"Bei Sanfeng of the Bei family." The other party also gave his name.

After the referee shouted "start", the battle between Ning Lujue and Bei Sanfeng was about to begin.

Ning Lujue eliminated Bei Sanfeng in just three rounds.

Bei Sanfeng was not discouraged and clasped his fists towards Ning Lujue: "You are indeed very strong. It is an honor to lose to you."

Ning Lujue nodded slightly at him.

Soon after, two more people came to challenge Ning Lujue, and as expected, Ning Lujue defeated them all. Later, no one took the initiative to challenge Ning Lujue, and Ning Lujue successfully defended the title and got the opportunity to advance.

When Ning Lujue was leaving the stage, his gaze unconsciously turned to Yun Zheng in the crowd below, and their eyes met briefly.

Finally, Ning Lujue avoided the sight first.

Yu Qiu was keenly aware of Ning Lujue's gaze. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked Yun Zheng, "Do you know this Ning Lujue?"

Yun Zheng was slightly stunned and shook her head: "I don't know him."

When Yu Qiu heard this, his expression paused. Could it be that Ning Lujue fell in love with Zheng Zheng?

Thinking of this, Yu Qiu wanted to compete with Ning Lujue.

Yun Zheng saw Yu Qiu lowering his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. She asked softly, "When will you be on the stage?"

Yu Qiu slowly raised his eyes and smiled.

"Now."

"What's your weapon?"

Yu Qiu was stunned, then sighed: "I don't have any weapons yet."

He came in such a hurry that he had no time to prepare his weapon. His weapon was an iron fan, but in this modern era, he could not retrieve his own iron fan.

Yu Qiu turned to look at Feng Xinglan and said confidently, "Give me the sword."

Feng Xinglan hugged his sword tighter, as if protecting a child: "No."

Yu Qiu sighed slightly, and appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him: "Lan, have you forgotten how I raised you over the years?"

Feng Xinglan's expression became complicated when he heard this.

He corrected seriously: "It's not raising."

When Yu Qiu was about to say something, Feng Xinglan handed him the sword in his arms.

"Thanks, Lan." Yu Qiu took it and smiled triumphantly.

Nangong Qingqing and Zhongli Wuyuan couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene.

Feng Xinglan had only one request: "Don't destroy the sword."

Yu Qiu raised an eyebrow: "Okay."

Seeing this, Mo Jing hurriedly said, "Are you really going to the ring? Are you sure you can do it? This is no joke! Feng Xinglan has been practicing swordsmanship since he was a child. What about you? You've been practicing singing since you were a child, right? Do you think you can make someone admit defeat just by singing a song or two?"

Yu Qiu: "Do you know what it means to be a true person without revealing your true identity?"

Mo Jing touched his chin. "I only know about being stubborn, using the power of a tiger to bully others, having mediocre skills, and cheating."

Yu Qiu's mouth twitched when he heard this.

"You are quite cultured."

Yun Zheng also asked at this time: "Yu Qiu, are you really sure?"

"Do you believe me?" Yu Qiu looked back at her with a smile.

Yun Zheng was silent for a few seconds, then smiled: "You are so confident, so of course I believe you."

Yu Qiu blinked at Yun Zheng, looking very charming and coquettish. "If you trust me, I will win for you to see."

Yun Zheng got goosebumps in shock.

"You really are..." coquettish.

Yun Zheng didn't say it out loud, after all, it was an offensive statement.

"What a big crying monster." Mo Jing was also disgusted and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Upon hearing this, Yu Qiu immediately raised his scabbarded sword and thrust it against Mo Jing's neck. He sneered, "Big fool, you don't want to die, do you?"

"Murder is against the law!" Mo Jing said in panic as he felt the chill on his neck.

Yu Qiu raised his eyebrows, curled his lips into a smile, and drew back the sword in his hand.

During this process, Feng Xinglan stared closely at the ancient sword in Yu Qiu's hand. It can be seen that he cherishes this ancient sword very much.

In fact, neither of his current parents has ever touched his ancient sword.

Yu Qiu took Feng Xinglan's sword and went up to the ring.

As soon as he came on stage, excited screams rang out.

"Yu Qiu! Yu Qiu! I love you!"

"Yu Qiu, you're so handsome! Can you sign an autograph for me later?"

"Honey, you're so handsome! Can you shake my hand?"

"Who is this guy? Where did this pretty boy come from? Is he worthy of so many people cheering for him? He's just a little more handsome and has a better figure. What's the big deal?"

"That's right, why are these girls so crazy!"

"I'm a man, and I like Yu Qiu too! Come on, Yu Qiu! It doesn't matter if you can't beat me, everyone has their strengths!"

Those in the cultivation world who didn't know Yu Qiu were puzzled by the cheers from the people outside. Was Yu Qiu really that charming?

In the crowd, a beautiful woman in green also saw Yu Qiu's face clearly, and her heart couldn't help but beat faster.

The woman in green rarely went out and didn't know Yu Qiu's identity, so she turned her head slightly to look at the man in white standing beside her: "Yixian, who is this Yu Qiu?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yixian replied, "He is a very popular singer in the outside world. He is famous all over the country. The songs he created are sought after by countless people."

singer?

Yun Ziyue looked up at Yu Qiu on the ring, a strange feeling flashed through her mind, and the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.