Gu Xiaochui fell off the small stool and landed on the ground with a thud.
He looked utterly pathetic.
He forcefully pulled at the roots on his face, gritting his teeth and shouting angrily, "You damned sunflower, get off me right now!"
"Let go! Let go! Stop prying my nose!"
"Ouch, ouch, that hurts!"
Yun Jing held onto Rong Zi's arm, and the two of them watched Gu Xiaochui, who was locked in a stalemate with Xiao Kuihua, and both of them twitched their lips.
On the other side.
The battle between Xiaobai and Lingmo has entered a fierce stage.
Ling Mo's sword intent clone was neutralized.
He raised his hand to cover his chest, staggered back several steps from the shock, and stared wide-eyed with an incredulous glint.
He was actually... suppressed by a magical weapon?
Ling Mo couldn't accept it. He raised his hand to catch the falling Ling Shuang Sword, formed a hand seal with two fingers, and poured the spiritual power from his fingertips into the sword. He then attacked Xiao Bai again with the sword.
This time, his momentum was even stronger than before.
Xiao Bai's twenty spirit swords each possessed a chilling aura.
Moreover, they can all talk...
Even a complete novice can drive someone crazy with all their nagging.
Not to mention twenty.
Xiao Bai moved nimbly around Ling Mo, dodging his attacks while chattering incessantly.
"Little Lingmo, I'm here."
"Here, here..."
"Oops, missed again, hehehe~"
Ling Mo was so angry at its voice that his hand holding the sword trembled.
Raising his Ling Shuang sword, he slashed fiercely at one of Xiao Bai's swords, his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Can't you just shut up? Why do you talk so much?"
Xiao Bai barely dodged it. "Tsk, you're meddling a bit too much. You can control everything, but do you expect me to control what I say or do?"
Ling Mo: "..."
Seeing Ling Mo's face turn red with anger, even Rong Zi couldn't stand it anymore. She grabbed Jun Moyao and said speechlessly, "It's so obnoxious, and you, as its owner, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
Jun Moyao lazily rested his head on her fingers, sullenly saying, "Old habits die hard, it's no use me trying to change it."
The implied meaning.
Xiao Bai's scumbag nature is innate; there's nothing he can do about it.
Rong Zi raised an eyebrow, brought Jun Moyao closer to her eyes, and looked him over with a meaningful expression.
"They say that the kind of spirit weapon you have determines the kind of master you have, so you must be..."
Before she could finish speaking, Jun Moyao exploded.
"That's a fallacy!"
"Oh dear, you're getting impatient." Rong Zi poked Jun Moyao's soft cheek and said with a smile, "Looks like I've hit the nail on the head. I never expected that you, Egg, who always act so serious, actually had a hidden side."
Jun Moyao pushed her fingers away, his face dark with anger.
Between the two of them, this guy is definitely the more despicable one, isn't he?
How dare you say that to him?
Just as the two were bickering, Yun Jing suddenly tugged at Rong Zi's sleeve and shouted, "Master, Master, look! Third Junior Brother is about to lose!"
Rong Zi was taken aback and looked up at the battlefield.
While Ling Mo was distracted by its chattering, twenty spirit swords suddenly descended from the sky, forming a circle and trapping him in the middle.
Each of Xiaobai's spirit swords is connected to the other.
Just as Ling Mo realized what was happening and prepared to escape, it used its spiritual power to connect the twenty spiritual swords together, forming a powerful spiritual energy net with lightning speed, which firmly trapped Ling Mo within the net.
Each line of spiritual energy on the spiritual energy network contains a chilling sword aura, extremely sharp.
If Ling Mo made even the slightest movement, he would be injured by the sword energy above and would be unable to move at all.
Unless he fights desperately.
This was just a competition, and it ended there.
After trapping Ling Mo, Xiao Bai did not actually hurt him, but instead withdrew her spiritual power at the right time.
The twenty spirit swords quickly returned to their positions, and with a flash of light, it reverted to its fan-like form.
"The time it takes to drink a cup of tea, exactly." Little White, cheekily circling Ling Mo and twirling its fan, said, "You lost~"
Ling Mo pursed her lips.
Although he was a little angry, he did not refute it.
He did indeed lose...
Although Xiaobai's incessant chatter affected his performance, he acknowledged Xiaobai's strength after this battle.
Even if his mindset hadn't been affected, he probably still wouldn't have been able to defeat Xiaobai.
The battle thus came to an end.
The audience seats were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with unconcealed shock.
A magical weapon actually defeated a Nascent Soul stage cultivator in a one-on-one fight?
It turns out, this newbie is not only abnormal in personality, but also abnormally strong...
Gu Xiaochui's gaze towards Xiaobai was filled with shock, excitement, and a burning desire and longing.
The truly powerful artifact cultivators were actually...
To actually reach such a level!
He seems to have... become more certain of his life goals.
After the initial surprise, Rong Zi got up and walked over to Ling Mo, patting his arm and comforting him, "Don't be discouraged. Little White has lived for tens of thousands of years. With your talent, as long as you cultivate diligently, you'll probably be able to beat it up in no time."
Yun Jing echoed this sentiment.
"Yes, Third Junior Brother, and we all saw it just now. You were influenced by Xiaobai's words, which is why you lost so quickly."
Ling Mo listened to his words of comfort, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
Does this mean that Xiaobai's words only made him lose a little faster?
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