In just one stick of incense's time, most of the people on the round platform were eliminated.

Jiang Niannian had just come down from the stage and saw her son surrounded by a group of female cultivators with a frown on his face.

"Don't give up." She called him.

Yin Buqi, who was surrounded by a group of women and was in a very unhappy mood with a gloomy expression, immediately put on an innocent smile and ran over happily.

Think about it!

Jiang Niannian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why didn't she realize before that her child had two faces?

She coaxed him as she did when they were little: "We didn't give up and made it through the second round. That's amazing."

"It's all thanks to Nian Nian." Yin Buqi looked at her, a slightly warm mist floating on his brows, his eyeballs became even brighter, and filled with a biting fever.

The other female cultivators saw that this beautiful man must have been taken, so they left in disappointment. Only one pretty female cultivator approached him and said hello in a friendly manner: "Hello, my name is Bilian. I wonder what your relationship is? Are you a couple?"

"We are not..." Jiang Niannian was about to shake her head, but Yin Buqi held her back. He said coldly to the woman, "She is my sweetheart."

Jiang Niannian was startled, and guessed that her son didn't want others to bother him, so he used her as a shield, and then smiled: "I like him too."

The hand that was holding her shoulders suddenly tightened, and a smile unconsciously appeared on Yin Buqi's face.

"Sister, you are so beautiful. As expected, only a fairy can be worthy of Brother Yin, who looks like a banished immortal."

Jiang Niannian asked doubtfully, "Brother Yin?"

"I accidentally saw it when you were registering the day before yesterday. Yin Buqi, what a good name!" Bilian sighed and said, "Sister, you use rouge and powder so skillfully. Unlike me, I don't even know how to put on makeup. Sigh."

The corners of Jiang Niannian's mouth twitched. So, is she encountering the ancient green tea?

"She is stunningly beautiful. She doesn't need any makeup." His eyes gleamed coldly, containing a hint of sneer, mixed with disdain and contempt, which was chilling.

"It would be great if I had a Taoist partner like Brother Yin, who is not only handsome and powerful, but also..."

"I'm Nian Nian." Yin Buqi interrupted her, his face already showing impatience, that expression seemed to be saying "Why doesn't this woman who is buzzing in his ear like a fly leave yet?"

Bilian seemed to have not expected him to say that. She lowered her head and said shyly, "Is that so? I was lucky that Brother Yin came to my rescue and pushed me aside. Otherwise, I would have been beaten down by that man."

"You're in trouble."

Bilian thought there was something wrong with her ears and asked in disbelief, "What?"

"I pushed you because you were blocking me and it was very troublesome."

If he wasn't afraid that Nian Nian would misunderstand, Yin Buqi wouldn't want to say a word to this woman.

The onlookers laughed secretly. Bilian could not stand such an injustice. She stamped her feet and ran away without looking back: "You! You are too much!"

Jiang Niannian, who was originally ready to roll up her sleeves to fight Green Tea: "..." She seemed to be completely useless.

Soon, it was time for the third round - two-on-two duels to determine the rankings.

A vague sound of bells could be heard in the distance, it was noon, and strands of golden light were falling like silk threads.

A woman leaped into the arena, with falling flowers dancing in the air along with her skirt and sleeves. She had a pretty face, with curved eyes and a gentle smile, like a stunning fairy who had fallen from a painting into the human world.

"Wow!" Everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

Jiang Niannian heard the voice and looked towards the arena. Sure enough, it was Tang Murou.

She pointed at the Peach Blossom Sword, and with a light body, she made a beautiful sword flower and said to her opponent: "I am Tang Murou, please teach me some tricks."

Jiang Niannian glanced at Yin Buqi beside her, who was staring at her with burning eyes.

"Well... the competition has already started." Jiang Niannian's face turned red.

"so what?"

For some reason, Jiang Niannian asked, "What do you think of the woman who just came on stage?"

The fight was already going on on the stage, and everyone's attention was on Tang Murou, as if they wanted to see what beautiful moves this stunningly beautiful girl could use to defeat her opponent.

Yin Buqi looked at it for a few seconds and then looked away, saying calmly, "Stop using fancy moves, they are useless."

"I'm asking you what you look like..."

"It is beautiful."

Sure enough, Jiang Niannian slowly lowered her head. No one could escape the halo of the heroine, nor could they break the irresistible force of the plot.

Who would have thought that Yin Buqi would slowly bend down, lean over to her ear and say the second half of the sentence with a smile: "But, I still can't defeat the slightest hint of romance between Nian Nian's eyebrows."

"You...what nonsense are you talking about, you're so smooth-talking..." Jiang Niannian punched him in the chest.

Yin Buqi let her hit him a few times without being moved. His nose was filled with Nian Nian's fragrance, and with every breath he took, he felt refreshed.

The winner was quickly decided on the stage. Jiang Niannian knew that Tang Murou won without even looking or using her toes to guess.

The next person to come on stage was wearing a blue and white brocade costume of a flying eagle with a wave pattern. The belt tied around his strong and slender waist further highlighted the eagle's aloofness.

"Look at the sword! Look at the sword!" As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he couldn't wait to compete with his opponent.

Jiang Niannian remembered him, Jiang Ziyu, her second favorite male character in the book.

He is not very talented, but he is a sword maniac. He seems to know nothing except practicing sword. He is a complete idiot in life.

The Flying Eagle Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand was what he saw when he came down the mountain. But the sword was extremely expensive, and he was afraid that the sword would be stolen by others, so he pawned all the valuable things on his body without saying a word, and when he came back, he was left with only the sword and a pair of underwear to cover his shame.

He is naive and does his own thing, but from beginning to end, he has always maintained a passionate and innocent heart.

The man on the other side was not armed with a sword, but a Soul Devouring Spike. He smiled strangely at Jiang Ziyu and said, "I am Li Er."

Soul-devouring Spikes flew out in all directions, Jiang Ziyou swung his sword, and the sword technique collided with the Soul-devouring Spikes, canceling them out instantly and dissipating into nothingness.

"Whose little boy is that? He's quite handsome!"

"What young master? That's Jiang Ziyou, the last disciple of Master Qinghe. Master Qinghe has already said that he will only accept him as his disciple in this lifetime!"

"But I don't think he is a martial arts prodigy with extremely high qualifications. True Lord Qinghe is the most accomplished among the Rimu. Whether it's his magic or his appearance, he is always the focus of attention. Why would he choose such a mediocre person as his last disciple?"

"Since Master Qinghe has chosen him, he must have some outstanding qualities. Let's take a look first."

Li Er's attacks became faster and faster, more and more fierce, and every move was fatal!

Jiang Ziyou was gradually finding it difficult to defend himself, and was pierced in the arm by a Soul-Eating Nail. The sword slipped out of his hand, and when he was about to recall the Flying Eagle Flowing Cloud Sword, several more Soul-Eating Nails pierced into his chest.

"You've been beaten so badly, surrender now!"

"That's right, he vomited a lot of blood... Eh? Why is the blood black? That Soul Devouring Spike is poisonous!"

On the fighting stage, Jiang Ziyu was trampled to the ground by his opponent.

Li Er smiled sinisterly: "Surrender."

"No! No!" Jiang Ziyu endured the severe pain, finally recalled his sword, and swung it at Li Er.

The sword energy was fast and accurate, hitting Li Er accurately and knocking him far away, falling off the arena.

The winner was Jiang Ziyu.

Jiang Ziyou stood up tremblingly, his body covered in blood and staggering. The moment he fell down, he fell into a cold embrace.

The man came against the light, his expression indifferent, and the mottled shadow of the sun flowed on his white shirt, making him look like a fairy.

"That's... Qinghe Zhenjun!"

"Master..."

Jiang Ziyou shuddered slightly, but he was still held by him. Although he was almost unconscious, he could clearly hear the man's gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, disciple. Your master will protect you."

This chapter is long enough (heart), tomorrow's preview:

Qinghe Zhenjun Wen Shili's domineering protection of his disciples

The Victory and Defeat between Yin Ci and Yin Buqi