Yaoguang Fairy Path

Zhang Zeye was stunned when he heard this, then burst into laughter. "Brother Li, Brother Li, you are really getting better and better at having fun.

Why haven't we heard that you have two daughters? Are they illegitimate daughters? " The laughter was full of ridicule.

The other three also looked at Li Yunxiao with confusion, waiting for his answer.

Li Yunxiao twitched his eyes speechlessly and said, "What do you care about me? Can't I be an adopted daughter? As long as she can bring honor to my Li family, she is a good daughter. Are you jealous or something? Tsk."

The two people on the stage were naturally unaware of all this. Every collision was filled with gunpowder. During the close-range attack, Ling Haochen's left hand quietly reached around Ye Shuyao's waist during the interval between palm strikes. His eyes were full of teasing. He raised his eyebrows playfully and winked at Ye Shuyao, as if challenging her bottom line.

This scene happened to fall into Ling Yannan's eyes. His face instantly became extremely embarrassed, and he cursed in his heart: "What is this brat doing?"

Ye Shuyao's reaction was just as Ling Yannan had expected. Her eyes instantly became as cold as a knife.

He only uttered a few words coldly: "You don't want your hand anymore." That voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, carrying endless chill and murderous intent.

Before she finished speaking, Ye Shuyao stretched out her body and rushed towards Ling Haochen in an instant like a light swallow.

The Ice Soul Sword in his hand was now wrapped in lightning, and the sword body was flashing with dazzling light, as if it could cut off all obstacles.

The two sides clashed again, and fierce sparks burst out between the swords again.

Just as the opponent's sword tip was about to point to her face, a gleam of light flashed in Ye Shuyao's eyes. She bent down, her body as agile as a swimming fish, and her spiritual power surged like a spring, all pouring into the octagonal glazed tripod in her hand.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Shuyao threw the small tripod at Ling Haochen's waist with lightning speed and a fierce gust of wind.

Although the tripod is small, it is a divine weapon. The power contained in it is incomparable to ordinary magic weapons or spiritual weapons. The small tripod hit Ling Haochen's side with a whistling sound. Even if he has strong defense, it is enough to hurt him.

At this moment, the entire arena seemed to be shaken, and everyone's eyes were focused on this scene.

Ling Yannan stood up suddenly, feeling worried and wanting to beat this brat to death. It would be fine if he was just acting weird at other times, but he dared to do it at this time. He must be tired of living.

Ling Haochen was hit by her sudden attack and screamed, falling from the air to the edge of the competition stage. "He couldn't help but gasp and his face turned pale for a moment. Hey! Little Pepper, you are too cruel. You have to pay for my broken kidney."

Ye Shuyao glared at him with disdain and said, "Do you want a pair of pig kidneys as compensation?" Then, she took advantage of the situation and attacked him in the chest with lightning in her palm.

Many male disciples in the audience held their waists and took a deep breath. Even Chu Mo swallowed his saliva, feeling a dull pain in his waist, as if the blow had hit him.

"Senior brother, do you think Ling Haochen's kidney will be broken? Shuyao is so cruel," Chu Mo pulled Xiang Yan's sleeve.

Li Yuru, standing by, was grinning from ear to ear, slapping her thigh and saying, "He deserves to be crippled! Who laid hands on Yaoyao? If Yaoyao's master were here, I'm sure that brat wouldn't be able to save his hands!"

Xiang Yan, who was recovering from his injuries, opened his eyes and glanced at Ling Haochen who was holding his waist. He slowly said two words, "It's getting lighter."

Chu Mo...

Qingfeng: "That's too cruel. I have to stay away from female cultivators from now on."

Just when the opponent's palm was about to touch him, Ling Haochen seemed to sense the danger, and suddenly turned his body to the side, avoiding the fatal blow as slippery as a loach.

However, the next second, Ye Shuyao's sharp shadowless kick arrived as expected. A side kick was like lightning with a sound of breaking through the air, and directly kicked him off the arena.

This sudden change made everyone's eyes widen, and they looked at the scene in disbelief. Ling Haochen drew an awkward arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a muffled sound, "Oh, it hurts so much."

Li Yunxiao held a cup of hot tea in his hand and wanted to savor it leisurely, but at this moment he almost choked on the tea in his mouth.

He couldn't help but suppress a smile, his eyes flickering with uncontrollable joy. He thought to himself, "What's wrong with this kid from the Ling family? He's a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage after all, so how could he be made so miserable by Yao'er? This scene is really unbearable to watch."

Behind Ling Yannan, a group of disciples were also trying hard to suppress their laughter, their shoulders shaking, obviously amused by Ling Haochen's embarrassed appearance.

One of the disciples finally couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing. He quickly covered his mouth and muttered, "What the hell is our Senior Brother up to? Is this... still our usual serious and meticulous Senior Brother? Why does he look so ridiculous now?"

The female disciple next to him heard this and suppressed her laughter and whispered: "I suspect this senior brother is a fake."

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Seeing this, Ling Yannan couldn't help but rub his temples and glared at the disciples behind him, and they suddenly fell silent.

He thought to himself: "This brat is a late Nascent Soul cultivator and has gone crazy. He can't even beat a little girl in the Golden Core stage. He deserves it!" Although he was dissatisfied, he quickly ordered his disciples to help Ling Haochen go down to rest. After all, he still had to consider the family's reputation.

After kicking Ling Haochen off the stage, Ye Shuyao no longer paid attention to the noise from the audience. She just closed her eyes and stood quietly on the stage, with a faint chill surrounding her body.

That was the Ice Marrow Body at work, rapidly replenishing the consumed spiritual power, but there was no fluctuation on her face, as if the fierce battle just now was just a trivial matter to Ye Shuyao at the moment.

At this moment, the referee's voice sounded at the right time, announcing Ye Shuyao's victory.

Zhang Zeye burst into laughter. He patted Ling Yannan on the shoulder and teased, "Brother Ling, your Haochen has fallen into a big trouble this time."

Ling Yannan calmly lowered the hand on his shoulder, then turned his head and glanced at Zhang Zeye. A subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he said sarcastically, "Ah, Brother Zhang, it seems that the calmness of this little girl from the Li family is not easy to deal with. The younger generation in your family must work harder. Young people always need to temper their character."

But then again, if all your disciples were as gentle and refined as your young master, I'm afraid the path of cultivation would be difficult."

Zhang Zeye's face froze slightly when he heard this, but soon returned to normal.

He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with cunning, and responded pointedly, "Oh? Really? Brother Yan, you're wrong. Although my disciple isn't as brave and courageous as your eldest brother, he's more thoughtful, calm, and reserved. I think your eldest brother's defeat today might be a major test in his life. What do you think, Master Ling?"

The conversation between the two seemed peaceful and friendly on the surface, but in fact, there were undercurrents and a lot of tension.

Murong Cheng's eyes twitched. Young people nowadays are really...