Upon hearing the cultivator's words, Xuan Honghong was shocked. How could she have forgotten this possibility!
Seeing Ying Song struggling against the three spirit swords on the platform, Xuan Honghong said urgently:
"Brother Ying, be careful! She has a natural sword-like constitution!!"
However, Ying Song had no energy to pay attention to what Xuan Honghong said at that moment.
He thought Tian Ning wouldn't last long, surrounded by three spirit swords, but he himself was almost at his limit, and the swords were hitting him harder and harder! They were becoming more and more skilled!
It's like he's just a live target for practice?
However, he has now suppressed his cultivation to the Foundation Establishment stage, which is still inferior to the Nascent Soul stage.
We must find a way to end this quickly!
He deliberately and silently closed the distance between himself and Tian Ning, hoping to take the opportunity to eliminate Tian Ning directly. Little did he know that as he approached to make his move, he himself became the prey.
Just as Ying Song was about to make a move, the sword in his hand inexplicably began to tremble as if it had lost control!
Then, Tianning's iron sword came flying!
Her iron sword looked rusty and harmless, but her instinctive warning of danger still made Ying Song dodge in a panic.
Tian Ning wasn't in a hurry. She turned her sword and cut off a third of the person's long hair.
"You, you!"
Ying Song was still standing there, staring in disbelief at his rapidly shortening black hair, when the male cultivator next to Xuan Honghong jumped up and started fuming:
"This is outrageous! It's a competition, why are you deliberately targeting Brother Ying's hair!"
Look at Ying Ge's expression, he's completely dumbfounded...
His long, black, shiny hair was his lifeblood!
It used to love swinging itself around and showing off in front of people, but now, if it were any shorter, it wouldn't be able to swing at all.
Tian Ning blinked his innocent-looking big eyes and said, "Fellow Daoist, you've misunderstood me."
"How could a kind-hearted monk like me, who is always ready to help others, bear to see this younger brother Ying—with his burnt hair and such an unsightly appearance—losing face in front of everyone?"
Tianning said sincerely, "So I personally did a new hairstyle for him for free!"
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Everyone: "..."
You really know how to flatter yourself. Someone's hair was messed up, and you expect them to thank you?
"Beautiful my foot!" the male cultivator retorted angrily. "You're a complete bastard!"
If Xuan Honghong hadn't been holding him back, the male cultivator would have already rushed up and beaten Tian Ning.
Even Ying Song, who had just realized what was happening on stage, had a grim face. His expression was extremely ugly, and he coldly said:
"Tianning, is it? Listen, this time you're really finished!"
"Click, click~"
A familiar voice came from inside, but this time it wasn't Tian Ning.
Instead, they brought out several long benches, where the six direct disciples sat in rows below.
"Tsk tsk tsk..." Duanmu Qiao grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds. You have to admit, these things are really addictive. He couldn't help but sigh, "This nuisance should be released to annoy others!"
Look at how angry those grandsons from the southern continent are! It's so satisfying!
He finally experienced the joy of playing with Tianning during the previous team competition.
"Crunch~" Leng Hong cracked open a sunflower seed in response.
Zhou Han took the handful of sunflower seeds that Little Fire Phoenix had finished cracking for him, and his usually serious face showed a rare smile, though it looked somewhat sinister: "Let those idiots from the Southern Continent make a lot of noise up front, and we'll go in after Tianning wins both rounds!"
Qin Ling chimed in, "When the time comes, follow my orders. If Tianning wins, we'll immediately head to Yin Yang!"
Ge Gang's fists were clenched so tightly they were cracking.
Even Helian Boda, the chief disciple of the Dan Ding Sect who is usually the most obedient, listened with a serious expression, ready to go up and fight at any time.
Fu Hongming that evening: "..."
In his memory, these six chief disciples weren't this useless bunch.
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