The people in the stands were also whispering, what kind of beast is this Yunqi! This little kid, who is only a few years old, is already at the Spirit King stage. They must be dreaming!
Someone who was very familiar with the place went to look for the disciples of Guangyun Sect, but came back with a shocked look on his face.
The people next to him asked what was going on. Could this really be a baby?
The man had a sad face and nodded very reluctantly. He didn't want to admit this fact!
A group of people were petrified...
On the stage
The referee saw that the two men were in position, stepped back to the edge of the ring, and signaled that they could begin.
The young man encouraged himself and introduced himself first, "Yang Mo from Dansheng Pavilion, please give me your guidance."
"Ye Xin of Guangyun Sect, please give me your guidance."
A clear and loud voice sounded, and Yang Mo was a little nervous.
He didn't think the little girl in front of him was just a vase. Anyone who could come to this stage had to have gone through battles to get here.
Now that they're facing each other, he won't show mercy.
Yang Mo let out a light breath and summoned his own magical weapon.
Seeing that the person opposite him had no intention of taking out his magic weapon, Yang Mo gave him a questioning look.
Ye Xin took out a flying sword, and the sharp tip of the sword drew a sword mark on the ground.
Yang Mo withdrew his gaze, raised the weapon in his hand, and with a humming sound, he rushed up into the sky with a strong fighting spirit.
The disciples of Dansheng Pavilion shouted even louder. Their senior brother Yang Mo was a genius in the inner sect, and he wielded the silver spear with great power.
No matter how powerful the opponent is, no one has been able to defeat their senior brothers so far.
Ye Xin held the sword in front of him, looking so casual and lazy that Yang Mo felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
This was the first time someone was unaffected by his Wind Silver Spear. It seemed that the person opposite was a tough opponent.
Yang Mo took the lead in attacking, swung his spear, and rushed straight towards the opposite side with the sharp breath of wind element.
He must win with one strike and not give the opponent a chance to breathe.
The spear whizzed towards him, and Ye Xin reacted a little.
She raised her hand, drew a circle in the air, and threw the sword in. She was also ready to win with one move. What's the point of dragging it out?
Yang Mo didn't understand why the person opposite him was so calm. Even when the gun was pointed at his face, he still stood there motionless.
But after a moment, he understood.
The sword that had just disappeared appeared from behind him at some point, and hit him directly on the butt, knocking him away and continuing to fly towards Feng Yinqiang.
The Wind Silver Spear fought with the sword in the air, but it was obviously no match for the sword and was beaten badly by the sword.
The long sword split into another sword, and the two swords attacked the spear from the front and the back.
Feng Yinqiang was angry. It had never suffered such an injustice before. It swung the spear horizontally to escape the beating of the two swords.
The spear stood in mid-air, and several wind blades condensed and formed at the tip of the spear. Two of them went towards the long sword, and one went towards Ye Xin.
The long sword paused for a moment, chopped off all three wind blades, and hit the Wind Silver Spear even harder.
Yang Mo couldn't bear to look at the miserable scene.
He endured the pain and called back the Wind Silver Spear, cast a Gale Technique on himself, and with a flash of his body, he was one step away from Ye Xin in a breath.
His hands were not idle either. He cast a whirlwind and headed towards Ye Xin.
Ye Xin moved and came behind Yang Mo.
He stood in the air and kicked Yang Mo out again, this time directly kicking him out of the ring.
Ye Xin looked at the long sword in the air with disdain, "Why are you so hesitant? You're still playing there for so long."
Yang Mo was still in a daze, not understanding how he ended up on the stage. Then he heard Ye Xin's words and spat out a mouthful of blood.
This guy is so bullying! He fought with all his might, and you didn't even try. Are all of you geniuses so peculiar?
The long sword felt wronged. Who knew that the gun would look down on it so much? It actually dared to shoot a cold arrow in front of it. If it didn't beat it up, it would be hard to vent its anger!
With a slight sound, the referee typed Ye Xin's name into the jade above the ring.
Ye Xin took a glance and saw that there were already two or three names on the list. It seemed that some people, like her, chose to end the battle quickly.
Walking in front of Yang Mo, Ye Xin said softly, "Thank you."
Then he left the ring without any regrets. My brother’s side should be almost finished too!
Yang Mo choked for a long time, secretly hating himself for underestimating the enemy.
Taoist Qingmeng withdrew her gaze and loosened her clenched hands. She was really worried about Xiaobao just now.
She had heard of Yang Mo. At the age of twenty, he had already reached the sixth level of Spirit King and was also a Xuan-level alchemist. He was a well-known genius in Dansheng Pavilion.
When she first saw it, she was amazed at Xiaobao's luck! He faced a tough opponent in the first game, but she didn't expect Xiaobao to win so easily.
Glancing at someone pretending not to see next to him, Daoist Master Qingmeng spread his hands and said, "Give it to me! I told you, you can't beat me."
Taoist Wumao reluctantly took out a hundred Mysterious Spiritual Pearls and said, "This is just good luck. I must win it back next time."
"Okay! I hope you can get what you want once." Qingmeng Daojun glanced at the person opposite with a forced smile. She was too lazy to pay attention to this person. He would always talk about when he won.
As soon as Zi Xun finished the competition, he hurried to his sister's ring and happened to meet Ye Xin who was going to find them.
"Sister, are you hurt anywhere?" Zi Xun looked around nervously, trying to find some details that Ye Xin had overlooked.
Ye Xin cooperated and turned around in a circle, "Brother, I'm fine."
Zi Qi also arrived at this time. He was unlucky. In the first match, he met an opponent who was at the ninth level of the Spirit King. It took him a lot of effort to defeat the opponent.
"How is it? Is my sister okay?"
Zixun shook her head. "It's okay. Xiaobao was very strong in the first match. He even got off the stage before any of us did!"
Zi Qi breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I feel relieved."
Ye Xin looked at the two men with a mixture of laughter and tears, "Brother, I'm really not as fragile as you think. I'm very strong, okay?"
Zixun nodded perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, our Xiaobao is the best."
As he spoke, he took out a jade pendant from the storage space and said, "I forgot to bring this to you. You can't take it out. You must carry it with you at all times."
Zi Xun glared at the reluctant Ye Xin and stopped her from taking off the jade pendant.
Ye Xin was speechless. "Brother, isn't this what my aunt-in-law gave you before? If you give it to me, how will you explain it to my aunt-in-law when you go back?"
Zi Qi gave Ye Xin a slap on the head, "That's not your concern, think about the next game!"
"oh!"
Ye Xin said that he couldn't persuade the two of them, so he had no choice but to go back with them.
Her next match will be in two days, and this time she must show the other two what real strength is.
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