Hua Yanyue looked at his back and raised her hand to touch her earlobe in confusion.
Why do I feel like something's wrong?
It seems I have to be gentler next time.
Not very resistant to beatings.
When Lu Wenfeng saw this, he couldn't help but lower his head and hold his forehead.
This stupid boy didn't even realize how many times he had been outmaneuvered by others.
After walking out of the crowd, Lu Yiming squatted under a tree and finally couldn't help crying with his head in his hands.
"Wuwuwu... This is too much of a bully. You can knock me down with one move, but you still make me run around for a few rounds. Wuwu..."
"Junior Sister Hua is going too far... wuwuwu..."
Lin Feng and Lu Yichan, who were chasing Lu Yiming, felt a little headache when they saw this scene.
"Well...brother, don't cry. It's not a big deal. Victory and defeat are common in the military, right?" Lu Yichan scratched his head and tried to comfort him.
To be honest, this was the first time he saw his brother cry after being beaten.
In the past, he always beat people until they cried.
That's the bad thing about her brother: he likes to cry when he's sad.
She is not as good as Yiyi. Yiyi has never cried at this age.
"Yes, senior brother, it's not a big deal. At worst, you can win it back next time." Lin Feng also squatted down and comforted him.
"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen. This is too bullying, woooo..." Lu Yiming covered his ears and continued to howl.
Lu Yichan and Lin Feng quickly moved closer, squatted beside him and continued to comfort him, with bitter looks on their faces.
After every game, Hua Yanyue was undoubtedly in first place, and she could defeat her opponent with just one move almost every time.
Gradually, no one dared to come up and challenge him, and he instantly gained the admiring gazes of countless disciples.
"Since no one is challenging me, I will declare that the first place winner this time is Hua Yanyue from the First Sect. According to the convention of previous years, do you also want to challenge the Immortal Master Qinglian?" Yi Rong said.
"Yes." Hua Yanyue said firmly.
He knew that if he could hold onto his weapon when his master drew his sword, he would win.
That way, he will be the well-deserved number one.
Only then will my identity be worthy of the name of Master's disciple.
"Okay, according to the old calendar, as long as you can hold the weapon in your hand when the Immortal Qinglian draws out his sword, you win." After Yi Rong finished speaking, he turned around and sat back.
Everyone stared at him intently, holding their breath, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
Shen Yushu looked up at the person on the stage. He had changed from his usual elegant clothes into a dark red brocade dress. He had a handsome and tall figure, and a beautiful face. The coldness between his eyebrows added a hint of coldness.
In a blink of an eye, the moon has become so big.
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