Each disciple is not simple

"It's a good seedling, but I'm afraid we have to stop here." He sighed, but his eyes were still full of determination.

Although he did not agree with Jun Mingzhu's taboo style of play, everyone who worked hard for victory deserved praise.

Jun Mingzhu did nothing wrong, she just wanted to win too much.

"That's not necessarily true." Mingjia directly refuted Buhui's prediction.

He raised the corners of his lips with a look of sympathy. In his eyes, Mingjia was being stubborn and forcibly trying to save face.

The winner is about to be decided, but the master and disciple are still the same and won't cry until they see the coffin!

Jun Moyao, who was resisting desperately, dodged Jun Mingzhu's attack and flexibly threw the Zhanyuan sword in his right hand into his left hand. This is the advantage of being able to use the sword skillfully with both hands and not being restricted by attacks from multiple directions.

Jun Moyao locked her eyes on Jun Mingzhu. Looking at her already insane body, she seemed to see herself in her previous life who was equally insane.

In her previous life, she had experienced many life-threatening situations, and it was not uncommon for her to burn herself to death in order to escape. Because she was often involved in danger, the soul of the storage ring was also "helping" her little by little, making her regard him as a family member she could trust.

In this life, she was so lucky to meet Mingjia who treated her sincerely.

Everything that happened yesterday is like yesterday’s death!

Jun Mingzhu, who has lost her mind, is indeed a bit troublesome, but the methods she uses are also the ones she used in her previous life!

“Jun Mingzhu, you are indeed willing to give it your all and hate me to the core, but how can you understand what despair is…” Jun Moyao murmured, perhaps to Jun Mingzhu, or perhaps to herself!

The energy of the Zhanyuan Sword suddenly became stronger, and Jun Moyao's eyes instantly became as firm as iron. It was a kind of loneliness and focus that could only be understood at the moment of life and death!

She had lived in comfort for too long, so long that she even thought the pain in her past life was just a dream!

At this moment, all the memories of her past life flooded into Jun Moyao's mind. She swung her sword again. She was the desperado who dared to take revenge alone and die together with the storage ring soul!

"Senior sister fights back!"

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Jun Moyao seemed like a different person!

From the awkward evasion just now, it turned into active attack!

Her attack was sophisticated and fierce, like a violent storm, and she refused to give the opponent any time to react!

"Come on, senior sister!" Su Tianyue shouted loudly, and it seemed that she was instantly inspired!

Gradually, the surrounding Taishang Sect disciples and Su Tianyue shouted together: "Senior Sister! Come on!"

"Maybe Jun Mingzhu has been working very hard." Seeing that Jun Moyao had gained the upper hand, Mingjia's face no longer had a happy look, but instead looked indifferent.

"But people with better talents than her have never slacked off."

She had never seen anyone as hardworking and diligent as Jun Moyao. In her memory, even Shen Xuanzhi back then was not as self-disciplined as her.

Jun Moyao is like a string that is always taut, as if no progress would be a step backward for her.

Therefore, when seeing Jun Mingzhu grow and become stronger, Mingjia was not worried that Jun Mingzhu would lose. Because Jun Moyao never stopped!

Bu Hui's face looked a little ugly, and he said with a fake smile, "Master Ming Feng, it's a little early for you to say that, isn't it? The winner hasn't been decided yet."

He had long forgotten that he was the one who danced most happily at the beginning.

Mingjia glanced at Buhui and frowned slightly.

The head of the Wuxiang Sect has not been seen for a hundred years. How come he has become more and more narrow-minded as he grows older? If the head of a sect has this kind of personality, one can imagine what kind of atmosphere there is inside this sect!

Not only was Jun Moyao's match exciting, the other two arenas were equally interesting.

On the second stage, Feng Hui from the Hehuan Sect fought against a monk from the Buddhist Sect.

It seems that the two have different styles. Feng Hui is dressed coolly and gracefully, holding a pipa as her weapon. The monk has a straight face, strong muscles, and a long stick in his hand, which makes him look very powerful.

Obviously, one is a long-range attacker and the other is a close-range attacker, and they are also characters that are entangled with each other.

"Little monk, why don't you dare look up at me?" Feng Hui was graceful and her voice was extremely charming.

The monk lowered his eyes and attacked, but his long staff was merciless.

Feng Hui was walking around the ring in a daze, "You really don't understand romance!"

A beauty remains elegant even when she is cursing.

She played the pipa and immediately the monk was captivated. After being stiff for a moment, he actually walked down the stage by himself!

The disciples below the stage were in an uproar, and the monk suddenly woke up, looking stunned, not understanding how he had lost.

"Little monk, thank you for your kindness!" Feng Hui raised her plump lips and revealed a charming smile.

Instantly, the monk realized that he was bewitched. Instantly, he lowered his head in shame.

I am a monk, but I failed because of my mind. Damn it!

On the No. 3 ring, there were two talisman practitioners, who were engaging in a war of attrition. Various talismans were flying around the ring, making it dizzying to watch.

The last Fu Xiu from the Zhaixing Gate narrowly won.

Back at the most intense Arena No. 1, Jun Moyao had defeated Jun Mingzhu repeatedly. Although she did not gain any advantage, her persistence and tenacity at the cost of her life made people admire her at the same time.

A monk should have this kind of tenacious character and indestructible quality!

The disadvantages of forcibly improving one's realm began to show. Jun Mingzhu was no longer as strong as he was at the beginning, and his realm began to drop.

The pain sobered people up. Jun Mingzhu no longer had the madness she had just now, and Jun Moyao did not give her the chance to admit defeat!

Where is it? Where is that bewitching storage ring?

Jun Moyao's eyes were frighteningly calm. She glanced at Jun Mingzhu's fingers and waist, but did not see the familiar storage ring.

That soul has a characteristic that it can only live in a storage ring and cannot be stored in other storage devices. Therefore, it must be on the surface of Jun Mingzhu's body, but where is it?

"Where is the storage ring?" Jun Moyao asked in a low voice as he approached Jun Mingzhu.

"What storage ring? Jun Moyao! I'm going to kill you!" Even though Jun Mingzhu couldn't beat Jun Moyao, he still wielded the Gentleman Sword fiercely.

The poor Gentleman's Sword should have been a precious sword as clear as jade, but in her hands it suffered humiliation and lost its spirituality.

Jun Mingzhu's dazed look didn't seem fake, and Jun Moyao became suspicious.

Since Jun Mingzhu doesn’t know about the storage ring, why does she know the soul body’s moves?

"Then how did you learn this magic circle and runes?"

Jun Mingzhu saw the eagerness in Jun Moyao's eyes, and she suddenly laughed, "Want to know? I won't tell you! Hahaha..."

Jun Moyao's eyes turned cold instantly, and she didn't want to waste time on the stage.

"Ring number one! Grand Master Mo Yao wins!"

Jun Mingzhu was nailed to the ground by her sword and fainted completely.