Quick Wear: The White-Eyed Wolf Punishment Plan

On the day of the sect competition, the entire venue was bustling with activity. The disciples looked at the arena with longing, while discussing with their fellow disciples who would be the champion of this competition.

Some say it was Wei Rongxiu of Yuan Yizong, while others say it was Yang Qianqiu of the Wenxuan School. There are many different opinions.

Sitting on the high seat, the leader of the Yuanyi Sect stroked his beard, looking very happy, and deliberately teased the leader of the Shangqing Sect.

"Sect Master Qin, I heard that your Shangqing Sect accepted a young and amazing young man half a year ago. I wonder if we can see him on stage today?"

Qin Huanzhong laughed and said modestly: "It's not amazing at all, it's just so-so, just so-so, hahaha."

It was clearly just a polite remark, but unexpectedly, the leader of the Yuan Yi Sect opposite him said it seriously.

"It's true that you're average, Old Qin. You're no different. If you don't have that kind of talent, don't think about retreating to break through. Go out and travel more. Maybe one day God will have mercy on you and grant you a talented disciple to support Shangqing Sect for you."

As soon as he finished his sentence, Qin Huanzhong's face darkened.

The other clan leaders were all watching the show and didn't forget to chime in.

"Oh, Sect Master Qin, without your master, your Shangqing Sect is getting worse every year."

"I think, unless the old sect master is reincarnated, you Shangqing Sect..."

Before he finished speaking, he tutted several times, and then sighed in pretended regret. His attitude was just short of saying that the reason why Shangqing Sect is not good is that you, the Sect Master, are just mediocre~

Qin Huanzhong just couldn't refute. After all, in terms of strength, he was really not as good as them. He could only swallow his anger.

I thought to myself, just wait and see, when Yan Ziying comes out on top, you guys still dare to look down on others!

In fact, although Yan Ziying is very talented, he is still not as good as Wei Rongxiu, Yang Qianqiu and others.

But now he has the hairpin on his crown as his trump card, and he was infused with true energy last night, so it is difficult for him not to win.

What's more, he has a secret weapon~

Yan Siqing, who was hiding in the dark, sneered.

When he tried to snatch the hairpin from the original owner, wasn't this shameless old man quite unreasonable and domineering?

Why did you lose your temper in front of these sect leaders?

So he is just a person who bullies the weak and takes advantage of his strength?

The sect competition began, and one competition after another was dazzling to watch.

When Yan Ziying represented the Shangqing Sect, the sect leaders showed disdain, but after seeing Yan Ziying fight several beautiful matches, their expressions became serious.

Yan Ziying on the stage, looking at the disciples of Yuan Yizong opposite him, showed an arrogant smile on his face, and said arrogantly, "Brother, you can't even hold the sword steadily, how can you have the nerve to go on stage?"

The disciple opposite him showed shame and anger on his face. He covered his clothes that were torn by Yan Ziying's deliberate humiliation and looked at him with gritted teeth.

"you!"

Yan Ziying raised his chin slightly, very arrogant and disdainful: "Me? Senior Brother, you are not good at learning, are you going to blame me?"

The other party had nothing to say, just shook his sleeves and left.

Taking the seat, Qin Huanzhong deliberately ignored the confused looks from the other sect leaders and said, "Oh my, isn't that the second disciple of Yuan Yi Sect? Thank you, thank you, hahaha."

As he spoke, he bowed towards the leader of Yuan Yi Zong. He looked very humble, but everyone could see the smile on his face. Who knows how happy this old fellow must be in his heart.

The leader of Yuanyi Sect said coldly, "We have only just reached the end of this competition. Everyone, just wait and see."

He firmly believed that with Wei Rongxiu in their sect, there was no way they could be defeated by the Shangqing Sect!

After that, Yan Ziying fought several more matches, and each time ended with humiliating his opponent, which immediately made the disciples of all the sects present, except the Shangqing Sect, angry.

If Yan Ziying and Shangqing Sect had not done those things like stealing treasures, humiliating, framing and slandering the original owner, this scene would look like a dilapidated sect being led by the talented protagonist to soar to the sky and be proud of itself.

Finally, it was Yan Ziying's turn to compete with Wei Rongxiu of Emperor Yizong of Yuan Dynasty. Yan Ziying still looked arrogant because of his talent.

"Brother Wei, please don't just give in to me because I've only been practicing for a short time~"

These words were really cunning, and they made the defeated opponent who had just been beaten very angry.

Moreover, there was a hint of pride and arrogance in his extraordinary talent, as if he was saying, even if you guys have been practicing since childhood, you will still be beaten to ashes by me.

"Hmm," Wei Rongxiu said indifferently, completely ignoring Yan Ziying's move.

Yan Ziying, who had always been the center of the crowd since he was a child, couldn't stand it here.

He immediately gathered all his strength and launched an attack on the opposite side.

After a few rounds, the two were evenly matched... In fact, the difference was already clear.

Yan Ziying was too successful in several matches. After failing to hit Wei Rongxiu several times, he lost his composure and just attacked blindly.

On the other hand, Wei Rongxiu was calm and composed, his silent eyes seemed to have seen through the other side.

When Yan Ziying's sword stabbed at him again, his eyes darkened and the sword in his hand stabbed straight forward.

The two swords clashed and passed each other, but neither could hurt the other.

But in the next second, Wei Rongxiu gathered the strength of his left hand and slapped Yan Ziying hard on the chest.

Yan Ziying fell onto the competition stage.

"How...how is it possible!"

This exclamation caused the other disciples in the audience, who had long been dissatisfied with him, to boo.

"Tsk, you just won a few games by chance, do you really think you are invincible?"

"But to be honest, I've watched so many matches from the audience, and Yan Ziying's swordsmanship isn't that good. Why..."

One of the disciples who had suffered at the hands of Yan Ziying said, "His swordsmanship is not good, but he is so powerful. After fighting with him, I couldn't even move my hands. It was my master who healed my wounds."

"It's true. It may take you several hits to hurt him, but for him to hurt you, only one hit is enough to be fatal!"

"Quick! Look at the stands."

Wei Rongxiu frowned, looking at the broken sword in his hand, and had a rough guess in his mind.

Just as he was about to expose something, Yan Ziying on the opposite side suddenly jumped up, ripped off the inconspicuous hairpin on his head and flew towards Wei Rongxiu.

Logically speaking, Wei Rongxiu could have dodged it by just turning slightly to the side, but he couldn't move!

The spiritual energy on the hairpin was so overbearing that it could actually hold a person steady in place. One could imagine what the consequences would be if one was stabbed by the hairpin.

Everyone looked at this scene in amazement, wanting to see who would win the competition.

Yan Ziying had a determined smile on his face.

He had already tested the spiritual power of this hairpin. Even his master could be hurt by it, let alone Wei Rongxiu.

At that time he was even cursing, "That damn little girl actually hid this treasure right under his nose." Haha, fortunately it's his now.

"Wei Rongxiu, prepare to die!"

The champion of this year's sect competition must be Yan Ziying! He will become famous overnight! He will become an unattainable existence for disciples of all sects.

Yan Ziying will be a legend throughout his life! Hahaha!

Seeing that the hairpin was about to pierce him, Wei Rongxiu broke out in a cold sweat, but the next second, the hairpin stopped right in front of him.

Yan Siqing took off the domineering hairpin with his empty hands and played with it in his hands.

He turned to look at Yan Ziying, whose face was broken.

"Bitch! Bitch!" Yan Ziying reacted and pointed at Yan Siqing and cursed!

"What are you doing! What are you doing! Bitch! Are you looking for death?!"