The host is no longer a human today.

Sect competition.

Yan Changsui had fair skin, delicate features, and a tall and slender figure. The strands of hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind, making him look more carefree and unrestrained than usual, which attracted many female disciples.

"Let's not talk about anything else. Our Senior Brother Yan is really handsome. Looking at the entire Nine Star Sect, I'm afraid only Junior Brother can match him."

"Who says it's not true? Senior Brother is usually very handsome, but now he was killed in an instant in front of Senior Brother Yan."

"Alas, speaking of this, Junior Sister is a woman, and is not as pretty as Senior Brother Yan. Junior Brother should have finally come to his senses now."

Whether it was Feng Shuoxuan on the stage or Yin Shuangshuang in the audience, they all looked grim when they heard these discussions.

"Senior Brother, let's begin." Yan Changsui looked indifferent, as if he didn't hear other people's comments. He was the kind of person who was not easily surprised by praise or criticism. Compared with Feng Shuoxuan's petty-mindedness, the difference was obvious.

"The competition should be fair, so I won't let you win. If Junior Brother Yan loses, don't blame me."

After Feng Shuoxuan finished speaking hypocritically, he immediately drew his sword and stabbed Yan Changsui.

Yan Changsui glanced at Shen Zuixue who was staring at them from the audience. His eyebrows were slightly lowered, and he looked like a good boy, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, which made the girls in the audience feel excited again, and even some of the men were a little dazed.

Shen Zuixue was even more shocked.

Oh my god, his A-Sui is so handsome!

Yan Changsui withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, raised his sword and walked forward, his hair flying and brushing across his cheeks, and he easily resolved Feng Shuoxuan's full-strength attack while chatting and laughing.

The young man's bony hands moved slightly, and Feng Shuoxuan's sword flew out of the arena in a parabola.

There was a sigh from the audience.

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother couldn't even beat Senior Brother Yan..."

"That's right, it turns out that heroes emerge young."

Yan Changsui pursed his lips and smiled shyly, with a hint of shame between his eyebrows, "Big Brother, I'm so grateful for your kindness."

Feng Shuoxuan's face flushed red, and he looked at Yan Changsui with murderous intent in his eyes, "You were lucky to win in swordsmanship, but there are still physical skills and spiritual power training to come!"

Before he could finish his words, several thumb-thick lightning bolts landed beside Yan Changsui with a "boom", exploding into scattered sparks.

Yan Changsui leaped lightly, his clothes fluttering, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and when he landed, he was unharmed.

The audience continued to whisper.

"The important thing about the sect competition is the exchange of ideas. The sneak attack by the eldest brother is not the behavior of a gentleman."

"Although it is said that all is fair in war, but Senior Brother..."

"Don't be so careless when you're talking. There's no rule that says you can't use sneak attacks in sect competitions."

The discussions in the audience had no effect on the fight on the stage. Yan Changsui was forced to retreat again and again by Feng Shuoxuan's lightning, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that he still had some strength left, while Feng Shuoxuan was already in chaos.

Yan Changsui estimated that it was about time, his eyes turned, and he released spiritual power from his fingertips, directly transforming the spiritual energy into a sword, which split Feng Shuoxuan's lightning.

Feng Shuoxuan only felt a pain on his face, and a blood mark appeared on his face, with a piece of severed hair.

"Big Brother, you lose."

Yan Changsui looked at Feng Shuoxuan, who was panting awkwardly. He was tall and slender, with gentle eyes and brows, as if winning or losing could not affect his mood.

"Junior Brother Yan is very powerful." Feng Shuoxuan gritted his teeth, lowered his head to hide the anger in his eyes, and forced a smile.

After losing to Yan Changsui in public, his authority as the eldest senior brother might not be so strong in the future.