"you!"
Mo Shisheng suddenly stood up from the soft couch, pointing a small finger at Ming Beiya. She was about to say that his features were too stunning to keep him, but that reason was too far-fetched and completely unacceptable...
Looking around, several of the people choosing a master are quite good-looking, but none are as stunning as Ming Beiya. If Ming Beiya is eliminated... then wouldn't all these people have no reason to continue standing on the stage?
Mo Shisheng was torn for a moment, extremely distressed. Finally, as if making a momentous decision, she stared intently at Ming Beiya with her captivating peach blossom eyes, "Stay here! You're qualified!"
Mo Shisheng's answer seemed to be exactly what Ming Beiya had expected. When he heard Mo Shisheng ask him to stay, Ming Beiya smiled slightly, and the light in his eyes deepened.
Seeing that Ming Beiya seemed completely unfazed and even thought that Mo Shisheng's answer was exactly what he expected, Mo Shisheng was furious. She gritted her teeth and could only suppress her anger.
"Round Two: It's all about skill!"
Mo Shisheng pursed her lips tightly and announced the second rule.
Upon hearing the second rule, Ming Beiya raised an eyebrow. Not bad, Ah Sheng, you're actually trying to outsmart me.
After a series of matches, without a doubt, only Ming Beiya, another fair-skinned young man, and an older cultivator remained on the arena, who all seemed to possess a somewhat otherworldly air.
He grabbed the fair-skinned youth and the otherworldly-looking cultivator and pushed them off the edge of the arena. Seeing the two being pushed off by Ming Beiya, Mo Shisheng quickly stood up and announced, "The last person remaining on the arena is eliminated, the rest..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ming Beiya grabbed the nearest person, pulled up the ethereal cultivator, threw him back onto the arena, and then jumped down himself.
Mo Shisheng: "...???"
What kind of crazy move is this?! It's breathtaking!!
Qi Muxiao: "..."
Is it really possible to play like this?
Nan Xiao: "..."
Yes, he knew it. How could Ming Beiya be eliminated so easily?
Ming Beiya stood below the arena with the fair-skinned young man. He slightly raised his face and met Mo Shisheng's gaze. "Princess, this is the third and final round."
"..."
Mo Shisheng gritted her teeth, a stiff smile on her delicate, youthful face. She hadn't announced the winner or loser at the beginning because she wanted to keep this trick up her sleeve.
Because she didn't know Ming Beiya's strength, she thought that if Ming Beiya won, she would be eliminated; if Ming Beiya lost, that would be just right.
But she clearly saw Ming Beiya throw those two off the arena, leaving them no room to maneuver. Yet, before the cultivator even touched the ground, he was pulled up.
This is breathtaking!
Mo Shisheng was utterly impressed!
"Cultivators eliminated, proceed to the third round!"
Mo Shisheng gritted her teeth and announced the result, her eyes like sharp blades falling on Ming Beiya, as if she wanted to cut flesh off him!
Cultivator: "...??"
what happened??
Although he knew he would be eliminated, wasn't he just about to fall off the stage? He clearly heard that those who fell off the stage could stay, so how did he end up on the stage again?
What's going on here?!
The cultivator looked regretful. Everyone knew that this princess was the emperor's favorite. If he became her master, his status would be guaranteed. But now he had clearly missed out on that position!
How hateful! Young people these days are so wicked!
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