Everyone: "..."

In this competition, Shen Jiao truly made a name for herself.

Originally, some people were still bothered by her taking the Azure Sword, but after Elder Qingzhu, they all fell silent.

They can't even beat Elder Qingzhu, why bother going to get beaten up?

That's all for now.

After finishing the battle, Shen Jiao felt hot and thirsty, and she immediately spotted the tyrant.

She ran over, "Your Majesty, am I amazing?"

Ji Yan let her hang on her body, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Not bad."

"No, you have to say I'm amazing."

Shen Jiao tugged at his sleeve and wiped her sweat; sure enough, it didn't absorb water!

Ji Yan: "I won't say."

"Say it, say it, tell me!" Shen Jiao protested, after all, she had won against that old bamboo man!

Ji Yan deliberately contradicted him: "I won't say, I won't say."

"Say it quickly, just say one sentence."

"Good, good, you're really something."

...

Meanwhile, Elder Qingzhu was also dug out by Young Master Qingfeng and the disciples of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion.

"Master, what should we do?"

The Sword Saint of Qinglang looked at Ji Yan and Shen Jiao with a smile.

Upon hearing this, he paused, turned around and glanced at Elder Qingzhu, who was lying on a stretcher, his nose and eyes distorted from being beaten.

He could only sigh in the end, "Hand it over."

It goes without saying who it will be given to.

"Master...yes." Qingfeng hesitated, but ultimately did not try to persuade him further.

Elder Qingzhu was truly confused this time. If Junior Sister hadn't been capable enough, she would surely have died today.

Those who reap what they sow will not live.

Upon receiving the order, two disciples carried Elder Qingzhu, trembling, toward the tyrant.

"Stop! What are you trying to do?"

Suddenly, several elderly men rushed out and blocked Elder Qingzhu's stretcher.

The man in black was very displeased. "You disciples of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, how dare you treat your elders like this? Insubordination, what is your punishment!"