When the attack failed again, the anger could no longer be suppressed.
"Shen Qingyi! Is all you can do is hide?! If you have the guts, come out! Fight me head-on! Shen Qingyi!"
"Shen Qingyi! Aren't you a genius disciple of the Lingdao Sect? How come you're even afraid of a mere casual cultivator like me?! Doesn't everyone say you're a child of destiny? With incredible water spirit roots and a prodigy with formidable attack power?!"
"Is your only skill the ability to dodge? If you have the ability, then come out! Shen Qingyi! Shen Qingyi! Ah!"
Shen Qingyi was not at all moved by Cong Hong's angry roar.
She won't take any such provocation.
Another stick fell on Cong Hong's leg. Cong Hong felt pain and her ankle was under pressure, so she fell to the ground again.
The thorny vines and water needles that were not swung out were turned back on the palms and arms, and some venom seeped into the punctured wounds.
The pain was like being burned by fire, and Cong Hong couldn't help but scream.
"Shen Qingyi!"
Cong Hong's mentality was a little exploded. At this moment, besides being filled with anger, she was also filled with countless resentments.
A pair of eyes became even redder.
Some monks couldn't help but shake their heads slightly after seeing this.
"You are so impatient and impatient. You need to polish your future path!"
"Your words are nice to hear! Who doesn't have a little bit of emotional instability? When facing Shen Qingyi, with her speed, she can't even find anyone! What are you hitting? The air? There's no place to display all your skills. Who wouldn't be depressed when facing her?! I don't believe you can always maintain a calm state of mind!"
"That's right! With that degree of power, who can attack us?"
The spiritual power in Cong Hong's body was consumed bit by bit.
Looking at Cong Hong who was already somewhat manic and crazy, Shen Qingyi stopped dodging and swung the Zhusheng Sword in his hand fiercely.
The whistling sound of wind came from behind Cong Hong, and it was too late to dodge.
"Bang!"
The moment the figure fell onto the stage, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Although they sympathized with Cong Hong, some disciples also saw the venom on Cong Hong's weapon.
This is the world of immortal cultivation, where the strong are respected and the winner is king.
After Shen Qingyi increased his speed, the battle on the ring almost took a big turn.
It was almost Shen Qingyi who unilaterally suppressed Cong Hong.
And this unilateral suppression finally ended at this moment.
Qi Hong was helped out of the fighting area by his good friend.
I couldn't help but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood in the middle.
Some were injured, and some were angry.
Shen Qingyi took the victory points and returned to his seat.
When meditating and practicing, I could also feel that resentful gaze.
In the following points-grabbing competition, Shen Qingyi won two more games.
But he also suffered some injuries.
When a new round started, the first arena appeared above the wooden stick in his hand, and when the 20th round came, Shen Qingyi couldn't help but look at the big light screen in the center.
"First Arena, 20 matches. Shen Qingyi from Luohong Hall, Tianshui Peak, Lingdao Sect, versus Wu Yadan from Xihua Hall, Luyun Peak."
In this match, she faced Wu Yada, who had already used up two chances of rebirth.
The first time I met Mo Jiuxiao was at Huadi Peak, and the second time I met Mo Lin at Chaoyang Peak.
She met two contestants with explosive offensive power who were expected to compete for the top five, and both of them lost.
Now she only has one last chance.
This opportunity must not be lost!
Otherwise, she wouldn't even be able to make it into the top 100 in the sect competition!
She can't afford to lose face!
But when Wu Yada saw the three words "Shen Qingyi" on the light screen, her eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
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