Chapter 73 Demon Phoenix Bloodline
At this moment, Yu Qianling, supporting himself with his spear, knelt on one knee on the arena with his head bowed. Qing Yu's eyes revealed a mocking smile, and he couldn't help but feel a little smug.
No matter how strong she is, isn't she kneeling at his feet now?
The magic he used was based on the negative emotions in people's hearts, which allowed him to weave this illusory realm.
At this moment, Qingyu also became very curious, and he suddenly wanted to peek into it.
Remembering Lan Yu's example, Shui Yun had repeatedly warned him not to casually enter the illusion with his divine sense again, so he could only suppress that thought, fearing that he would end up like Lan Yu, a fool.
"Third Senior Sister is not in good condition!" Cen Feng had never seen her like this before, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.
At this moment, Nan Muyin also frowned, "Don't rush..."
Actually, he wasn't sure either. Although this girl was usually carefree, she was exceptionally sensitive and thoughtful, and it seemed that she had a lot on her mind.
Du Jiaoxi: "Oh dear, it seems her defeat is inevitable. I didn't expect that arrogant Qingyu would actually have some skills. I really underestimated him before."
"Hmph, a bunch of sissies playing music and singing, I just want to punch them." Shi Yi was also a martial arts practitioner, so he naturally couldn't stand this kind of flashy attack method. He felt that men should compete fairly and squarely.
On the arena, the eerie sound of the flute continued to play, and Yu Qianling remained motionless, looking extremely pained.
Seeing this, Qingyu didn't want to torture her too much, so she removed the lotus magic weapon and walked towards her, intending to give her one last blow and end the battle.
"Third Senior Sister..." Ye Luo clenched her fists upon seeing this. At this moment, Jun Yi, who was in her arms, peeked out and looked for a while before exclaiming in surprise, "Oh, I see."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Ye Luo asked, puzzled.
"It seems that the demonic phoenix bloodline within her has fully awakened."
"Holy crap, no way?!"
Because Jun Yi is a dragon, he has a stronger sense of the bloodline of beasts. He can feel that the power contained in Yu Qianling's body is gradually rising.
Suddenly, Yu Qianling on the stage shone brightly with red light, and a powerful burst of spiritual energy erupted, making the surrounding air seem to become scorching hot.
Caught off guard, Qingyu was thrown back by gusts of air. She spun around in mid-air to regain her balance and was about to summon the lotus magic weapon again to defend herself, but it was too late.
At that moment, a red figure suddenly flashed in front of her. Qingyu felt her breath catch in her throat as a hand gripped her neck tightly, instantly taking away all her breath.
"Are you courting death?!" At this moment, Yu Qianling's eyes were bloodshot, and runes seemed to surge within his pupils. A few strands of red hair were mixed in with his loose black hair, making him look much more eerie.
"Let go..." Qingyu was being choked and began to struggle desperately.
Yu Qianling's murderous intent remained undiminished, as if she had not yet emerged from the illusion, and the spiritual power in her hand gripping his throat intensified.
Just as Qingyu was about to lose consciousness, the host, Feng Shen, suddenly intervened and said in a deep voice, "Calm down!"
The crowd seemed to notice that something was wrong with her, and they snapped out of their shock and began to whisper among themselves.
Yu Qianling suddenly met Ming Cang's concerned gaze, suppressed the rage in her heart, and released her grip on his neck. "Did I win?"
Feng Shen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and nodded. "You won."
After saying that, Yu Qianling leaped off the stage, but instead of returning to the preparation area, she walked straight out of the arena with a sullen face.
"Third Senior Sister!"
The people from Peach Blossom Valley wanted to give chase, but Nan Muyin stood up and stopped them, saying, "You all stay here. My master and I will go see her first."
"oh."
Yu Qianling strode to a secluded spot and suddenly punched the rock in front of her. With a loud bang, the rock shattered, but even this seemed unable to vent the grief and anger in her heart.
She remembered.
The vague memories from her childhood flooded her mind, piecing together bloody scenes from those fragments.
"Father, Mother..."
"Xiao Ling." At this moment, Ming Cang and Nan Muyin arrived and stood behind her, looking at her with concern.
In fact, Ming Cang had known something about Yu Qianling's situation before, but he didn't expect her to suddenly awaken.
"Master!" Yu Qianling's eyes reddened as she hugged Ming Cang and cried sadly, "I remember now, perhaps my parents are no longer here..."
"Sigh..." Ming Cang gently patted her shoulder, and after thinking for a long time, asked again, "So what are your plans now?"
"I wanted to find them, but..." But she was too young at the time, and only had vague fragments of memory, so she had no way of finding them.
Nan Muyin: "Third Junior Sister, now that things are looking promising, there's no need to rush. We can find out more information after the competition ends."
"Hmm!" Yu Qianling wiped away her tears and returned to the arena with Ming Cang and the other person. Everyone looked at her curiously.
Ye Luo looked at her strands of red hair, which did look quite alluring and eye-catching, but it suited her flamboyant personality.
Seeing that she was in low spirits, no one dared to disturb her. Instead, they all absentmindedly discussed the battle situation, trying to ease the strange atmosphere.
As the battle on the arena ended, Yu Xuan defeated the disciple of the Myriad Swords Sect. His gaze unconsciously drifted to Yu Qianling, and seeing that she seemed to have returned to normal, he felt inexplicably relieved and murmured:
"I don't want to lose an opponent..."
At this moment, Feng Yue, shrouded in black robes, saw that Yu Qianling was still in a daze, so he took out a wine pouch from his storage bag and said, "Third, Third Senior Sister... do you want to drink? I've been carrying one for you all along."
"..."
Everyone stared at him speechlessly. Was he trying to make things even more chaotic?
Looking at everyone's expressions, Yu Qianling suddenly smiled with relief. No matter what, at least she still had them.
"Drink! After I win the championship, we'll drink to our hearts' content!" Yu Qianling grabbed the wine flask, tilted his head back, and gulped down a few mouthfuls. "Delicious!"
"We absolutely have to win the championship, hahaha!"
"Third Senior Sister, my whole roasted lamb is all up to you!" Cen Feng seemed to have regained his energy and started shouting excitedly.
Du Jiaoxi, who was about to go on stage to compete, was speechless as she listened to their words. She looked at Shi Yi opposite her and said jokingly, "Hey, hey, they're blatantly looking down on us."
Shi Yi: "So?"
Du Jiaoxi's eyes gleamed, and she secretly transmitted her voice, "Anyway, it's pointless for us to fight. The championship battle will definitely be between the two of them. How about you give me a three-point handicap?"
"Three points? Why should I give them to you?" Shi Yi scoffed.
"One point is worth 10,000 spirit stones, and I'll give you 30,000 after the competition, how about that?" Du Jiaoxi added, "This is also your master's idea. Our Qingyue Sect just wants to squeeze into the top ten and get a qualification to enter the Star Abyss Secret Realm."
"Oh?" Shi Yi looked at his master on the stage and saw him give him a look. He was speechless.
Is this blatant match-fixing?
Shi Yi frowned for a moment, then coughed lightly and transmitted his voice, "It's not impossible, but we'll have to add another 20,000!"
Du Jiaoxi's lips twitched, she cursed inwardly a few times, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Fine!"
"Okay!"
At this moment, the two secretly communicated with each other. As Feng Shen announced the start of the match, the two began to fight in a pre-arranged manner, following the moves they had discussed beforehand.
The talismans and magical treasures clashed together, dazzling the eyes and making it seem like a fierce battle, but in reality, the two were just going through the motions.
On the high platform, Alliance Leader Mu Tai watched the match between the two, but he was furious. Helpless, he could only turn a blind eye, since such things had always happened and there was nothing he could do about it.
As the match-fixing continued on stage, the two's performance was nearing its end. Du Jiaoxi transmitted her voice to him, "Alright, I'm going to kick you off the stage!"
Upon hearing this, Shi Yi deliberately dodged and walked towards the edge of the stage. Du Jiaoxi's eyes revealed a cunning look. She bent down and rushed forward, raising her foot and kicking him hard in the groin.
"Damn it!" Shi Yi winced in pain, his forehead veins bulging as he pointed at Du Jiaoxi, stammering for a long time without being able to speak.
"Oops, sorry, my mistake!"
The spectators gasped, looking at Shi Yi with pity, before bursting into laughter.
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