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

Jiang Jingmo's voice was not loud, but it was very obvious in the quiet crowd.

Ye Qingnan had just finished his battle. He had good hearing and heard Jiang Jingmo's voice clearly. He frowned slightly and looked in her direction, but only saw a little girl in green.

He frowned slightly, a bit of impatience showing on his face, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Jiang Jingmo, and the indifference on his face finally showed some impulse.

"You, come down and fight with me."

Hearing this, Jiang Jingmo suddenly laughed. Her senior brother was just the same as before. He couldn't stand others talking about his sword moves and his abilities.

Bai Jinyue naturally heard what Jiang Jingmo said. Her eyes changed slightly, and then she looked at her in confusion.

"Why do you talk like that, girl?"

Then, as if he had thought of something, he quickly looked in the direction of Ye Qingnan with a smile on his face.

"Brother, although victory and defeat are common, this is the Jiuxiao Sect's internal competition, so we should be more polite."

Her words were flawless, but when they reached the ears of the Jiuxiao Sect disciples, they had a different meaning, and they suddenly felt uncomfortable as if they were holding their breath.

Doesn't this mean that they can't afford to lose?

They wanted to argue, but to do so now would be like trying to cover up their own faults, and it would only prove that they could not afford to lose.

Qin Qing's face didn't look good either, but as the head of Jiuxiao Sect, he couldn't just slap Bai Jinyue to death right now, as this would damage the sect's reputation.

He could only wait and see what Jiang Jingmo was going to do.

Ye Qingnan almost ignored Bai Jinyue's words, and the tip of the sword was still pointing at Jiang Jingmo.

"Why don't you come down? Are you afraid?"

There was a chill in his voice, and his slightly furrowed brows showed his restlessness.

Jiang Jingmo had just finished eating the fruit in his hand when he suddenly heard Ye Qingnan's words. He simply spread his hands out, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

"Yes, I just don't dare."

Seeing that Ye Qingnan's eyes were getting more angry, she curled her lips and smiled again.

"You are the last disciple of Lingyun Sect. Do you want to see how old I am now? I have just started practicing cultivation. How can I be better than you?"

"Why, do you still want to bully children?"

When Ye Qingnan heard her words, there was some unnaturalness in his expression, but more of it was disdain.

"Since you don't dare, then don't speak nonsense."

Jiang Jingmo was happy again.

"I'm telling the truth, okay? Your sword moves are really fancy, and you're also really pretentious."

Jiang Jingmo pointed at the several red-clothed disciples who were queuing up, with a sarcastic tone.

"The senior disciples, they seemed to be in the front just now, but you bypassed them and challenged a few outer disciples. What do you mean?"

"I think everyone is familiar with Fellow Daoist Ye's deeds. He is a young genius with extraordinary talent, but he only dares to challenge outer disciples. Isn't this a bit cheap?"

Jiang Jingmo smiled, his eyes full of sarcasm. In fact, those inner disciples were probably no match for Ye Qingnan because Ye Qingnan's talent was too strong. However, he did not dare to compete with them because he was afraid of losing.

The auras of these disciples are all at the Earth level, and Ye Qingnan’s current strength should be around the fifth level of the Earth level.

Ye Qingnan could beat them, but he couldn't sense their exact strength. As long as there was a slight possibility that he would lose, he would not gamble.

Jiang Jingmo discovered in his previous life that although Ye Qingnan was cold, there was one thing that was unbearable for him, and that was losing.

Especially in...

When Jiang Ji was listening.

It was written in the novel that Ye Qingnan had an obsession, which made him work madly to make himself stronger, and he never failed. This situation gradually improved after Bai Jinyue appeared, and he let go of the obsession after Jiang Jiting died.

Then everything can be explained. This obsession is probably related to Jiang Jiting.

"So it seems that Brother Ye is afraid of losing?" Jiang Jingmo said loudly.

There was dead silence on the field. Ye Qingnan's hand holding the sword was shaking slightly. He stared at Jiang Jingmo in front of him, as if he wanted to stare a hole in her face.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice seemed to carry ice and snow.

"Sharp teeth and sharp tongue."

Bai Jinyue's face didn't look very good at the moment, because the luck value she had just obtained had been reset to zero, and she remembered that she originally had a small amount of luck value.

But now it's all gone.

"System, what's going on?"

"Host, you just failed to suppress Jiang Jingmo, so all the luck points you gained have returned to her. And because her actions successfully suppressed you, your luck points were also sucked away."

The mechanical sound of the system was like a basin of cold water that poured over Bai Jinyue.

"how so……"

"Host, this is the rule set by Heaven. We are temporarily unable to resist the power of Heaven."

Bai Jinyue calmed down a little. The current situation couldn't possibly get any worse.

"Does Fellow Daoist Ye still want to continue the competition?"

Jiang Jingmo smiled gently and even had time to rub An Yang's hair.

"Yes, but I want to compete with fellow Daoist Jiang Jiting from your sect."

Ye Qingnan's gaze fell on the podium. This was the longest sentence he had said today.

Jiang Jiting flew down from the platform the moment he finished speaking. They were both dressed in white. When they stood together, Jiang Jiting towered over Ye Qingnan. He didn't look like an ordinary person, but more like a banished immortal.

Seeing the handsome face of the man in front of him, Ye Qingnan was choked for a moment, his ears turned red instantly, and his eyes revealed unconcealable admiration.

Jiang Jining turned around and glanced at the injured disciples, with a cold look in his eyes, but he still didn't say anything, just quietly looking at Ye Qingnan in front of him.

After a long while, before Ye Qingnan could speak, Jiang Jining took the lead in holding his flute and said softly:

"let's start."

Then, he put the smooth white flute to his lips, and the sound of the flute rose slowly. Waves of spiritual power broke through the sound of the wind and rushed towards Ye Qingnan like a blade. Those light waves were chilling and frightening.

Ye Qingnan finally came to his senses and quickly raised his sword to resist. The sound waves hit the sword, making a series of roaring sounds, which made Ye Qingnan's arm slightly numb.

It was not until a sound wave scratched his fair cheek due to his negligence that he finally began to compete seriously.

Ye Qingnan finally activated his fire spiritual power, and the raging flames instantly wrapped around the sword, transforming into a fire snake, rushing straight towards Jiang Jiting with a scorching temperature.

Then, he threw the flaming sword into the air. Flames spread and the sword expanded several times, turning into a gigantic fire dragon in the air. It hovered above his head and let out loud roars. As it danced, several huge fireballs smashed towards Jiang Jiting, carrying an irresistible momentum and heat.

What’s amazing is that where the fireball fell, fire snakes emerged and coiled around it densely.

The fire snake that had rushed towards Jiang Jating had been broken in half by the sound waves, and the two segments of its body turned into two fire snakes, spitting out tongues with sparks, twisting its body and crawling towards him again.

The entire spiritual power shield was already crawling with fire snakes. There were already dozens of them densely packed together. It was creepy just to look at, let alone Jiang Jiting who was inside and what kind of scene he saw.