Ji Mofan stood there, holding his sword without moving, but Nan Xun clearly saw the slight upturn of the other's lips after receiving his gaze.
He instinctively tried to jump out of the cauldron, but Ji Mofan reacted faster. He swiftly swung the longsword in his right hand, and a sword aura flew past his head.
He was forced to shrink back into the cauldron, and in the instant he bent over, he saw Ji Mofan raise his left hand.
A flash of icy blue light disappeared in his palm.
The spiritual energy rays winding across the ground suddenly transformed into starlight and scattered. The half-constructed array was erased by the caster himself, without any sign of backlash against its master.
A bad feeling surged to its peak at this moment.
Ji Mo Fan was never writing an attack formation from the very beginning!
But by the time he figured it all out, it was too late to escape from the cauldron.
A cold blue flame suddenly shot up from the bottom of the cauldron, and the patterns carved on it finally received the correct signal, shining brightly with exceptional dynamism.
But the flash of light brought Nanxun a chilling feeling.
Ji Mo Fan actually wants to stuff him into a cauldron and refine him into an elixir!
The cold flames instantly spread across his body, and his skin felt a frostbite-like sting. Even inside the cauldron, the fire couldn't be extinguished, and it seemed his eyebrows were about to be burned off—
The sword energy blocking his way suddenly opened a gap at just the right moment.
Ji Mofan watched as Nan Xun ran out of the cauldron, rolling on the ground in a disheveled state. The ice lotus fire enveloping him was extinguished, leaving a wisp of white smoke.
"I concede..." Nan Xun got up from the ground, half-kneeling there, and raised one hand to signal to the referee.
The gap in the sword energy just now was not due to his good luck or Ji Mofan's negligence, but rather a flaw that the other party intentionally created for him.
Ji Mofan only wanted to win the game and had no intention of actually killing anyone.
The referee quickly leaped onto the ring, and others came over to check on Nan Xun's injuries.
Just like in the previous battle with a hundred people, although the fire that was lit and the sword energy that flew around were quite impressive, they actually carefully avoided the opponent's vital points. In this battle, the only thing that was seriously injured was Nan Xun's hair.
His clothes were covered with defensive runes, and he had a mask to protect his face. Only his hair was exposed, and it was licked and messed up by the flames of the Ice Lotus Fire.
Nan Xun quickly waved his hand, signaling that the Xiaoling Sect disciples who had come to examine him could finish.
The referee then cleared his throat, announcing, "The winner of Group 1 in the semifinals is Chaoming Palace, Jimo Fan!"
At roughly the same time, Fang Xian and Fu Xingle's duel also ended.
"The winner of Group 2 in the semifinals is Changfeng Gu Fangxian!"
Fang Xian probably doesn't care about gender or beauty; whoever he knocks off the stage will end up in a sorry state.
The reason Sister Chaoming was there this morning was because he was in a hurry to speak up for Jimo Fan.
Fu Xingle is now carrying his resentment into the match because he didn't draw the opponent himself.
The female cultivator, who was all pretty before the match, now stood below the arena with her hair completely messed up, and a bunch of broken leaves and twigs stuck in her hair. She was so angry that her face turned red.
"Fang Xian, you can't insult people like this!" No cultivator with such cultivation at such a young age is a pushover. Fu Xingle stood below the arena and pointed his finger at Fang Xian's nose to accuse him.
"Oh, then I'll give you a chance to humiliate me back." Fang Xuan stood on the ring and shrugged nonchalantly.
Fu Xingle was so angry at his attitude that he almost burst into flames.
Want to humiliate her back? If she had that kind of ability, would she have been knocked off the stage in such a miserable manner?
Fang Xian is clearly using his power to treat others like dirt!
This is still within the territory of their Xiaoling Sect, and the largest number of people in the audience are disciples of their Xiaoling Sect.
In the morning, Fu Xingle fought against that musician from the Lingfeng Music Academy. He was no good either. He pretended to be upright and honest on the surface, but his zither actually contained a lot of mechanisms to launch hidden weapons!
Fu Xingle was already holding his breath after almost being ambushed, and then the afternoon's match turned out like this.
"If you're so capable, fight me again tomorrow!" Fu Xingle shouted, pointing at Fang Xian.
"I'm not going to fight you, you're too weak." To put it nicely, Fang Xian is carefree; to put it bluntly, he's a complete jerk with negative emotional intelligence. He doesn't care whether what he says sounds good to others; he just says whatever comes to mind.
Fu Xingle was furious.
Unfortunately, she couldn't say anything to refute it, because it was a fact that she was not as skilled as him. Even if they arranged to fight again tomorrow, she would not be able to beat Fang Xuan without cheating.
If she continued to shout, it would seem like she was just being unreasonable, but Fang Xian's words and actions were really... infuriating!
"Who do you think you are? You're just a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet you really think you're the best in the world!"
"You're just a greenhorn, do you even know how to write the words 'respect your teachers'?"
Discontented voices rose from the audience.
Although Fu Xingle wasn't particularly famous in the entire cultivation world, many people within the Xiaoling Sect knew her. Naturally, some fellow disciples couldn't stand by and watch, and spoke up for her since it was inconvenient for her to speak.
Fu Xingle's first reaction was one of relief and satisfaction. Relief that Fang Xian had indeed been scolded, proving she hadn't done anything wrong. Satisfaction that his friendships with his fellow disciples hadn't been in vain, as they were reliable in times of trouble.
But after the positive emotions surged, feelings of guilt and deep unease quickly followed.
She was already in a bad mood because of Fang Xuan's harassment, and now Fang Xuan is being criticized by so many people. Isn't that a bit unfair...?
But if she were to speak up now to stop her fellow disciples from speaking up for her... firstly, she would be extremely unwilling, and secondly, if others spoke up for her, would she be the one to jump out and play the good cop?
There's no such thing as backstabbing someone like that.
"Senior sister, wipe it off."
As Fu Xingle hesitated about what to do, a handkerchief suddenly appeared at the edge of his line of sight.
She looked up and saw that the person standing in front of her was Ji Mofan.
Fu Xingle and Ji Mofan had never met before, and their impressions of him were all based on hearsay. It was only at this Dao Asking Conference that they truly interacted with each other up close for the first time.
She had previously thought that this person had very few facial expressions, as if nothing major would cause him to have any emotional fluctuations.
But at this moment, she actually saw a gentle expression on that face.
His eyebrows were slightly curved, and his smile looked gentle and not obsequious, so that no one would feel uncomfortable. His concern seemed so natural.
Fu Xingle subconsciously reached out and took the handkerchief. As she wiped her forehead with it, a faint fragrance danced lightly on the tip of her nose.
It was the scent of spices on Jimo Fan's body.
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