"Little Grass—" Yan Wu trembled slightly. The moment he was struck by lightning, Yan Wu spat out a mouthful of blood, and his clothes became tattered.
However, his spiritual energy increased dramatically.
The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed.
The rain fell, repairing Yan Wu's severely injured body.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you." Ning Xiaocao gripped the stick tightly. "Hurry up and circulate your spiritual energy." Once he consolidates his cultivation, these people won't dare to attack him anymore.
"I don't need it, you should leave now," Yan Wu said through gritted teeth. His body could still hold on.
He liked the little grass because he wanted to protect it and take care of it, not because he wanted it to stand in his way. "Go away."
"Shut up, don't make a fuss. If you keep arguing, I'll never talk to you again," Ning Xiaocao said, frowning. "Besides, I don't have any spots, so this is a good opportunity to test my abilities."
Although she was accepted as a disciple by Changxu, she was not recorded in the disciple records of the Hengshan Sect.
So even if she is strong enough, she will not get any spots.
"Girl, you're just trying to use a stick against our real swords."
Someone sneered, "Isn't that a bit of wishful thinking?"
"I've always thought that cultivators should be full of justice, but isn't it a bit too much for you to take advantage of people's weakness to launch a sneak attack?"
"It's a law of the jungle, and besides, who said we were planning to ambush him?"
Another person spoke up. They were planning to beat him up openly and honestly.
"Of course you won't admit to such a thing."
It's so shameless to say something like this.
These people claim to be from reputable families, so how could they do such despicable things?
Of course, not everyone did this; quite a few disciples stood in the corner, waiting for Yan Wu to leave.
He has now successfully survived the tribulation and is at the Nascent Soul stage.
Naturally, he could no longer participate in this competition.
"That's enough, don't go too far."
So many elders are watching from up there.
Some people hesitated.
"Can unrelated people be allowed into the competition?"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted out these words.
"That's right, girl, you should leave here right now."
“I can leave right away. Anyway, Yan Wu is no longer qualified to participate in the competition. I’m taking him away now.”
Ning Xiaocao helped Yan Wu up and prepared to leave with him.
Suddenly, someone attacked from behind.
A long sword, accompanied by a sharp wind, attacked.
Ning Xiaocao's ears twitched, and she subconsciously raised the stick in her hand to block it.
With a cracking sound, the stick in Ning Xiaocao's hand fell to the ground. Luckily, she was quick enough to dodge it.
"You attacked me from behind?"
Ning Xiaocao said, biting her lower lip.
The man didn't answer and continued attacking them.
The wooden stick in Ning Xiaocao's hand broke.
She immediately grabbed Yan Wu's fan-shaped sword to block him.
This was the first time she had ever used a sword.
Every move and stance is like wielding a stick.
It's just that the sword is quite sharp.
The powerful, resounding sound made her a little nervous during the fight.
Yan Wu's sword was made of black iron.
It was far superior to ordinary weapons; in no time, it sent the attacker flying.
The man thrashed about on the ground twice before fainting, and then a wisp of black energy emanated from his body.
"Something's up."
The elders on the field changed their expressions drastically upon seeing this scene.
What happened?
What's going on? Why is black smoke coming out of his body?
"There's something wrong with these monks."
One person shouted.
No wonder these people behaved so strangely.
Although some cultivators might be jealous of Yan Wu's advancement to the Nascent Soul stage and want to destroy him, not so many people would want to destroy him.
"Your disciple has been controlled by something else."
The elder of the Hengshan Sect snorted coldly, "Aren't you going to go and take a look?"
He jumped down again.
They entered the arena.
With a flick of his sleeve, he sent all the cultivators who were besieging Yan Wu flying.
As the elder of the Yokoyama Sect entered the arena, several other elders from various sects followed.
Sure enough, several of their disciples were tainted with heavy demonic energy.
Their grand competition was unexpectedly disrupted by members of the Demonic Sect.
When and where did they attack them?
"master?"
Mo Lan followed her down.
What happened?
"It's nothing, why did you come down too?"
"I saw her come down, so I followed her over to take a look."
Mo Lan looked at Ning Xiaocao, who was holding Yan Wu's sword and standing beside Yan Wu.
I looked around cautiously.
She had originally intended to take him away from the competition. But seeing that her brother had also arrived, she suddenly felt more confident.
With her brother around, she wasn't afraid of anything.
Chaos erupted on the field.
Now that these cultivators knew of the existence of the demon race, the demons no longer hid it.
They directly manipulated the cultivators on the field to kill each other.
Even a few demons broke into the arena.
They harbored deep hatred for upright monks.
Kill as many as you can.
Long Lin looked at Xiao Cao protecting Yan Wu, his face extremely grim.
Xiaocao has always been like this; she is very protective of the people she cares about.
Back then, when he was bullied because of the dragon scales on his body, she stood in front of him to protect him.
He would never let others bully him easily.
Several times, even at such a young age, she got into fights with people, leaving herself covered in bruises, but she managed to force the other person to change their tune and never call her a monster again.
Actually, he didn't mind.
He was already used to being insulted by others, so he didn't care about them at all. What he cared more about was Xiaocao's protection of him. He liked the way Xiaocao cared about him.
However, the little grass—now it's protecting others.
It wasn't him—
She stood before another man, wholeheartedly protecting him, without even giving him a glance? Does this mean that with this man in her heart, she—no longer cares about herself?
It seems like he hasn't really looked at the grass in a long time.
The grass is actually quite beautiful.
She didn't care about dressing up, unlike other fairies. Her long hair was simply tied back with an ordinary red ribbon, and she wore a plain blue dress.
It's the exact same style as Hong Zege's.
However, her inherent charisma made her stand out even in the simplest of clothes.
Long Lin wielded his sword, fiercely repelling those who attacked him. Those who were knocked unconscious emitted a wisp of black energy. As a descendant of the Golden Dragon, possessing the purest Yang bloodline, this black energy vanished without a trace upon contact with him.
However, his eyes remained fixed on Ning Xiaocao.
He didn't want any other men to appear in Ning Xiaocao's life—
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