Quick Wear: Male God Please Hate Me

In a competition, you choose your own opponent and challenge him/her. People of different strengths have different spirit point scores, and the person with the highest spirit point score wins.

The situation of having spiritual points is as follows:

There are only three points of disciples who have practiced Qigong.

Eight points for disciples who have established foundation.

Fifteen points for disciples with Golden Core cultivation.

Of course, this is the most basic score, and there are also rules for score transfer.

For example, if a person has thirty points after a challenge, if he is defeated by another person, his thirty points will be transferred to that person.

You can choose your own contestants, but the selected persons must be those on the registration list.

Precisely because it is a self-selection, weaker disciples do not dare to participate, and even whether they can refuse is decided by rolling the dice.

Li Xiaoqing's sect is relatively small, so people from other sects are allowed to challenge her, and they can still get rewards if they win.

Although the sect's strength was average, it was still a sect after all, and it still had some decent rewards. Therefore, some people would come to challenge it for the rewards.

It wasn't long before the competition began.

Looking below the stage, the competition was in full swing and the disciples were extremely enthusiastic.

There is even a way to play where you bet on someone to win.

"I'm going to make a big bet. The final winner of this competition will definitely be Senior Brother Xuan Jing."

"This is me, I bet too!"

"Is it possible that they are from other sects?"

"This... is a little hard to say."

"I don't care, I'm just betting, Brother Xuan Jing."

"Hey, hey, hey, we're getting off topic. We're betting on this game now."

The four elders on the viewing platform also began to chat.

Li Xiaoqing remained silent throughout the whole process, and nodded from time to time.

……

"Hey, this time it's Senior Sister Bai Si from Guixia Peak and Senior Brother Yifan from Wanhe Peak. Who do you think will win? Please start placing your bets now."

"I bet five hundred silver taels, and I bet Bai Si will win!"

"I, I, I, three hundred taels of silver, Ivan!"

"Six hundred taels of silver, Ivan!"

"One hundred... silver taels... Bai Si."

The sounds of these bets had long been drowned out by the shouts of the disciples and did not disturb the people on the stage.

Bai Si, who was standing on the stage, was wearing a snow-white long dress, and her pretty face was full of seriousness. She bowed politely and said, "Brother Yi, thank you for letting me."

Ivan, who was sitting opposite her, was handsome as a Pan An, with a tall figure, wearing a blue robe, holding a long sword, and had a dignified and upright temperament. He returned the greeting and bowed, saying: "Thank you."

The competition begins.

Both of them are at the peak of the foundation-building stage, but the skills they have learned and the weapons they use are different, so the results will also be different.

One white and one blue figure kept dancing on the ring, colliding and dodging fiercely.

Even so, everyone realized that Bai Si was at a disadvantage.

She kept dodging Ivan's attacks, and the white silk she swung out was shattered by the sword.

"You don't have to learn from me. Try another one."

In the tense atmosphere, a cold and careless voice sounded.

It was weak but carried with it a bit of spiritual power. I don't know if the disciples below the stage heard it, but Bai Si on the competition stage heard it clearly.

Bai Si did not continue to dodge. The white silk in her hand once again wrapped around Ivan's sword that was attacking her, and bound his hands, pulling them.

Ivan reacted quickly, loosened the hilt, broke free from the restraints, used his spiritual power to drive the sword, once again shredded the white silk, and attacked Bai Si with the blade.

Bai Si had been forced to the edge of the ring because of Ivan's sword power. If she retreated to avoid the sword, she would definitely be knocked off the ring and declared a failure.

At this moment, the disciples in the audience were sad, lamenting, and regretful...

Mo Xiuran, who was sitting on the viewing platform, shifted his gaze from Li Xiaoqing to Bai Si.

Just when everyone thought Bai Si was about to be knocked down, there was an unexpected reversal.

An exquisite fan appeared in Bai Si's hand, which blocked Ivan's attack. She turned the fan with ease, allowing the sword to turn in another direction along the handle of her fan.

The force was so great that Ivan couldn't retract his sword for a moment.

Bai Si also took this opportunity to jump back to the center of the ring.

She swung her hand beautifully, and the fan in her hand flew quickly towards Ivan.

In response, Ivan dodged it easily, but he didn't expect that several hidden weapons flew out of the fan and hit him.

Before the injured Ivan had time to recall the sword, Bai Si had already quickly got it, and the fan automatically flew back to her hand, knocking away the sword that was about to return to Ivan's hand.

In an instant, the sharp edge of the fan reached his neck.

"Brother Yi, you lose."

The reversal on stage was so huge that the audience fell into complete silence and were stunned.

Until the referee announces.

"Return to Xiafeng, Bai Si wins."

The audience burst into enthusiastic applause.

Bai Si handsomely took back the fan, and Ivan returned the gift respectfully, "I admire you."

On the viewing platform.

Elder Shen couldn't help but admire this scene and said, "Old Bai, your little girl is pretty good."

"I don't deserve it. Xiaoqing is the best teacher." Elder Bai said with a smile.

"Yes, yes. As expected of Qing'er from our sect."

Li Xiaoqing responded with a modest smile.

Her previous reminder off the court was not considered a foul, it was just considered as guidance, and of course other elders could do the same.

She knew from the original owner's memory that Bai Si was best at playing with a fan, but she didn't know why Bai Si spent most of her time learning from her to use white gauze or silk to make weapons.

Bai Si: I like Master and want to use the same weapon as Master.

After a few games it was Si Xuanjing's match.

The one who challenged him was a disciple of the Tiancang Sect who had the same Jindan cultivation level as him.

That man was a little arrogant, but he didn't expect that he would lose miserably in the duel with Si Xuanjing before even five rounds.

Mo Xiuran watched the game carefully.

Si Xuanjing...'s strength...made him feel a strong sense of crisis.

He also saw that when Si Xuanjing won, the first thing he did was to set his eyes on his master.

It seemed like he was proving something to Li Xiaoqing.

Mo Xiuran, who had the same thoughts, of course knew what Si Xuanjing was thinking.

The young man clenched his hands at his sides, his tender skin looked particularly cold and pale at this moment, his long and narrow eyelashes drooped densely and thinly, his eyes were cold and contained a sinister plot.

Even Li Xiaoqing who was sitting in front of him felt a little uncomfortable.

"system?"

【Here I am. 】

"What's the temperature today?"

[Ah? What's wrong with 23 degrees? ]

"fine."

system:?

It seemed to remember something and said.

[By the way, host, that Si Xuanjing likes the original owner. ]

The system continued.

[My information here is displayed like this. Because the original owner is an unimportant person in this world, there is not much talk about him in the main plot, so it is normal that you don’t know him.

I looked at him, and he looked at you in a strange way, so I reminded the host. Just in case. 】

"Thank you."

The system is quite considerate.

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