This female leader is a little bit stronger

If he admitted that he was presbyopic, wouldn't this girl insist that he had the wrong person?

How cunning!

The following dozens of competitions were uneventful, with the odds of winning and losing being roughly 50-50, and the fights were evenly matched.

Although the overall cultivation level of the Tianning Sect's disciples is weaker than that of the Xuanming Sect, some of them have been blessed with the magical weapons in the Wanjian Tomb, and their winning rate can be caught up to that of the Xuanming Sect.

In the second half of the competition, Xuanmingzong won five consecutive victories.

Zhao Shen was secretly happy.

Xuanming Sect crushes Tianning Sect, this is the scene he wants to see most!

But when he turned around and found that Ning Ye was happy regardless of winning or losing, his joy was immediately poured with a bucket of cold water!

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

She can't be so open-minded, she must be pretending!

To pierce her cheerful facade, Zhao Shen began to make small talk: "Young Sect Master Ning, as the saying goes, victory and defeat are commonplace. Your Tianning Sect's current strength is already remarkable. I hope you won't hide your discomfort inside. You're young, and even if you show it, others won't laugh at you."

Hearing this, Ning Ye glared at him, "I told you you're presbyopic, but you still refuse to admit it. Which eye of yours saw me in pain? Besides, the competition is only halfway through, and the winner hasn't been decided yet. You should be focusing on yourself. If Xuanming Sect loses, where will you put your face?"

Zhao Shen's face turned pale and blue after being confronted by her. After a long while, he finally managed to say, "You don't need to remind me. Xuanming Sect will not lose."

As soon as he said this, Xuanmingzong lost five games in a row.

This time, the score between the two sides was tied again.

Zhao Shen's expression was so ugly that it could no longer be described.

So when he wanted to speak again, the two elders, one male and one female, immediately jumped up and covered his mouth!

"Elder Zhao, the tea is delicious, have a few more sips!"

"The dim sum is delicious, please have some more!"

As long as he opens his mouth, Xuanmingzong will lose, so let him shut up!

Ning Ye watched every competition very seriously.

Her disciples fought hard in the arena and earned glory for the sect, and this was the respect she deserved.

Furthermore, not every disciple won as easily as they did in the first three games. Some of them were unlucky and encountered enemies who were much stronger than themselves, but no one gave up easily.

Some people even fought to the last bit of their strength, and after falling off the ring, their bodies were soaked in blood and sweat.

Even if you lose the game, you win the will.

So Ning Ye really doesn't care about winning or losing.

For her, having such a group of disciples makes her the winner in life.

Besides, the disciples of Xuanming Sect are indeed powerful, especially those who are taught directly by the emperor. They have perfect cultivation, solid foundation, both offensive and defensive capabilities, and no flaws. They are invincible in the same realm.

Except for the top few in Tianning Sect, others would have almost no chance of fighting against them.

But the miraculous thing is that the score between the two sides never widened.

At the end of the competition, both teams won 48 games each and had three draws.

The last game became the deciding game.

When Zhao Shen saw the two people who drew number 100, the corners of his mouth were crooked with smiles, and he felt that his team's victory was a foregone conclusion.

The person who walked onto the stage of Xuanmingzong was a tall young man with a handsome and dignified appearance. He wore a jade crown on his head and held a Nine Phoenix White Jade Sword in his hand.

The aura of a peak Golden Core was strong and complete. Wherever he stood, the disciples of Xuanming Sect screamed wildly, especially the female disciples. Ning Ye almost felt the enthusiasm of fans chasing their idol in his previous life!

"Ahhhhhh!!! Big Brother!"

"Come on, Big Brother!

"Big Brother will win!"

"..."

On the other hand, the Tianning Sect only had a young man in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm who was wearing a mask. The huge gap made the disciples of the Tianning Sect cry out that something was wrong and they couldn't help but feel dejected.

"We were so unlucky in the last game. The weakest one got drawn against the strongest one!"

"That masked guy seems to be from the main peak. I heard he's quite talented, but he just broke through to the Golden Core stage not long ago. He hasn't practiced against anyone in the Golden Core stage yet. It looks like we're going to lose the last match."

"Damn it! How could this happen?"

"..."

Not only was the atmosphere in the audience divided, but the atmosphere in the elders' seats was also the same, half delighted and half solemn.

Zhao Shen's cheeks were almost numb from laughing. His mood had been so up and down until now, and now he could finally hold his head high and feel proud. He was so proud that he couldn't help but find trouble with Ning Ye again, "Young Sect Master Ning, I think we don't have to fight this last round, right?"

Ning Ye asked back: "If you don't want to fight, you will just admit defeat?"

Zhao Shen choked, but wasn't annoyed at all, thinking Ning Ye was just being stubborn. Pointing at the handsome disciple on the stage, he said, "That disciple, Fang Nianzhou, is not only the eldest brother of the Xuanming Sect's Jindan-stage disciples, but also the Sect Master's own disciple. Born with a natural sword bone, he was brought back to the Sect by the Xuanming Sect Master at the age of six to be personally trained. He's practiced for twenty years and has never been defeated."

"Born with sword bones?"

Ning Ye looked at Fang Nianzhou a few more times and found that this man had eyebrows like peaks, eyes bright and clear, and a natural aura hidden in his temperament. He was tall and straight, looking like a sharp sword that had not been unsheathed.

When Ning Ye was looking at him, the other party seemed to have sensed something and looked towards him from afar. The Nine Phoenix White Jade Sword in his hand vibrated slightly, making Ning Ye immediately feel a strong sword intent about to be unsheathed.

"This kid ignored Bai Jingze and wants to find me as his opponent?"

Ning Ye understood what he meant and sighed: You're really looking for death.

Zhao Shen urged, "If Sect Leader Ning insists on having the final match, why not announce it now?"

"Not urgent."

Ning Ye stood up holding the small gourd, and her body suddenly turned into smoke. The next moment, she appeared on the ring, next to Bai Jingze.

Fang Nianzhou's eyes lit up, and at the same time the sword in his hand shook even more violently. It took a lot of willpower to suppress it!

His sword would only show such excitement when he encountered a strong opponent.

Fang Nianzhou couldn't wait to introduce himself to Ning Ye, his voice clear and bright: "Master Ning, I'm Nianzhou. I wonder if I could spar with you once!"

Ning Ye said to him, "Your opponent is not me. Do you mind if I have a few words with my disciple?"

Fang Nianzhou felt a little regretful, but still nodded generously, "You can tell me what you want."

There was a sighing sound outside, but Ning Ye ignored it completely, beckoned his hand, and asked Bai Jingze to come closer to his ear.

Bai Jingze was very surprised and lowered his head to whisper in her ear, "Xiao Ye Zi?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Fang Nianzhou's eyes seemed to be glued to Ning Ye. He turned around and used his body to block his sight.

Fang Nianzhou: ...

Ning Ye asked him, "Xiao Aze, do you want to fight this time? Actually, it doesn't matter even if we lose."