It’s good to draw Ye Qiao, it’s easier than getting the ones from the other relatives.
Ye Qiao's luck in drawing lots has been extremely smooth all along, but he didn't expect to fail this time. He stretched out his hand, clenched the lot in his hand, and let out a heavy breath.
It was rare for Ye Qiao to draw a decent opponent, and several people happily went over to join in the fun.
The front row was occupied by them. Compared to the deserted place for the alchemy practitioners, the side for the sword practitioners was extremely crowded, especially the protagonist was Ye Qiao.
"Finally I got to the Jindan stage."
"Both of them are in the Jindan stage, so they should fight for a while, right?"
It was too boring before. The gap between the other disciples and ordinary Jindan cultivators was too big, and the crushing situation was nothing to watch. But Ye Qiao was different. Both of them were in the early Jindan stage.
“Come on, Qiaoqiao!!”
A little girl was close by and started to scatter flowers on Ye Qiao's head crazily. The flowers flew away before she arrived, and colorful petals were everywhere.
"Where's the slogan?" some fans clapped enthusiastically.
"Ye Qiao Ye Qiao, the first one has arrived!!"
"Ye Qiao Ye Qiao, invincible!!"
"The fight hasn't even started yet and you're already shouting slogans." Someone waved his hand, "What if we lose?"
Ye Qiao's fans immediately became unhappy: "How could they lose?! Our Qiao Qiao is the best in the world!"
"Oh, yes, yes." The other party was too lazy to argue with these brainless fans.
Ye Qiao: “…” She couldn’t bear to listen to it anymore.
Xue Yu touched his chin and urged with a smile: "Go quickly, we are the invincible first."
At this moment, he was asked to feel the psychological shadow area of Ye Qiao's opponent. He was a little speechless. Although he knew that Ye Qiao was very famous, it shouldn't be that serious, right?
Flower petals are floating all over the sky.
The referee frowned, stood there, and waved his hand to signal irrelevant people to stay away from the competition arena.
"Song Gang, please teach me." The two stood opposite each other, and he pursed his lips and spoke politely.
Ye Qiao: "Okay."
She didn't even bother to be polite. Song Gang didn't waste any words and drew his shuriken. He didn't use the black sword, and it was obvious that he was a cultivator with a wealthy family. Knowing that Ye Qiao liked to cast talismans, he took the initiative and didn't intend to give Ye Qiao this opportunity.
The sword was filled with energy and swept towards her face.
Ye Qiao looked at him, and dodged the sword energy with the Stepping Wind Technique. After reaching the Jindan stage, the Stepping Wind Technique became faster and faster. Not to mention him, even a person in the late Jindan stage would have to work hard to catch up with him.
The girl's figure disappeared from the spot. Song Gang pursed his lips, captured her landing position, and struck down with another swift, fierce and accurate sword.
Ye Qiao dodged again. It was her first time fighting against a Jindan-stage cultivator and she thought it would be a bit difficult. But at the moment, it seemed that the opponent was far from being as ferocious as her two senior brothers.
After Ye Qiao tried several times, the atmosphere became quiet.
"Ah, what is Ye Qiao hiding from?"
"She's so fast, so of course we have to hide."
"If you can't win, just run away. Who wants to fight you? Ye Qiao likes this tactic very much."
The two of them exchanged a few moves, and Song Gang thought she wanted to fight a war of attrition. He didn't expect that a direct disciple would be reduced to fighting a war of attrition. He couldn't help but ask, "Can you still fight me head-on?"
Ye Qiao looked at him strangely: "Are you sure?"
Ye Qiao had had enough fun, her expression became slightly restrained, and her figure disappeared again.
When Song Gang caught the girl's breath again, his pupils shrank slightly, his arm went numb for a moment, and then he remembered.
This Ye Qiao has the spirit root of thunder!
Fortunately, Song Gang reacted in time. When he wanted to block with his other hand, the bamboo shoot in Ye Qiao's hand suddenly broke into two pieces. He used the empty stick to strike with great force, and the sword energy was like a rainbow.
He was hit hard in the chest by this sharp and sudden sword energy. Song Gang tried to grab Ye Qiao in front of him and resist, but under the heavy blow of the sword energy, he didn't even have a chance to touch the opponent. His whole body was thrown out of the competition stage uncontrollably.
The speed should be fast and the posture should be cool.
No need for any bells and whistles.
With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the atmosphere froze for a moment.
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