Her cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi Refining was extremely conspicuous among the contestants who were all at the Foundation Establishment stage, like a lamb falling into a pack of wolves.
She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and her gaze swept over her fellow disciples.
Soon, a Tianyan Sect disciple at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment understood and leaped onto the arena, giving Yun Wan'er a simple and honest smile that said, "Junior Sister, don't worry."
"Junior Sister Wan'er, please enlighten me!"
Yun Wan'er gracefully stepped onto the stage, and the two exchanged a couple of symbolic moves. Then, the disciple from the Tianyan Sect tripped over his own feet and cried out "Ouch!" as he threw himself off the edge of the arena in an extremely exaggerated manner.
"Thump."
His landing posture was standard, and he even had a pained expression that said, "I tried my best."
The referee waved the flag expressionlessly: "The winner is Yun Wan'er from the Tianyan Sect."
The audience fell into a deathly silence, followed by barely suppressed boos and curses.
Yun Wan'er stood on the arena, ignoring the harsh boos.
She composed herself, straightened her skirt, and glanced at the angry, distorted faces below the stage, a cold smile playing on her lips.
Oh.
Having a senior brother to protect her is her skill. What, you bunch of pathetic creatures, don't you even have a senior brother to help you out?
Pei Lang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he watched from below the stage. He suddenly turned his head, wanting to complain to Shen Zhaozhao, who had just returned from outside the city: "No, did you see that?! Is there anyone more disgusting than that Yun Wan'er?!"
Pei Lang's words caught in his throat.
Who's next to him?
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