Just enough.
Xiyue won. She bent down and helped the defeated woman up, who was filled with shame.
"I didn't expect to lose to my senior sister again this time, just like last year. I am willing to admit defeat."
The two exchanged greetings for a moment and prepared to leave the stage.
In the crowd, Xiyue accidentally saw the man who should have died long ago, Ruan Mian.
Her eyes widened and she murmured in disbelief, "How could he still be alive?"
The woman next to him was puzzled, "Senior Sister?"
Xiyue quickly adjusted her expression and coughed a few times in an attempt to cover up her mistake.
"It's nothing, I just have a sore throat."
The girl's hair was tied up with a thin hairband, swaying gently in the wind, and she walked towards the other person's surprised gaze.
She spoke in the same tone as usual, "Senior Sister, your swordsmanship is truly superb. I admire you very much. Could you please give me some pointers?"
The woman was naturally willing. She had originally thought it was a pity that Ruan Mian came out of Wanku Tomb, but she didn't expect that this idiot wanted to fall into the trap. So don't blame her men for being ruthless.
There is an unwritten rule in the competition that one cannot harm the other party's life.
But what if you fail?
She didn't mean it.
Xiyue's eyes were gentle, "Exchanges among fellow disciples are beneficial to us. I'm very happy."
She hurriedly agreed, not noticing the instantaneous coldness in Ruan Mian's eyes.
The disciples watching nearby sneered.
"How ridiculous! An outer disciple in the Foundation Establishment Stage dares to challenge Senior Sister. Is she mentally damaged?"
You say one thing and I say another.
"A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. It's good to learn from your mistakes."
When the Nascent Soul stage fights against the Foundation Establishment stage, there is no need to guess the result, there is no suspense.
The onlookers gradually dispersed, and the square suddenly became empty.
They were still discussing trivial matters.
"Hey, have you returned the book you borrowed from the library last time? I want to read it again."
Someone noticed that Song Wenjing was standing there quietly waiting.
"Senior Brother Song, aren't you leaving yet? He's probably waiting for Senior Sister Xiyue."
The Third Elder, who was free, ordered his disciples to clean up the debris on the field.
"It's all cleaned up, and over there too."
No one took this crushing fight seriously. There was no need to guess the outcome. The outer disciple would regret his stupidity later.
Song Wenjing hid Xiaoyuan in his sleeve. He always felt uneasy, and his heart felt heavy as if he had accidentally lost something very important.
The storm is coming.
The light clouds thickened, bringing a slight chill to the air.
A barrier was erected on the field, covering them all.
The others just thought that Senior Sister Xiyue didn't want to hurt innocent people and didn't take it to heart.
They can't see what's going on inside.
Inside the barrier.
Xiyue stopped acting, frowned, held the sword, and rushed forward to take Ruan Mian's life.
The outside noise was blocked by the barrier, and the huge venue became quiet.
There were very few people watching, and they could only guess the intensity of the battle through the vague light outside the barrier.
The second elder disliked Ruan Mian and wanted to punish her by sending her to the Cliff of Repentance last time. However, he unexpectedly received an oral order from the Immortal Master Qinggui, so he let her go.
He stroked his beard and was about to leave when he suddenly heard the crisp sound of a sword breaking.
"Look, that girl got beaten up."
The idle disciples shook their heads.
"She really doesn't know her own limitations and doesn't know her own limits."
What followed was Xiyue's howl. Even though the barrier blocked most of the sound, it still came out.
Those who had originally teased and despised him all showed expressions of horror.
"Hey, what's going on? Did I hear it wrong?"
The Second Elder squinted his eyes and looked over, only to find that he had no way of seeing through the situation inside the barrier. It was very strange that he could not detect it with his level of cultivation.
The disciples were competing, and as seniors, they couldn't interfere.
Until the life-saving amulet Xiyue was wearing was torn, it meant that she was in danger of her life and was asking for help.
Her master, the Third Elder, could no longer sit still. He jumped up nervously, holding a long lightning whip and hitting the thin barrier hard, but there was no damage at all.
"Even the Third Elder can't break through?"
Xiao Yuan trembled and huddled on Song Wenjing's body. There was such a terrifying aura, like a powerful monster, even more terrifying than Yan Hua back then.
It couldn't help but wonder, was the person inside really Ruan Mian?
internal.
The girl in the light blue outer disciple uniform had a lazy smile, pale skin, and a pair of eyes as clear as water.
She pinched her fingers together, and instantly the spiritual energy turned into a sharp blade, cutting through the air and forcing Xiyue into a desperate situation.
The woman held up the broken sword and tried her best to resist, but the spiritual energy attack was like an endless wave, overwhelming her and making her breathless.
She wanted to beg for mercy, but her inherent pride prevented Xiyue from saying such words.
Even though I had torn up the life-saving talisman, the master couldn't come in to save me.
She discovered a wisp of black and gray demonic energy emerging from Ruan Mian's body.
"You made a contract with the monster?"
The girl did not answer her doubts. In the blink of an eye, she came in front of Xiyue from dozens of meters away, using the technique of shrinking the distance into an inch.
"Are you curious?"
The young girl Qingjun always had a smile on her face. She raised her hand and placed it on her head, forcing the woman to kneel on the ground.
"Bitch, how dare you humiliate me like this! I will kill you!"
Without caring about the demeanor she had deliberately pretended to be, Xiyue cursed endlessly.
During the fight, the woman's hair was scattered messily on her shoulders, her brand new skirt was covered with dust and dirty, and now she was in a kneeling posture.
Totally lost face!
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