But comparing too much can be tiring!
Especially on his side, he was exhausted from round after round, like a dog.
But when he turned around, he found that Gu Xiaochui was just sitting there leisurely, able to enter the next round of the competition without lifting a finger.
At that moment, he suddenly felt even more tired.
Gu Xiaochui awkwardly touched the tip of his nose and suggested, "How about I draw the lot for you in the next round?"
Qi Yufei: "I would like to, but the competition schedule stipulates that the draw must be done in person."
Gu Xiaochui spread his hands, "Then I'm afraid I can't help you."
Qi Yufei: "..."
Xi Ling'er and Ling Mo are both in the same age group among sword cultivators.
Therefore, they both faced the same opponents.
If both of them win in the end, it will be a unique situation that has never been encountered in the history of the sect competition.
Of course, there can only be one individual champion.
Therefore, in this situation, it is necessary to determine the winner through sparring among fellow disciples.
Round after round of competition, both of them remained on the field due to their formidable strength.
Until Xi Ling'er drew a familiar person in one of the rounds of the competition.
Qin Ziteng, sitting opposite Xi Ling'er, looked at her wielding the Illusionary Spirit Sword with an extremely ugly expression, so dark it was almost as if ink could drip from it.
What a small world!
How did we run into the Rongling Sect so quickly?
His current cultivation level is only at the peak of the Golden Core stage.
Xi Ling'er is already at the Nascent Soul stage.
The outcome of this competition is... obvious.
Xi Ling'er simply flexed her wrists and calmly asked Qin Ziteng across from her.
"How do you want to lose? In a dignified way, or in a less dignified way? By the way, I prefer the latter."
Everyone in Rongling Sect has a unique urge towards Qin Ziteng.
It was mainly the urge to torment him.
Why is it that this person always likes to go against Rong Zi?
Upon hearing this, Qin Ziteng raised his hand and angrily pointed at Xi Ling'er.
"Let me tell you, don't be arrogant. I am indeed no match for you, but you better pray that you don't fall into the hands of my senior brother, otherwise, he will definitely make you regret it."
Song Tianyu is also in the same age group as them.
Qin Ziteng lost his tooth in the wind during the previous elimination rounds.
Although he has already sent people to find the best materials to make him an identical tooth, it is not finished yet, and he still has a slight lisp when he speaks.
After Qin Ziteng finished speaking, Xi Ling'er asked a question.
"Are you done talking?"
Qin Ziteng remained silent.
Xi Ling'er suggested, "Let me give you a piece of advice: since you speak so slurredly, you'd better talk less."
Qin Ziteng instinctively covered his mouth: "You..."
Xi Ling'er continued, "As for whether I will fall into your senior brother's hands, that's a matter for later. But for now, you are in my hands."
"So, tell me, how do you want to lose this match? Do you choose the first option or the second?"
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