With this relaxed and cheerful feeling, she began preparing to watch the game.
The order of matches and the distribution of arenas had already been announced the day before.
The sect leader's three personal disciples, Ling Youze, Mu Qingyan, and Han Zixin, Elder Qing Yuanfeng's two children, Xue Ming and Xue Lan, and Ling Xiafeng's disciples, Hang Fengcheng and Zhao Shuangshuang, are the most watched disciples this year.
Putting aside their abilities, just in terms of appearance alone, these individuals are all strikingly handsome and exceptionally charming.
Ah Jiang had already thanked the five people who saved her, but for some reason, they didn't have any further contact.
Friendships are a matter of fate, and Ah Jiang isn't dwelling on it.
[A life-saving debt cannot be repaid with mere thanks. There will be other times in the future, and I will definitely lend a helping hand if they encounter any difficulties.]
The sun had just risen, but the square was already packed with people.
Qingyue and her junior brother Qingming were disciples of Feihong Peak. Because they were farthest from Tianyu Peak and unfamiliar with the route, they still couldn't get a good spot despite getting up very early.
When the first round began, they had already been squeezed to the side of the emptier blue arena. Looking at the match order, this round was Chu Yufeng and Qin Weiyu versus Fei Hongfeng and Qing Chi.
Looking at the lively scene next to her and the deserted scene here, Qingyue felt helpless, but she still had to support her senior brother, so she stood below the arena and waited for it to start.
Another half hour passed, and the competition officially began.
My own senior brother, Qingchi, stood on the arena, looking refreshed and energetic, dressed in a green mid-level sect uniform, while opposite him stood…
Well, she was only wearing a plain white outfit, with cloud patterns on her boots and wristbands. Her appearance was even simpler. She had her hair tied in a ponytail with a slanted fringe on her forehead and a bare face. At first glance, it was really hard to tell if she was male or female.
Senior Brother Qingchi's sword is the Chenghe Sword, which is a medium-grade treasure. It has a faint glow and is considered a very good weapon.
Looking at the other side, Qingyue was dumbfounded once again. What? He was actually holding a wooden sword. Was I seeing things?
After exchanging greetings, the two sides began their formal sparring, amidst cheers that rose in waves.
A-Jiang was also drawn here, and she immediately recognized the simply dressed woman as Qin Weiyu, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
Back in the Qingqiu Illusion, A-Jiang felt that this female cultivator was different from others, and now it seems that the change is even more obvious.
"She's probably hiding some kind of secret, or something rather heavy."
Ah Jiang's arrival went unnoticed by everyone. Only the little turtle in the spirit beast bag cried out to come out and see, so she summoned it out and held it in her hands.
[I can't see it, I can't see it at all, Ah Jiang, lift me up a little higher!]
The little turtle especially loves excitement and kept urging A-Jiang on with its telepathic communication.
Ajahn sighed, thought for a while and couldn't think of any other good way, so he simply put it on his head, so that he could see what he couldn't see, and it would save him effort.
Meanwhile, Qingyue remained in a daze. It was truly a sparring match. No matter how hard Qingchi tried to attack and outmaneuver him, his opponent always calmly countered, only defending and not attacking.
Although the opponent seemed somewhat exhausted at the beginning of the rounds, the game became smoother and smoother as it progressed, and the two sides appeared evenly matched. However, after several hundred rounds, Qingchi jumped out of the battle circle, cupped his hands, and said to the referee, "I concede defeat."
Qingchi is a martial arts expert, so it's obvious that his opponent's skills are superior, and he may not have used his full strength to save face. There's no point in continuing the fight, so he might as well admit defeat.
The referee used his spiritual power to loudly announce that Chu Yufeng and Qin Weiyu had advanced. The next round would be Qing Yuanfeng and Xue Lan against Hui Yunfeng and Liang Yinzhu. Please prepare.
As soon as the referee's voice fell, a large crowd surged forward. The competition between Qing Yuanfeng's beautiful Xue Lan was quite a spectacle.
Qin Weiyu left, and A Jiang wasn't in a hurry to leave either. Hearing from the people next to him that the next match would feature two beautiful women, A Jiang was really looking forward to it.
Xue Lan stood on the arena in a light yellow gauze dress, which was clearly a high-grade magic robe. Moreover, all the accessories on her body were exquisite and precious, making her look like a dazzling gem.
But she was also exceptionally beautiful, her radiant face possessing a unique charm characteristic of her age, like a newly sprouted willow bud in spring, fresh and delightful.
The woman standing opposite her wore only ordinary clothes and had no special hair accessories. Compared to this stunning woman, she immediately appeared petty and unsophisticated.
Qingyue and Qingming, who were in the audience, did not leave and happened to be standing next to Ajiang, craning their necks to watch.
Seeing that delicate, flower-like figure, even the most shameless person couldn't help but stare.
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