Xiao Ning looked at the two people on the stage, not knowing who to side with for a moment, and could only silently raise his right arm and shout "Come on!"
The two seemed to have heard the voice and looked at him.
"Junior brother! I will never let you down."
"Ning'er, I will definitely get that Heart-Nourishing Grass!"
The two of them took a deep breath, as if they had made up their minds. Yun Yao held the sword in front of her chest, ready to fight for the last time. Qing Ge also used all his strength in tacit understanding, silently reciting the sword formula.
Yun Yao's sword glowed green and stabbed at Qing Ge at an extremely fast speed. Then she used her unique skill - "Nine Heaven Sword Art: Flying Flowers Chasing the Moon". For a moment, the air seemed to be filled with petals, beautiful and dangerous.
Yun Yao did not retreat. She also waved the sword vigorously and muttered something to herself.
"Snow and frost~"
The temperature around suddenly dropped, and it seemed as if snowflakes were falling from the sky, lingering in the air with Yunyao's petals. For a moment, it was like stepping into a fairyland on earth, so beautiful.
While the audience was still immersed in the beautiful sight of flowers and snow, the two people on the stage had already staggered their positions.
Yun Yao leaned forward slightly, and soon her body fell down slightly. Qing Ge hurried forward to hug her to prevent her from falling to the ground.
Xiao Ning came over from the stands to check and hugged Yun Yao. He looked at Qing Ge.
"Qingge, thank you for showing mercy!"
Qing Ge smiled, then stood up and left the ring.
"This competition was won by Qing Ge from Yao Chi Holy Land!"
After hearing the referee's shout, the audience slowly reacted and the whole place was immediately excited! The cheers were endless.
Lei Wanshan and Yue Yunfen exclaimed in amazement. It was truly rare for a Jindan to defeat a Yuanying. They all congratulated Leng Qingqiu.
"Wow, a hero is born young! The Saint will definitely become the leader of our righteous path in the future!"
"Yes! Yes! With such ability, she is worthy of being the Saint of Yao Chi!"
Leng Qingqiu smiled and nodded in response. The referee in the audience was also very excited. His voice was like a summer thunderstorm, deafening: "The final will begin in half an hour! Lin Fan from the Shenxiao Sect will compete against Qing Ge from the Yaochi Holy Land! Who will be the first place this time? Let's wait and see!"
The whole place was boiling with excitement, and some people had already started betting. Who would win the championship? People came one after another, and some people even invested all their wealth in it. (Gambling is harmful)
Xiao Ning brought Yun Yao to Bai Ziyun's side. The master said that she just fainted from exhaustion and was fine. He then rested Yun Yao's head on his thigh and let her rest well.
Time passed quickly, and the finals were about to begin. Lin Fan and Qing Ge stood on each side of the ring.
Lin Fan looked at the woman opposite him. She was extremely beautiful. Although he couldn't see her face, she must be very good. Lin Fan thought he had seen countless women. This beauty was definitely the best!
He spoke to Qing Ge in a lewd manner.
"Senior sister from Yao Chi, my name is Lin Fan, let's get to know each other! If you are afraid of pain, I will show mercy!"
Qing Ge looked at him expressionlessly, and then said, "I won't show mercy."
Seeing that the person on the other side didn't treat him well, Lin Fan curled his lips, decided not to make trouble for himself, and started to prepare.
The referee shouted "start" and the game began.
Lin Fan took out his dagger and began to test the opponent, while Qing Ge did not rush to attack. After testing each other for a while, they retreated.
Lin Fan carefully observed his surroundings, then suddenly dodged and flew into the air, spinning two and a half circles, and stabbed with a knife. Just as he was about to stab Qing Ge's body, his right arm was entangled by the soft sword, and Qing Ge twisted her arm and tore his sleeve.
Lin Fan stopped in pain and stepped back. His arms were covered with sword wounds, and the blood was flowing out, which was very scary. Anger appeared in Lin Fan's eyes. He tore off the corner of his clothes to bandage his arm, and began to wait for an opportunity to move.
But every attack was skillfully blocked by Qing Ge, and he himself was injured. Now Lin Fan was already panting with exhaustion, while the opponent was still calm.
Tan Taifeng asked him to calm down, but he couldn't listen to a word. Being humiliated by a woman was the most unbearable thing for him. The first time was Sikong Xue, but he got revenge and the woman died. It was impossible for him to experience that feeling again!
He asked Tan Taifeng to take over again but was rejected. He had already attracted the attention of others last time. If he was caught this time, it is very likely that both of them would be in trouble. What he did back then did not leave him with a good reputation.
Lin Fan shouted at Qing Ge at the top of his lungs. He had lost his composure now. He fought hard and stabbed the opponent with both hands.
But Qing Ge dodged it easily. Seeing that Lin Fan had already reached the end of his strength, she did not hold back. Her sword was like a long snake, firmly locking his outstretched arm, then she jumped up, picked him up, threw him heavily to the ground, and kicked him in the face.
Lin Fan was stunned by the sudden kick. Just as he was about to stand up, his brain suddenly crashed and he passed out, unconscious...
The referee saw Lin Fan fall to the ground and counted silently in his mind. Then he made the announcement.
"The champion of this three-sect competition is Qing Ge from Yao Chi Holy Land!"
The whole audience was boiling, some were happy, some were depressed. I guess the depressed people bet on Lin Fan! Someone in the audience even shouted
"The Saint is so powerful! The Saint is my goddess!"
“Yeah!”
A sister named Yao Chi behind Leng Qingqiu also shouted, but was glared back by Leng Qingqiu and shut up silently.
The competition finally ended, Qing Ge slowly stepped onto the podium, where Lei Wanshan and others presented her with the award.
"Congratulations, nephew Qingge! This is a hundred-year-old Yangxin grass and a mid-grade magic weapon. Keep it!"
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