Junior sister took first place again

"The top ten on the Heavenly Ranking have been revealed!"

With this cloud-breaking shout, the entire Fuyue City was like boiling water poured into hot oil.

An old tea drinker sitting by the window on the second floor of the teahouse trembled, and the Biluochun tea splashed onto the gambling tickets spread out on the table. "Ouch! The high-grade spirit stones I bet on Cui's son!"

A thin man jumped out of the gambling house across the street, running furiously along the green tiles of the eaves. "The odds on Lan Qiqi at Sword Forging Villa are dropping again and again! Last three quarters of an hour to place your bets!"

Before he finished speaking, three copper coins "ding ding ding" were nailed to his feet. A cold snort came from the shadows of the street corner: "Xuanling Sect's Xiao Han's weapon is an immortal weapon, and he also held Lan Qiqi hostage? And He Ling's battle with the Burning River, have you seen it?"

Ning Jiasheng and Ji He activated the technique of concealing their breath and walked on the street, their ears filled with sporadic exclamations.

The copper kettle on the tea stall was startled and spit out white steam, wetting the "Chronicles of the Top Ten" in the storyteller's hand.

The old man was not annoyed, and wiped his beard in the mist: "Speaking of Xiao Han——"

He snapped open his folding fan, and frost formed on its surface. "The Ice Soul Sword Intent, personally taught by Immortal Master Meng Ze, can shatter the Heart Mirror from three meters away! Yesterday, when I faced Yun Yang of the Tianhe Yun Clan, the arena turned directly into an icy cave!"

There was a burst of cheers from the tea stall, and Ning Jiasheng heard someone behind him say:

"Xiao Han's 'Ice Soul Condensed Edge' is truly vicious!" The purple-robed monk's saliva splashed on the ice crystal sand table. "The other day, that guy from Lihuo Valley had his life flame frozen into an ice bead!"

Her hand holding the teacup paused slightly. Outside the window, the frost in the Sword Test Valley on the outskirts of the city had not melted for three days, and it was glowing an eerie blue in the setting sun.

Suddenly, lightning from Suzaku Bridge led the two to the weapons shop.

"Look at these scorch marks!" The blacksmith smashed the heavy sword against the sword-testing stone, and lightning patterns instantly covered the bluestone ground. "When Lan Qiqi slashed the disciples of the Vajra Sect, nine layers of heavenly thunder piled up on the sword blade—"

The hammer struck out with dazzling lightning, "The last Thunder Dragon Break directly cracked the body of the physical cultivator!"

Ning Jiasheng's fingertips brushed against the ice-patterned steel on the pavement. The material, which should have heated up due to lightning, felt cold to the touch—Young Master Lan's "Nine Heavens Thunder Art" had been refined to perfection.

As I turned the corner, a bloody smell wafted from the pharmacy.

"He Ling was incredibly ruthless," the old doctor said, shaking off the blood-stained bandage. "The young master of Baicao Sect had his Qi Sea destroyed by the Weak Water Sword..."

The pestle suddenly pierced the water bowl, rippling the dark blue liquid. "It's called a sparring match, but it's clearly aimed at destroying someone's foundation!"

Ning Jiasheng's earrings trembled slightly, but she continued forward without stopping.

The stars began to appear, and the armillary sphere on the city wall began to rotate.

"Immortal Lord Yan is the true immortal!" A young man pointed at the reversed star tracks in the water mirror. "Elder Qianji spent three days and three nights setting up the formation, but with just one turn of his compass..."

The starlight suddenly twisted into a cage, "All gates of life become gates of death!"

The shadows of the dark alley enveloped the last ray of sunlight.

"Xu Qing used the Soul-Devouring Copper Coin to break the formation." The hooded figure shook open the charred formation diagram, revealing Ji He's beautiful face. "On the surface, he's using the opponent's force to counter the opponent's force, but in reality..."

A slender finger pointed at the twenty-eight stars carved into the ground, "What's changed is the entire arena's energy!"

After turning three streets and nine alleys, the sound of wooden stakes breaking came from the martial arts hall.

"Senior Brother Fu's boxing skills are getting more and more tricky!" The burly man imitated the swing of his fist. "The other day, when he fought against the first disciple of the Yu Jian Sect, he used the 'Mountain Opening Style' to attack..."

He suddenly elbowed the wooden stake, a cold light flashing, "Actually, it's a cover for the Soul Sealing Burial Earth Technique, making the opponent's spiritual power sealed by the Xirang without knowing it, and then knocking him out of the ring with one move!"

The fragrant breeze from the Rouge Shop intercepted the final information.

"There's something fishy about Ji Yu's necklace illusion..." the girl swung the Soul-Devouring Pearl earrings. "Twelve clones, but the real one is wearing this!"

When the midnight gong sounded, she stood in front of the notice board.

The moonlight gilded the names of the top ten with a silver edge, and fragments of exclamations drifted from behind:

"I heard that Xiao Han specializes in freezing fire to cultivate his own magical weapon..."

"Lan Qiqi's Thunder Dragon Breaker has a paralyzing and poisonous effect..."

Yan Jiuyuan can predict his opponent's actions three breaths in advance..."

The chill of the ice-patterned steel, the devilish aura of the Weak Water Sword, and the unusual movements of the Star Track Array intertwined into a web in her sea of ​​consciousness.

"Sign up." She pressed the nameplate onto the black iron book.

"Team name?"

"Nirvana."