Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

"Host, don't worry. You are Yan Yun and Yan Yun is you."

Duocai's proud voice sounded, "Don't worry about us working."

Yan Yun was a little worried just now, but after hearing its words, he felt relieved.

When she returned to Linshuiju, several disciples were already waiting for her.

"Yanyun, we are here!"

They came forward and showed her everything that needed to be recycled, their eyes full of anticipation.

Yan Yun quickly helped them to calculate the money, and paid them immediately without any further ado.

Because of this incident, her reputation has improved a lot now. As the saying goes, no one can refuse someone who can bring benefits to themselves.

She opened the door and went back into the house, writing down every account together.

During this time, Ning Wanwan came back, glanced at her, and quickly looked away.

The martial arts competition will begin the day after tomorrow. Yan Yun quickly took note of the accounts and continued to practice.

Because she understood the intergeneration of the five elements, she could practice much faster than before. She believed that it would not be long before she could break through to the eighth level of Qi training.

The night before the martial arts competition, Yan Yun was practicing sword and suddenly stopped.

"Uncle Master, if someone takes over his body, how can we beat him back to his original form?"

"What do you ask for this?"

Zhou Zhengyuan didn't even raise his eyelids.

"A friend of mine hasn't been like himself lately, and I'm a little worried about him."

There was a hint of worry in Yan Yun's eyes, and he looked genuine and sincere, not fake at all.

"That's easy. Just take him to our sect's Conscience Stone."

Zhou Zhengyuan then opened his eyes and looked at her.

"The Heart Stone?"

"Whether it's possession, possession or something else, the Heart Stone can force it out for you."

"But not everyone can use it..."

Before he could finish his words, he fell into a deep sleep again.

"Host, what are you going to do?"

Duocai's curious voice sounded, and he always felt that the host was secretly holding back a big move.

Yan Yun did not respond to it, which made it even more curious.

Duocai is only afraid of one thing, that the host destroys the world and causes the entire world to collapse... After all, it has three lives and it has encountered madness before.

When the sun rose from the east the next day, Yan Yun put away his sword and stared blankly at the distant mountainside.

Today's morning glow is amazing, with orange and gold reflected in the red glow, as if the sacred fire of the phoenix's nirvana is interweaving in the sky.

She simply tidied herself up and prepared for her first battle in this world.

The martial arts competition is held at Fengyuntai.

The Fengyuntai is not on the ground, but suspended in the air in the center of Changle Sect.

Yan Yun followed the crowd into the teleportation array and arrived at the top after a while.

Fengyuntai is made of black gold stone, so only faint traces of fighting are left on it over the years.

Surrounding the Fengyun Terrace are densely packed stands.

Looking up further, there is a huge projection stone that can display the duel between disciples for everyone to see.

First, it allows all the audience to see clearly, and second, it can also serve as a supervisory function.

It was very noisy here at this time, with a group of people of all sizes gathered together talking.

"Senior brother."

Yan Yun gently patted Jiang Qinghe who was alone, "Why are you here alone?"

It was not like him to be so lonely.

His eyes, which had been drooping, lit up the moment he heard her voice, "I didn't know anyone, but now I do."

Jiang Qinghe turned his head. His eyebrows were actually very sharp, but because they had not yet opened, they still looked a bit childish.

"This year we specially invited disciples from the Divine Doctor Valley to come and provide us with logistics support, you see."

Looking in the direction of his finger, I saw a group of disciples wearing uniform white and blue clothes.

Each of them carried a medicine box on his back and surrounded the tallest man.

But the distance was too far and Yan Yun couldn't see their faces clearly.

"Disciples who are watching the game, please go to the spectator seats and sit down immediately—"

"Participating disciples please go to your respective competition venues—"

……

"Junior sister, I believe in you. It doesn't matter what place you get..."

Jiang Qinghe wanted to say a few more words, but was quickly swept away by the crowd, who kept looking back at her.

Yan Yun smiled back, waved at him and turned around to find his own playing field.

"Silence—all of you—"

Liang Xun stood on the high platform, overlooking everyone.

His voice spread throughout Fengyuntai with spiritual power, and the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator was released, which immediately made everyone quiet down.

He briefly introduced the rules and said some encouraging words.

The first match is an elimination match, one-on-one, and the winner advances to the next match. Generally, half of the people can be eliminated in this match.

Because it is a lottery system, it depends purely on luck what kind of opponent you will encounter.

Fengming Sect, Qi training level seven, value literature.

It seems that she is lucky, as her participating group is composed of people who have practiced Qi from the fifth to the ninth level.

Generally, if you draw someone of a higher level than yourself, it all depends on your skills.

The stratification of martial arts skills among those who practice Qigong is not too obvious, and it only begins to gradually widen when they reach the foundation-building stage.

The competition lasted for a quarter of an hour. She was the 76th one, so she had to wait for a long time...

She sat obediently in the waiting area, watching the duel on the projection stone and learning from it.

"Junior Brother Shang, don't worry. She is always ranked last every year. She can't even hold the sword steadily every time she goes up."

A young man's voice came from behind, "No, she is just ahead."

"Brother, it's wrong to say bad things about others behind their backs..."

Shangwen is small, with a chubby face and round eyes that look innocent and naive.

"What are you afraid of? She's so brave. If she hears it, she won't dare..."

"You're wrong, I dare you."

Yan Yun drew her sword as she was told to. However, since it was inconvenient to bring out the Dawn Sword, she temporarily replaced it with the magic sword distributed by the sect.

Looking at the sharp blade in front of him, Zhou was a little stunned. He looked at her face several times as if he didn't believe it.

She is not the timid girl that one would imagine. Her features are gentle, but her hand movements are extremely sharp.

The people around them looked at them and whispered, and from time to time someone made a surprised sound, as if they didn't believe that this was Yan Yun.

After all, Yan Yun is not only famous in Changle Sect, but also has a certain reputation in other sects... although it is not a good thing.

"Apologize."

"You! I'm telling the truth, why do you want me to apologize?"

Zhou was so angry that he reached out to move her sword away.

"Apologize."

She reiterated that the sword in her hand did not move at all because of Zhou Juran's action!

"sorry!"

Seeing everyone looking at him, Zhou's face turned red and he apologized reluctantly.

Yan Yun looked at it coldly, then retracted his sword and returned to his position.

In the corner of my eye, I saw the figures of Song Qingyue, Wen Qingyu and others.

She just did it on purpose for them to see.

Yan Yun's mouth corners slightly raised, isn't it just to catch some clues? Then she gave them a chance.