"Master... I didn't lose..." Jiang Ziyu said, then fainted.

Wen Shili frowned, his eyes like jade, and said to the attendant beside him: "Go and invite the Holy Lord Fuhua."

His voice is cool, like the clear water in an ancient well.

"Yes, True Lord!"

"Wait, I'll go myself."

The round trip would waste more time, so it would be better for him to go directly.

Wen Shili slightly tilted his handsome face, and his cold eyes swept over Li Er who was kneeling on the ground and shivering.

"Master, calm down! I, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have poisoned the Soul Devouring Nail. I violated the rules of the conference. I am guilty, I am guilty!"

"Please be magnanimous and forgive me this time! If I knew he was your apprentice, I would never... Pfft!!!"

Wen Shili waved his wide white sleeves and powerful spiritual power exploded, causing layers of shocking waves. Everyone present was affected, and those with weaker spiritual power were almost on the verge of spiritual instability.

Li Er was knocked to the ground by this huge spiritual power. He spit out a mouthful of blood, was thrown dozens of feet away, and passed out.

"Take this man to the dungeon and I will deal with him personally."

After hearing Shili's words, he left with Jiang Ziyou's sword in his arms. His white robe looked like floating snow, with his wide sleeves fluttering in the air, as if he would ascend to heaven at any moment.

"This Qing He Shi Jun directly destroyed Li Er's meridians, and not only did he not let him die immediately, but he also wanted to put him in a water dungeon... This is too cruel!"

"According to the regulations of the Immortal Alliance Conference, anyone who uses poison during a fight will be punished by being thrown into the water prison."

"That's right. Li Er hit Zhenjun's beloved disciple. That was like slapping Zhenjun in the face. Who doesn't know that Zhenjun is eager to protect his disciples..."

An outer disciple from Qinggu Peak came over and whispered, "You don't know, Jiang Ziyou and his master sleep in the same room, under the same blanket, and on the same bed!"

"Really?!"

"Why would I scare you? I saw with my own eyes that he and his master had done that..."

"Hurry up and tell me, what are you doing?" The people nearby were listening to Jing'er, but the disciple suddenly turned red in the face and kept silent.

A cold male voice reached his ears through his consciousness: "Since you can't control your tongue, then let me take care of it. Rimu will not tolerate those who speak ill of others in private. From today on, you will be expelled from Qinggu Peak!"

It was Qinghe Zhenjun! He heard it!

The disciple seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock of the god's arrival, and just ran away madly.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know. Let's just continue watching the competition."

Jiang Niannian watched everything that had just happened silently, with a solemn expression. She remembered the ending of the novel, where Wen Shili suddenly died. How did he die?

"Next game - Yin Ci vs Yin Buqi!"

This voice interrupted Jiang Niannian's thoughts. She looked up suddenly. What a coincidence!

A man came up on the stage, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a black robe with arrow sleeves, a high ponytail, a golden hair button, and was unruly and handsome. At the end of his right eye was a blood-red teardrop mole that was mentioned countless times in the novel and belonged to the male protagonist Yin Ci.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience.

"Niannian, I'll go up first." Yin Buqi smiled at Jiang Niannian, but his eyes looking towards the stage were filled with a bit of bloodthirsty cruelty.

"Well, if you can't beat him, don't be stubborn. Just admit defeat when it's time. It's not shameful." Jiang Niannian said. Although her son is very good, his opponent is the male protagonist.

"Are you worried about me?"

She smiled and rubbed his head: "If I'm not worried, who else can you worry about?"

Yin Buqi bent down slightly, rubbed her soft palm affectionately, and said, "Don't worry, Nian Nian, I won't lose."

Jiang Niannian didn't want to refute her son's confidence, so she agreed with him and said, "I know, it's best if we don't give up."

Yin Buqi raised the corners of his lips slightly and jumped onto the stage.

Yin Buqi's skin was a beautiful cold white, and his red and black outfit shone brightly under the scorching sun, making his flawless white jade face look even more cold and eccentric. His red eyes were filled with shadows, as fascinating as poppies.

There was another round of exclamations from the audience.

When Yin Ci saw the newcomer, he frowned slightly, showing impatience, and said, "It's a waste of time to fight with a nobody like you. Draw your sword."

Yin Buqi smiled coldly. His younger brother was really spoiled and looked down on others.

Swords were unsheathed and the two sides engaged in battle.

The swords started to move, the two swords met, and a sudden gust of wind appeared! The two sword shadows moved smoothly in the air, creating streaks of white light.

Jiang Niannian was watching from the audience with his blood boiling. He looked calm but in his heart he was shouting, "Baby! Go! Yes, stab there! Mommy has prepared a 40-meter-long sword for you! Go! Cut him!"

"Hey, who do you think will win?"

"It is the young master Yin Ci from Ri Mu. He became famous in one battle at a young age. There are countless people of the same age who challenged him, but no one could defeat him. Even if he were placed in the entire human world, he would be the best."

"But I think Yin Buqi seems to have the upper hand. Let's make a bet. I bet on Yin Buqi."

"Let's bet!" Another person rolled up his sleeves and placed a hundred spirit stones on the table: "I bet on Yin Ci. Young Master Yin can't lose!"

The people at the back became interested and came forward to place their bets, but they did not dare to bet too much and only took out a few dozen or a few hundred spirit stones.

Nine out of ten people picked Yin's words, and only a few picked Yin and refused to give up.

Jiang Niannian was unhappy. She couldn't bear to see others say that her child was incompetent. She took out a thousand spirit stones and put them on the table: "I bet on Yin not to give up."

One person advised: "Girl, this is too much. What if..."

Jiang Niannian interrupted him: "Nothing will happen. I believe him."

At this time, a pair of pretty hands placed 10,000 spirit stones on the table, and a clear male voice came from the crowd: "10,000 spirit stones, bet on Yin."

Jiang Niannian raised her eyes and saw that it was Zhao Anming.

He smiled and said, "Fairy, long time no see, you really didn't lie to me."

"What are you doing?!" Although she was not sure that her son would win, she still had to save his face. But Zhao Anming threw down 10,000 spirit stones for no reason...

This time it was Jiang Niannian's turn to persuade him: "Hurry up and put it away. These ten thousand spirit stones are not a small amount."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Anming waved his folding fan and said, "Don't worry, even if I lose, it's worth it to make the fairy happy. What's more, this money is just the tip of the iceberg for me."

Jiang Niannian's mouth twitched. If I can't adapt to the local climate, I'll adapt to you. It's not a big deal to be rich. She asked, "How have you been these years?"

Zhao Anming's smile suddenly froze, and he looked a little lonely. He sighed, "That's how it was. After my father left, everything fell on me alone. Suddenly, I figured out a lot of things."

"Your father...is dead?"

"Well, he's been dead for many years."

Jiang Niannian was startled. Is he still dead?

From the stage came the dull sound of a sword hitting the ground.

I heard bursts of exclamations.

"Oh my God! How could Yin Ci lose? I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

"Accept your fate. The audience has sharp eyes. They clearly saw Yin Buqi use a beautiful and weird combo to knock down Yin Ci's sword!"

"Master Yin, who has never lost, actually lost. I can't accept this! My spirit stones! My three hundred spirit stones!"

Jiang Niannian suddenly looked towards the stage...Zi Zi won? !

On the stage, Yin Ci was stabbed in the right arm by a sword and lost his strength. He knelt on the ground, supported by the sword.

Too fast, too fast! This guy's swordsmanship is too fast!

Each sword strike was so perfect and neat that he couldn't find any flaws at all. He also clearly felt that the man didn't use his full strength!

Yin Ci panted, his chest heaving violently, but he said to Yin Buqi unwillingly: "I admit that you are strong, but one day, I will defeat you!"

"Oh? Really?" Yin Buqi's tone was indifferent, with a hint of laziness and mockery, which made people subconsciously feel a chill down their spine.

Then, he looked down at Yin Ci and smiled coldly: "Yin will not give up, wait with your head raised."