Win?

Who's winning?

Lin Zichen was in a daze and heard the cheers coming from all around him.

Did the physical cultivator win and Xiao Qi lose?

In an instant, my mind became mostly clear.

That guy threw Xiao Qi to death?!

Lin Zichen was angry and panicked, and a ball of rage surged in his heart. Why did he overestimate his own abilities and challenge a cultivator with a higher cultivation level than himself! And he was a physical cultivator!

But soon, Lin Zichen started blaming himself again.

He blamed himself for being too weak and not being able to protect even his junior sister. He was beaten to a pulp in just one move. He felt so embarrassed and humiliated.

Lin Zichen clenched his fists and struggled to get up from the ground.

He looked towards the ring and was suddenly stunned.

The imagined scene of Fan Li being beaten to a bloody pulp did not occur.

Fan Li stood there peacefully, his back straighter than that of the physical cultivator, and he didn't look defeated or injured at all.

Finally, Lin Zichen heard what the people around him were cheering for. It turned out that Fan Li won.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the hierarchy is strict, the strong are respected, and it is very rare for a person to win a challenge across levels.

Lin Zichen couldn't believe it and was deeply shocked.

He looked at Fan Li standing on the high stage, in the center of the crowd, shining brightly. Then he looked at himself, covered in mud, with a bruised face and nose... For the first time, Lin Zichen felt inferior.

He felt himself to be extremely ridiculous.

So while no one was noticing, he raised his hands, covered his head and face with his sleeves, and fled the scene in embarrassment.

Fan Li glanced at him indifferently and didn't react.

Zhou Ming glanced at the direction Lin Zichen left, frowned, and followed him.

The temperature on the field dropped quickly.

As expected, this physical cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core also went back to gain insights.

Fan Li received another "reward", a heavy storage bag.

The physical cultivator’s surname is Gao and his name is Qi Sheng. He is extremely difficult to deal with in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm. Even among cultivators of the same level, there are few who can defeat him.

Although Fan Li won by outsmarting his opponent, there is no doubt that he did beat his opponent, which is enough to show that Fan Li has the strength to challenge opponents of higher levels.

Those middle Jindan who were eager to make a move were now hesitant and did not rush to challenge. If they really lost to an early Jindan, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

For a moment, there was no next challenger appearing on the ring, which was in stark contrast to the previous heated scene.

At this time, someone in the audience shouted loudly: "Daoyou, your strength is extraordinary. Do you want to challenge me in the late Jindan stage?"

"Yes, yes, let's challenge the late Jindan stage!"

"Maybe you can even beat the late Jindan stage!"

After these words were spoken, many people started to make a fuss and put Fan Li on the fire.

It’s not that they really think Fan Li has the ability, but Fan Li aroused their desire to win.

They didn't believe that Fan Li could get any more powerful. This woman had won so many games in a row. They wanted to see her fail and temper her fighting spirit.

Unexpectedly, Fan Li jumped off the stage on his own initiative.

A head of black hair fluttered up and then slowly fell down.

The booing noises suddenly stopped.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her, staring at her without blinking, and the scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Fan Li smiled slightly, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "You all think too highly of me. Thanks to Brother Gao's mercy, I was able to win just now. How dare I challenge a late Jindan cultivator again?"

Appropriate humility can win the favor of others.

Of course, Fan Li's goal was not to gain favor from others. The first bird to stick its head out gets shot, and she had already been in the spotlight enough today, so it was time to stop.

After hearing her say this, those cultivators in the middle stage of the Golden Core Stage felt much more relieved and looked at her with admiration.

He is neither arrogant nor impatient, and has outstanding talent. He has a bright future.

At this time, someone stepped forward, bowed, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, since you are not planning to challenge a higher level opponent, can I challenge you to a duel?"

This person is also in the early stage of Golden Core.

Fan Li politely declined the gift: "Let's do it another day. If we continue to compete, I will not be able to handle it."

Another person asked, "Some other day? What about tomorrow?"

Everyone looked at Fan Li with great anticipation, their eyes burning with passion that almost turned into substance and tied Fan Li up.

Facing these gazes, Fan Li hesitated and said, "Tomorrow..."

"She's not free tomorrow."

A clear voice interrupted.

The person who spoke was Lu Xingran.

Lu Xingran came to Fan Li, hooked her shoulders and said domineeringly: "Her time tomorrow belongs to me. If you want to spar with her, find someone else. Don't keep staring at her."

He paused, and swept his sharp eyes over everyone present, like a sharp sword.

"Or, I can spar with you. I have plenty of time and am always available."

Who here doesn’t know Jianmen Sect’s senior sister Lu Xingran?

The sect disciple smiled awkwardly: "No, no."

Lu Xingran looked at the others again and smiled politely.

Those people took a step back, pretending to be busy and left. As expected, they didn't dare to bother Fan Li anymore.

Seeing this, Lu Xingran raised an eyebrow at Fan Li.

"Since you are too embarrassed to refuse, I will help you refuse them. You won't blame me for being nosy, right?"

Fan Li wasn't embarrassed, she was just afraid that it would undermine their self-confidence too much.

But she still said thank you to Lu Xingran.

"You're welcome. I'm your sister." Lu Xingran rubbed her head with a warm smile.

She has a cool and noble look, and when she smiles, she has the magical power to melt the winter snow, just like an intimate older sister.

Fan Li was a little stunned.

She was a little dazed, and her nose felt a little sour.

In her previous life, she had lived with her senior brothers since she was a child. They took care of her daily life and treated her like a boy. They were very careless about everything, but she was used to it.

She never thought there was anything wrong with this, and did not envy others for having a senior sister as their companion.

It was not until she made a fool of herself when she came to Kui Shui for the first time that she realized the difference between men and women. She could no longer ask her senior brother for many things and began to envy other people’s senior sisters.

Because she didn't.

Fan Li always thought that her senior brothers were careless with her and caused her harm because they were men, and men are certainly not as careful and considerate as women.

It was not until Song Xixi appeared that she realized that they also had a caring and gentle side, and that they also knew how to take care of a girl.

Fan Li couldn't help but wonder, if she had a senior sister by her side from the beginning, would she not have lived such a miserable life...

At this moment, someone recognized Fan Li's identity and was whispering to each other not far away.

"I remember now. That female cultivator is the disciple of Master Yunmeng. Her name is Fan Li, and she has an innate ice spiritual root."

"So he is the sect master's personal disciple. No wonder he is so powerful. Master Yunmeng has a good way of teaching people."

"But why did I hear that Fan Li's strength is the weakest among the disciples?"

"The rumors are false, right? If she is the weakest, then how can we survive? Don't listen to these hearsays."

......

"Where are you planning to go next?" Lu Xingran asked casually.

Fan Li looked particularly well-behaved in front of her and said honestly, "The Sutra Library."

Lu Xingran didn't ask any more questions, just nodded and said, "I'll accompany you."

With her around, anyone who wants to take advantage of Fan Li would have to think carefully beforehand.

Fan Li did not reject her kindness and nodded slightly.

At this moment, a clear and pleasant voice fell over everyone's head.

"Everyone."

The sound came from the direction of the ring. Everyone's attention was attracted by this pleasant voice and they naturally looked over there.

It turned out to be the Holy Maiden of the Beast Taming Sect, Ji Miaomiao.

What was the Saint doing there? Was she looking for someone to spar with?

However, the saint was not alone. Behind her there were two female disciples wearing flying cloud hairpins. They were dressed in the style of the Beast Taming Sect and had beautiful patterns painted on their faces.

They held a long black box in their hands that required two people to lift.

Everyone was very curious about the black box, but unfortunately the material of that thing was very special and could not be seen through by spiritual sense.

There was silence in the audience; they were not sure what the saint was going to do.

Fan Li did not rush to the Sutra Library, but also stood below and watched.

Her intuition told her that the contents of the black box would be of great use to her.

She could even feel a magical call.

What could it be?

Fan Li narrowed his eyes slightly and resisted the urge to take out the replica mirror to appraise the treasure.

The Saint smiled and said, "The atmosphere is just right, why not have a competition between spirit beasts?"

The Saint placed her delicate hands on the black box and looked at everyone, "The thing inside is the prize. Believe me, no one can refuse it."

The saint's voice seemed to carry a subtle allure, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the black box.

Without further ado, the saint slowly opened the black box.