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

But Jiang Jiting was unexpectedly calm. His usually gentle eyes pretended to be calm at this moment. He just sighed slightly and clenched the jade flute again.

He originally just dodged the falling fireballs, but he also found that these fireballs would turn into fire snakes once they hit the ground, so he changed his strategy.

The fireball that hit Jiang Jiting's side was scorching hot, but as he dodged it deftly, it didn't burn even a single hair. Jiang Jiting even had time to make his jade flute produce a short, rough sound.

Sound waves shattered the fireballs, causing them to disappear before they even hit the ground, and the fire snakes on the ground had already surrounded him, trying to climb up his legs and start biting him.

The fire dragon above his head was still circling, no longer spitting fireballs at him. It just let out a final roar, and rushed down from the sword. The huge dragon head was only a few inches away from Jiang Ji.

There was a fire dragon above and a fire snake below. The scene was undoubtedly shocking, leaving the disciples in the audience stunned.

Bai Jinyue grabbed her skirt, and could hardly hide the excitement on her face.

If Ye Qingnan defeated Jiang Jining, she would undoubtedly be suppressing Jiang Jingmo, and then she could get more luck points!

Just when everyone thought that Ye Qingnan was going to win, the soothing flute sound was heard again. A light shield blocked the attacks of the fire dragon and the fire snake. Behind the light shield, Jiang Jiting's demeanor was still dignified.

The older disciples looked calm and indifferent when seeing this scene, as if everything was under control. However, the disciples who joined the sect after Jiang Jiting had an inexplicable admiration for him, but when they saw the current scene, they became a little worried.

"Is Senior Brother Jiang going to lose?"

"As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think that light shield will last long."

"That's Senior Brother Jiang, how could he lose..."

"So what if we lose? We can afford to lose!"

"Is this Lingyun Sect's last disciple so powerful that even Senior Brother Jiang is about to be defeated?"

"Hey……"

The disciples of Jiuxiao Sect actually didn't believe that Jiang Jiting could win under such circumstances, and they all became dejected.

But Jiang Jingmo was still in high spirits. She looked at the stage with sparkling eyes, and had no idea that her own brother was about to lose.

"You should have some confidence in your Senior Brother Jiang."

Her voice rose slightly, and her beautiful fox eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a light that saw through everything.

Hearing the voice, the disciples turned around to look at Jiang Jingmo. Seeing that it was the little girl in green, they thought that she was too shy to accept defeat, so they all started to comfort her.

"Well, if we lose, we lose. We can afford to lose."

"That's right. I know you are shy, but you looked really handsome when you defended the sect just now."

"Little girl, we in the Jiuxiao Sect can afford to win and lose!"

"Little girl, why are you our Senior Brother Jiang? Isn't he your Senior Brother?"

Everyone was trying to persuade Jiang Jingmo, but the girl just held her chin and looked at the stage with a slight smile on her lips.

"It's not over yet, how can we make a conclusion so early?"

Everyone was stunned, and all the chattering stopped. They looked at each other, and felt that what Jiang Jingmo said made some sense, so they calmed down and continued watching the game.

The words from the audience more or less reached the podium. Bai Jinyue felt somewhat smug about it, but somehow, Jiang Jingmo's words just happened to get into her ears like riding on the wind.

She just showed disdain for it, thinking that Jiang Jingmo was just getting mad because he couldn't stand losing.

But she didn't know that Jiang Jingmo wanted her to hear this on purpose. After all, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, right?

Ye Qingnan on the field had already grasped his sword again, but he did not look as relaxed as it seemed from the outside.

As the person involved, he knew clearly that Jiang Jiting was not using his full strength at this moment. Even until now, he had not yet drawn out the power of his spiritual roots, but was simply using spiritual power to fight back.

This feeling of being out of control made Ye Qingnan very worried. He was watching the person he had been chasing from a distance, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Jiang Jiting was still playing the flute quietly. When the song ended, he raised his eyelids to look at Ye Qingnan opposite him and sighed again.

"It's time to finish."

His gentle voice made Ye Qingnan's heart suddenly turn cold.

The originally sunny weather suddenly darkened, clouds surged in the sky, and a rumbling sound was heard.

A huge bolt of lightning struck down from the sky and collided with the fire dragon and the fire snake, splashing huge sparks and producing a powerful explosion.

Ye Qingnan hurriedly recited a protective spell, but he was still a step too slow. The gusts of air caused by the explosion hit the trial field directly. Just when he thought he was about to fall heavily to the ground, a warm force held him up steadily and placed him safely on the ground.

Looking at the stands again, apart from the charred marks from the explosion, only Jiang Jiting was still standing steadily. He slowly took the flute from his lips, the breeze ruffling his hair, and his clothes were not at all ruffled.

He looked just like when he defeated Ye Qingnan in the sect competition many years ago, bright and handsome, a peerless young man.

And Ye Qingnan was the same, just as embarrassed, and just as defeated by him.

The disciples in the audience were stunned for a moment, and then burst into huge cheers.

"We win! We win!"

"As expected of you, Senior Brother Jiang. I knew you could win!"

"Bullshit, you just said that my brother would lose!"

"Didn't you just say that?"

"Senior brother is so awesome!!!"

The cheers from all around brought a smile to Jiang Jingmo's face. She always knew that her brother could win.

She also always knew that Jiang Jiteng's spiritual root, which was rarely exposed, was a mutated thunder root. He was also the darling of heaven and a well-deserved child of destiny.

The two people on the stage and in the audience just stared at each other for a long time without saying a word. After a long time, Jiang Jiting sighed slowly with a calm tone.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, sparring is not a fight to the death. When I told you to practice hard, I definitely didn't mean for you to come and hurt my disciples."

Ye Qingnan pursed his lips and said nothing, but stood up silently. His white robe had already been burned black in the explosion, and his hair crown had been blown crooked by the air wave. His appearance at this moment was very different from when he first came.

"I will compensate you."

He uttered a few words, and then left in silence. After all, he was a guest of Jiuxiao Sect, so Qin Qing still asked someone to take him to pack up.

At this moment, the cheers in the field continued, and everyone was happy for Jiang Jiting's victory.

First, it calmed the situation down, second, it restored face, and third, it slapped the other party in the face.

The disciples of Jiuxiao Sect had only one word in their minds:

Cool!

However, Jiang Jingmo had different feelings. She looked at the person who had asked her if Jiang Jating was not her senior brother, and spoke seriously.

"Jiang Jiting is definitely not my senior brother..."

The man was stunned, thinking that the two really had some grudge against each other, but the next second he saw the girl raise her proud smile.

"Because he's my brother!"