It was another draw, with teams competing against each other in pairs.
The first round was Qiao Yue's turn; she drew a sword cultivator.
Looking at this delicate little girl, who would have thought that once she went on stage, she would act like a mad dog, swinging a sledgehammer and chasing after the young swordsman, smashing him indiscriminately!
What kind of class is this, using the same knife as that beautiful lady!
Die!
The boy was beaten and ran around in all directions, his large sword was completely useless, and he was eventually forced to surrender.
The second round was Gu Chunxiao versus a female cultivator of the same age.
In fact, Chunxiao was not very skilled with her sword, but her footwork was unpredictable and her control over spiritual power was extremely exquisite. Each time, she could use the least amount of spiritual power to unleash the most reckless sword moves, and her opponents could not even touch her. They could only be exhausted until their spiritual power was depleted and they had to surrender.
The third round was between two strangers; it wasn't interesting to watch.
The fourth round was Song Nanhe, whose opponent was also a sword cultivator.
Regardless of whether he wins or loses, the sheer beauty of Song Nanhe's swordsmanship, coupled with the screams of the female cultivators below, was enough to put immense pressure on his opponent. The swordsman was too eager for quick success, which revealed a weakness, allowing Song Nanhe to easily deflect his sword.
The strongest "contestants" are often the last to appear, and Chu Hongluan's aura was already imposing just by standing there.
My sister is so cool! My sister is killing me!
The female cultivators in the audience were even more enthusiastic than when Song Nanhe had taken the stage.
Such a grand occasion stirred the emotions of the elders presiding over the competition from the high platform, who felt their blood boiling with excitement.
That's the significance of recruiting new disciples.
Look at these young people, how energetic they are!
The elder's gratified gaze swept over the faces of the female cultivators, their cheeks flushed with excitement...
Hmm? Why do several of them look familiar?
Isn't that an inner disciple of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion?! Trying to maintain order in the middle of a crowd, huh?!
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