coming from the podium again.

Bai Jinyue's eyes were fixed on her figure, and she said something to Qin Qing with a smile, and Ye Qingnan also nodded rarely.

Qin Qing looked at Jiang Jiteing and saw Jiang Jiteing nodded and agreed.

Jiang Jingmo sat down again after raising his butt, looking at Bai Jinyue on the platform, and roughly understood what she was going to do.

"Sister Mo, aren't we going to eat?"

An Yang looked at her with some confusion. Usually, Jiang Jingmo was the first one to rush to the cafeteria.

"Don't worry, someone is coming to cause trouble."

Jiang Jingmo crossed his legs, curled his lips, and waited for news from above.

An Yang looked at Bai Jinyue on the platform with confusion. He looked sunny and innocent, but somehow, he always gave her an uncomfortable feeling.

Is this the person that Sister Mo hates? She also finds him annoying.

As Jiang Jingmo expected, after the last match in the morning had ended, Qin Qing did not let everyone go for lunch.

He stood in front of the podium, and his powerful voice spread to every corner of the audience.

"I think everyone has seen that there are guests from Lingyun Sect coming to watch the competition today."

"They now also want to spar with our disciples. What do you think?"

There was silence for a moment, but soon there was a burst of approval, the voices getting louder and louder.

Long-term rigorous training has made every disciple of Jiuxiao Sect full of blood and energy. Their favorite thing to do on weekdays is to spar with each other, to make progress through sparring and to improve through fighting.

"We have to spar! We have to spar!"

"There are only two people here. Who are you going to spar with?"

"Who cares? The leader chose me! I've long wanted to learn the swordsmanship of the Jiuxiao Sect!"

"I heard that these two are the last disciples, they must be very powerful. It would be boring to pick only two of them to fight, let's have a few more!"

"That's right, but didn't that little girl say she just joined Lingyun Sect a while ago? Is she not very strong now?"

"He should be the best among his peers. I heard that Master Yuqian only accepts geniuses!"

"Then isn't the one wearing white clothes very powerful?"

"He's definitely not as good as our Senior Brother Jiang!"

People around were chattering, but Jiang Jingmo looked calm.

On the high platform, Ye Qingnan, who had hardly moved, stood up and flew down from the platform. His white clothes fluttered, and he really looked like an immortal in the sky, untainted by the world.

He had a look of indifference on his face, as if he didn't take the competition seriously.

"one by one."

His lips parted slightly and a word came out.

This sentence instantly aroused the anger of the Jiuxiao Sect's disciples. They lined up one by one and prepared to start the duel. Basically, they were disciples of the same age as Ye Qingnan.

Jiang Jingmo looked at the situation on the stage, his eyes moved slightly. After all, he had lived many lives, so he still had some understanding of Ye Qingnan.

He is indeed a genius.

Ye Qingnan, who possesses a pure fire spiritual root, loves to wear white clothes. In several sect competitions in his previous life, he repeatedly won the championship and made a name for himself in the Xuantian Divine Realm. He is a well-deserved child of destiny and a perfect male protagonist.

Of course, after sealing Shen Ji again in the very end, Ye Qingnan also successfully obtained the position of Bai Jinyue's queen.

Jiang Jingmo clicked his tongue twice, and then saw that the competition below had already begun.

Ye Qingnan stood with a sword in his hand, using only his spiritual power to fight back and utilizing the power of his spiritual roots.

His eyes were sharp and his movements were ruthless. With a few casual sword swings, he could find the opponent's weakness and defeat him in one move, sending him off the stage.

Ye Qingnan's sword moves were swirling and varied, sword energy was rising, and the spiritual power shield was filled with sharp sword energy. His body was also swift, and there was no telling where he would appear in the next moment, making it impossible for the opponent to defend himself. If he lost his concentration for a moment, he would be seized by the opportunity and then unfortunately lose the battle.

Several of them came up like this, and all of them were defeated within ten moves at his hands. The originally lively audience instantly held their breath, and their faces became a little angry.

It wasn't because the disciples of Jiuxiao Sect kept losing, but because Ye Qingnan didn't hold back at all. Several disciples vomited blood after being knocked down, and it was obvious that they were seriously injured internally.

Only Jiang Jingmo was still crunching the fruit, watching the situation on the stage with a smile on her face. She didn't seem worried at all; only the cold light in her eyes revealed her emotions.

Her red lips opened slightly but were full of disdain.

"I said, his swordsmanship is still as fancy as ever..."

"Pretending as always."