Refining divine pills, controlling divine beasts, and the useless lady is so cool

Tang Xiyang was looking at Mu Qingli when he asked the question. Mu Qingli simply replied, "Maybe we are more likable."

This was the first time Tang Xiyang had seen someone as boastful as himself, and he instantly liked Mu Qingli even more.

He wanted to ask more, but Mu Qingli quickly ended the conversation: "We have to go to the meeting place. See you again if we are lucky."

After saying that, Mu Qingli and the others ran towards the first party. Tang Xiyang also knew about the freshmen gathering, so he didn't try to stop them. However, he did look at Mu Qingli's back a few more times.

Although Mu Qingli was wearing a mask, he always felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had known her before, but he was also sure that he had never seen her before.

This time, the freshmen gathering was simply told about the sect competition that would be held in seven days, and everyone was asked to prepare. The rules of the sect competition were also mentioned, and then everyone was dismissed.

Mu Qingli and his companions wanted to go back and strengthen their training, but were stopped by Xuan Chengwen.

"Hello, my name is Xuan Chengwen. I'm sorry to stop you, but I want to challenge you. Is that okay? Even though I know I'll lose, I still want to compete with you."

A group of people instantly gathered around them, some wanted to watch the fun, and some wanted to see the joke.

But what they all want to see is whether Mu Qingli and others will accept Xuan Chengwen's challenge.

Xuan Chengwen was afraid they wouldn't agree, so he immediately put forward his own conditions: "I am willing to pay a thousand spirit stones as the cost of this challenge."

One thousand spirit stones is not a small amount for a student, enough to buy a saint-level pill.

Mu Qingli and his companions had just arrived. Although they had the spirit stones they had obtained from the Spirit King's ruins, they were limited.

It’s just a competition, but you can earn a thousand spirit stones, which is quite a deal.

Mu Qingli agreed, and Xuan Chengwen immediately took them to the arena.

The arena is where students compete and challenge each other. During the challenge, both sides will take out tokens, and after the challenge, all the tokens will belong to the winner.

There were dozens of arenas of various sizes in the venue, and when we arrived there, all the arenas were full.

But when they heard that Xuancheng Wen was going to challenge the sect master's new disciple, someone immediately gave up the arena. Whether it was a coincidence or something else, the arena was located in the center of the arena, where everyone could see it.

There were people in the arena who had never seen Mu Qingli and his companions before, and they all looked at them, wanting to see how different they were.

The disciples who were sparring with each other instantly sped up, as they also wanted to see the sparring between these freshmen.

Mu Qingli asked Luo Ning and Xuan Chengwen to have a competition, but Xuan Chengwen lost in just a few moments.

Xuan Chengwen didn't get angry. He politely bowed and handed the spirit stone to Luo Ning: "I lost. I wanted to compete with all seven of you, but now I feel that I need more experience."

Luo Ning accepted the spirit stone, comforted him, and then left the stage.

Xuan Chengwen was eager to practice, so he said goodbye to a few people and left in a hurry.

The others in the arena hadn't seen the excitement and were about to leave when Mu Qingli spoke up: "Dear brothers and sisters, we came here today to learn from you. Do you have time?"

The arena was silent for a moment, and finally someone said loudly, "Junior sister, if you want to spar with us, you must prepare spirit stones. If you lose, all of them will belong to us. Are you sure you want to spar with us?"

Mu Qingli looked at the person who asked the question and asked, "I wonder what your current cultivation level is, Senior Brother?"

The person who asked the question was stunned for a moment, then replied, "I am now at the eighth level of Spiritual Emperor."

"I'll challenge you for 1000 spirit stones. Are you willing?"

Mu Qingli's words made the senior brother even more stunned, thinking that she had misheard his cultivation level: "Junior sister, I am the eighth level of Spiritual Emperor. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

Mu Qingli nodded: "Please give me some advice, Senior Brother."

After hearing what she said, the senior brother stopped refusing, but in order to show that he was not taking advantage of Mu Qingli, he took out 2000 spirit stones and said, "Well, I can let you have three moves."

Mu Qingli smiled and did not refuse: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

The two men went up to the ring, and some people were whispering below.

"Will Junior Sister cry if she loses? Although she is powerful, she is not as advanced as Si Yang after all."

A girl felt that Mu Qingli would definitely lose, and couldn't help but say worriedly.

"Si Yang wouldn't be so cruel, right? She's my junior sister after all..."

A girl next to her was also worried.

"But the girl who fought him last time vomited blood."

The two girls looked at the stage worriedly while talking. Shangguan Xiyue smiled at them after hearing them and said, "Don't worry, Li'er won't lose."

The two girls looked at each other without saying anything. They felt that Shangguan Xiyue was too confident about Mu Qingli.

Shangguan Xiyue didn't care what they thought, her eyes were fixed on the ring.

On the stage, Mu Qingli asked again: "Brother, do you really want to give me three moves?"

Si Yang smiled faintly, full of confidence, as if he had guessed that Mu Qingli's three moves would not cause any harm to him: "I keep my word, go ahead and attack."

With the order from the elder of the arena, the ring battle officially began.

Mu Qingli didn't hesitate at all. His figure flashed like a white lightning and he instantly appeared in front of Si Yang. He launched an ordinary spiritual attack towards Si Yang's back.

A hint of surprise flashed in Si Yang's eyes. He didn't expect Mu Qingli to be so fast, but he remained calm. He slightly tilted his body and easily avoided the attack.

"The first move." Mu Qingli said softly. This move was just her test.

Si Yang smiled slightly, as if he didn't care about Mu Qingli's attack.

However, just as he was about to take on the second move, Mu Qingli's figure disappeared from the spot. This time, her figure moved quickly on the ring like a phantom, making it difficult to catch her.

This time, Mu Qingli took out the Lingbo Sword. She shook the sword lightly in her hand, and the tip of the sword drew a graceful arc, pointing directly at Si Yang's vitals. Si Yang's clothes on his arm were torn, and a blood mark appeared on his arm.

"The second move." Mu Qingli's voice sounded again, and this time, Si Yang's face changed slightly. He found that he could not completely avoid Mu Qingli's attack.

"You..." Before Si Yang could finish his words, Mu Qingli's third move had already arrived.

This time, her speed was even faster than before, and an afterimage appeared on the ring, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Si Yang only felt a powerful sword energy coming straight at his face. He wanted to dodge, but found that he had been locked by Mu Qingli's sword energy.

"The third move." Mu Qingli's voice was calm and firm. The tip of her sword lightly touched Si Yang's chest, and his body flew backwards involuntarily and landed outside the ring.