Quick Wear: The host is a jerk again and runs away

The tea time is coming soon and the first round of the competition is about to begin.

The contestants take turns to draw lots, and those who draw the same number form a group, with a limit of fifty monks in each group.

Xue Yi looked at the fortune stick in her hand, which had a big three written on it.

It’s so boring. She has to wait until the first two groups are finished before she can go up.

Ok……

What kind of method will be used to excite the whole audience?

Yu Liuxian stood with his back to the stage. The cultivators from the first group had already flown onto the stage, and Yu Liuxian opened the barrier of the arena.

"First group, start."

As soon as he finished speaking, colorful spiritual powers were displayed one after another on the stage. Various sword energies and spiritual powers intertwined together, making it difficult for people to keep up.

Yu Qing Sect's eldest senior brother Yu Liuqing jumped up with an agile figure, the long sword in his hand flashing with a cold light.

He swung his sword at a cultivator. The sword energy formed by the spiritual power was like an alien object, which instantly knocked the cultivator away.

On the other side, Qin Feng of Zi Yang Sect cast a powerful fire spell, and the raging flames trapped several monks inside.

They struggled in the flames, but were eventually forced to jump off the stage by Qin Feng's raging fire.

Nie Shuangshuang of the Xuanshuang School used ice magic to release ice cones to force the enemy back.

There is no doubt that these three people were left in the first group.

"In the first group, Yuqing Sect's Yu Liuqing, Ziyang Sect's Qin Feng, and Xuanshuang Sect's Nie Shuangshuang win!"

Xue Yi's eyes were bright, and she stared at Yu Liuqing on the stage without blinking.

[Wow, this senior brother from Yuqing Sect is so handsome, can I take him home? ]

[But he is not a capture target, Lord...]

[Tsk, you are too narrow-minded. What's wrong with not being a capture target? Can't NPCs be favored by a protagonist like this Saint? ]

In fact, she was not such a hungry person, but the smell of Yu Liuqing's soul was somewhat familiar. It seemed that she had to find a way to confirm her guess.

"The second group, please come on stage."

At the command, dozens of figures flew away, and the Yuqing Sect suddenly burst into loud cheers.

"Yingying, come on!"

"Yuqing Sect's Wenying will win!"

"Wen Ying Wen Ying, come on, little junior sister!"

...

It's harsh.

Xue Yi looked impatiently at the person they were cheering for. He was wearing a blue disciple uniform and had a pretty face, a bit of a girly temperament, but he didn't look very special.

She frowned, thinking that Wen Ying must have some outstanding qualities.

Otherwise, the God and the Demon Lord would not have fought each other to the point of bloodshed without caring about their people.

But she found out that she was wrong.

As soon as the battle started, Wen Ying retreated into the encirclement. The other disciples of Yuqing Sect were protecting her, so she didn't have to put in any effort. The little junior sister was shouting encouragement inside the encirclement.

When there were only a dozen people left, half of them were disciples of Yuqing Sect.

But other sects were not pushovers either. The remaining disciples of the Feijian Sect gathered together and formed a battle formation.

Countless flying swords stood in the sky, and finally gathered together and rushed straight towards the encirclement of Yuqing Sect.

The disciples of Yuqing Sect tried to block it with formations, but it was too late.

Seeing that there were only a few disciples left to protect her, a trace of struggle flashed across Wen Ying's eyes. Just when the flying sword attacked again, she suddenly pulled over her junior brother beside her to block the disaster for her.

The Feijian Sect's original intention was to force them back, not to kill anyone.

But Wen Ying pushed the disciple directly onto the sword. Seeing that the flying sword was about to pierce through his chest, Yu Liuxian's spiritual power flew out and he stepped onto the stage to stop it.

She looked at Wen Ying with disappointment, and helped the disciple who was pushed out off the stage.

"The second group, Feijian Sect's Mu Yunfei, Murong Fu, Yuqing Sect's Wen Ying wins."

Xue Yi's eyes turned cold. Is such a person worthy of being the heroine?

He used the lives of his fellow disciples to block the attack and buy himself a chance of survival.

How could the dignified God and Demon Lord be attracted to such a person?

The audience was very quiet, as they had obviously seen Wen Ying push her fellow disciple to block the sword.

She gritted her teeth and returned to the audience seats of Yuqing Sect, but found that everyone's attitude towards her was not very friendly, and there was no warmth at all as before.

The audience even started whispering.

"No way? Are Yuqing Sect's disciples like this? They would rather use their fellow disciples' lives to block the sword than jump down. Oh my god..."

"Yeah, it's too vicious."

"It seems that Yuqing Sect is nothing special... Before she went on stage, a bunch of people came to support her, which is really embarrassing..."

Countless whispers were heard. Wen Ying clenched her hands, lowered her head and said nothing.

Damn, who knew that the Feijian Sect would be put in the second group?

She was not good at blocking swords, and she didn't want to fail in the first round, so she had no choice but to do that...

But now everyone is beginning to dislike her. No, she has to find a way to win them back.

As an elder, Yu Liuxian gave Wen Ying a cold look after pacifying his disciples.

These youngsters have impure minds and are not fit for important tasks.

She announced, "Group three, please come on stage."

Xue Yi had seen enough of the show, so she put down the rabbit in her arms, handed it to a disciple of the Hehuan Sect to take care of, and then flew onto the stage.

"Group three, start."

Once the battle begins, many disciples will collectively attack in the direction of Xue Yi as if they had agreed upon it. They believe that this is the easiest to control. After all, who doesn't know what the Hehuan Sect relies on for cultivation?

Her strength must be not that good. Wouldn't it be better to get rid of her first and then deal with the others?

Xue Yi was already unhappy at the moment. The heroine's stupid behavior made her feel sick, and then twenty or thirty people surrounded her.

The girl smiled sweetly, showing her white teeth, but her voice sounded like a devil from hell, "Congratulations, you've hit a wall by provoking me~"

The girl pulled out the hairpin that held her long black hair in place, and everyone saw that the hairpin suddenly turned into a snow-white sword.

The sword in Xue Yi's hand began to spin, and she flew up, "Feng Feixu!"

With a light shout, the snow-white sword transformed into dozens of clones and disappeared into the blue vortex in the air. Then, the vortex poured down, and the monks who had been besieging Xue Yi were swept up by the vortex one after another, and the long sword disappeared into it and hit them hard.

The vortex grew bigger and bigger, enveloping the other monks on the ring who were not participating in the siege of her.

But Xue Yi didn't care.

In battle, the strong always win and the weak lose, this is eternal.