Ye Qiao: "Do you have a rule sheet? Sort it out, and let's figure out how to drill tomorrow."
“…”
You didn't expect that the end of the game was to exploit loopholes.
No one else thought of it either.
Which good guy has nothing to do during the competition and is always thinking about how to find loopholes?
*
Since the opponent was Yun Que, several people did not go to the game, but went to watch. Not only them, but most of the people who came to watch the game were Fu cultivators. Ming Xuan hung his head miserably, and held Ye Qiao's hand with great emotion: "When I die, remember to buy me the best grave."
Ye Qiao patted his head. How deep is this man's obsession with the best cemetery?
“And he doesn’t necessarily die, right?” Mu Chongxi muttered.
Xue Yu: "It's hard to say. Judging from Yun Que's attitude, I'm afraid he has bad intentions."
After Xue Yu said this, Ming Xuan felt even colder.
When several people were discussing, a girl's voice came from behind, "Ming Xuan."
"Is this your game?" the girl asked.
"Ming Yi?" Ming Xuan blinked and nodded: "Yes, it's my game."
Xue Yu whispered to them: "She is Mingxuan... the sister of the direct lineage, right?"
Anyway, in a big family, as long as they are direct descendants, they are related to each other.
Either a younger sister or an older sister.
The individual competition is originally a competition where a group of aristocratic families, independent cultivators, and close disciples compete openly and secretly, so it is normal to run into a few acquaintances.
Mingxuan raised an eyebrow, "Are you coming to compete too?"
Mingyi glanced at the people behind him. They were all people she knew well. In other words, there was basically everyone in the cultivation world nowadays who didn't know this group of disciples.
"No." The girl shook her head, "Look at your game."
She also came to participate in the individual competition, and before coming, she discussed the match between Ming Xuan and Yun Que with the head of the Ming family.
The head of the Ming family said, "The four talisman cultivators of the Yueqing Sect have taken up four places, and that little bastard Mingxuan has taken one. The remaining five places will be fought for with other direct descendants."
The Song family and the Ming family, two famous families of talismans, have produced countless geniuses.
"The next match is between Yunque and Mingxuan. You can go and take a look, and by the way, tell that little bastard that it's okay if you can't win, I won't scold him next time." Speaking of which, the head of the Ming family felt quite embarrassed. Before, Mingxuan had no way of breaking through the Jindan stage, and his family secretary had to scold him every time. As a result, the child became autistic and has refused to go home until now.
"Yun Que?" Ming Yi was stunned for a moment, then he looked down on her, "You are shameless for using a sword to pick on the talisman cultivator."
"She can use her sword to challenge the Fu Xiu, so does that mean that Ye Qiao can also pick up a sword and fight her?"
Patriarch Ming stroked his beard and said awkwardly, "I'm afraid that won't work. ... But Ye Qiao is here too, but unfortunately he didn't participate in the talisman cultivation competition."
Not only him, but the other eight great families also wanted to see whether the rumored Ye Qiao was really worthy of his reputation.
Mingyi took the opportunity to come here to watch Mingxuan's game and observe Ye Qiao.
It just looks... quite ordinary.
She was wearing dark blue clothes and looked sixteen years old. She looked very quiet and cool, especially when she didn't talk.
It’s not that Ye Qiao didn’t notice that the other person was looking at her. In fact, she was used to it. It seemed that everyone looked at her when they saw her.
Mingxuan took a deep breath, and when the competition stage was empty, he slowly stood up.
At the same time, Yunque quickly flew to the competition stage, looked at her from a distance, and smiled.
Seeing this, Ye Qiao also smiled, more brilliantly than her: "You are right, heaven will not reward hard work, heaven only favors genius."
Yun Que's expression froze slightly. She had said this not long ago.
But at that time, no one said that she had a natural spiritual root, which made Yun Que feel a little ashamed when she recalled it now.
Yun Que pursed his lips and remained silent in anger.
Ye Qiao did not lower his voice, so everyone outside the venue could hear it clearly.
"God rewards hard work? I'll strangle anyone who says that. Just look at Ye Qiao and you'll know. Damn it, God favors geniuses!!"
"Ye Qiao plays badly every day, but it doesn't affect her winning at all."
After the two men stood on the stage, they didn't even say hello to each other, they just started working.
An objective fact is that the talisman cultivator can never beat the sword cultivator, and the venue is so small that he doesn't even have time to set up a formation, and will be knocked away by the sword cultivator in close combat.
It doesn't matter if I get picked off. The worst that can happen is that I can just end it quickly and admit defeat. It's no big deal to lose a game anyway.
Yun Que was clearly trying to mess with Ming Xuan's mentality. He didn't want to try to beat Ming Xuan down, but instead wanted to stab him with his sword.
Mingxuan managed to dodge each time and used a few talismans to barely resist.
Zhou Xingyun said objectively: "Mingxuan can't beat her."
"Can't Song Hansheng fight with Ye Qinghan? How come he can't beat him?" Fu Xiu isn't that weak. He can even be said to be very strong and plays an indispensable role in team competitions.
Zhou Xingyun's voice was as calm as water: "The venue is too small. There is no chance to use the sword skills when fighting against sword cultivators."
"To give an example..." He was silent for a moment: "Look at how Song Hansheng was eliminated by Chu Xingzhi and Ye Qiao. You will know that if a talisman cultivator does not have a suitable venue or position, he will be beaten unilaterally by a sword cultivator in close combat."
The competition stage is too small, and there has never been a Fu Xiu who can use a sword in the Fu Xiu competition.
Who could have thought that there would be so many talented people this year?
Seeing this scene, Ye Qiao clicked his tongue twice and said, "That's why I always think that mages are unreliable." In a one-on-one duel with the assassin, he was completely beaten.
Fortunately, she is a swordsman.
The Yunque Sword raised coldly, stabbing the painful spot. Mingxuan was agile and saw the talismans in his hand being broken one by one. He lowered his eyes, pinched his fingertips, and the square formation he had set up before took effect.
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