A sharp-tongued woman travels through a book and changes the ruthless Taoist female cultivator

"Out of 2,000 people, there are a total of 100 people who have entered the semi-finals."

"Each person will challenge three times. The first time, 13 will be reduced to . The second time, will be reduced to . The third time, one person will be given a bye, and will be reduced to . In the end, there will be people who enter the final round."

"In the preliminaries, cultivators with outstanding performances will have the opportunity to choose their semi-final opponents. This selection must be made within half an hour before each competition begins."

Feng Wuhen's gaze moved through the crowd, finally settling on Yun Yueqing's calm and composed figure.

He thought to himself that he must beat her until she didn't know which way was which and make her pay for her big talk.

Just as he was about to take a step forward and announce his choice.

A figure with plain clothes and ordinary face suddenly flashed by, stood in front of the registration counter, and said in a low but firm voice, "I choose number 27."

Yun Yueqing flipped the number plate in her hand and it showed number 27.

The man had a smug smile on his face, his eyes full of confidence that he was about to win easily.

He searched for a long time and finally found No. 27, who was neither famous nor a woman.

He looked around, as if looking for Yun Yueqing's reaction, wanting to see the other party's panic.

However, Yun Yueqing in the crowd still remained calm, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, dappling onto her face, creating a tranquility that was otherworldly.

Seeing this, the man couldn't help but sneer in his heart, thinking that this was just a pretense of calmness. Little did he know that the real storm was often hidden beneath the calm appearance.

After everyone had chosen their designated monks, the order of the arena was announced and hung high on a notice board on one side of the square.

The crowd surged like a tide, rushing to the notice board, standing on tiptoe, leaning sideways, squinting, trying to find their names and opponents in the densely packed list.

Feng Wuhen squeezed in the crowd, scanning every line with sharp eyes, and finally found his own match information, with a cold smile on his lips.

At the same time, Yun Yueqing's name also appeared prominently. The man facing her was the one who was dressed simply but full of confidence.

Soon, the horn for the ring match sounded, and dust flew on the ring. Wen Chu Ning's figure was light and graceful, and her white clothes were as white as snow, fluttering in the wind.

There was a disdainful smile on her lips, and her eyes were full of confidence and arrogance.

In front of her, the opponent seemed like a weak insect, vulnerable to any attack.

She flashed and instantly appeared beside her opponent. The long sword in her hand drew a brilliant sword light and brought up a sharp gust of wind.

The opponent widened his eyes in horror and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

With a "swish" sound, the long sword penetrated the opponent's body protection spiritual power, and blood spurted out.

Wen Chu Ning put away her sword and stood there, her face full of pride, as if all this was within her expectations and she had just completed the battle with ease.

Everyone was surprised, and the audience below the ring covered their mouths, their eyes full of shock.

Under the sunlight, the glaring red on the ring was particularly shocking.

The opponent's body fell to the ground weakly, and blood continued to flow out of the wound on his chest, staining his clothes and the surrounding dust red.

His eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness and fear, as if he couldn't believe that he would lose his life in this competition.

Wen Chu Ning's figure looked particularly cold in the pool of blood. Her sword was dripping with blood, like a Shura returning from hell, making people feel chilled.

The air around seemed to be frozen, and the only sound was the rustling of leaves in the breeze and people's suppressed gasps.

The referee raised the flag high in his hand and announced in a loud voice: "Wen Chu Ning wins this match!"

The flag drew a bright arc in the air, and then suddenly fell down, as if cutting off all the opponent's hopes.

Wen Chu Ning tilted her head slightly, letting the sunlight shine on her face. Her smile looked particularly bright and cold in the interweaving of light and shadow.

She slowly turned around and swept her eyes over the people below the ring. Her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything and see directly into the fear and awe in people's hearts.

The audience involuntarily took a step back, shocked by the powerful aura emanating from her.

"This... this is terrible. If I... if I draw Wen Chu Ning in the next round, I will definitely forfeit."

The others echoed, "Me...me too."

Wen Chu Ning stood on one side of the ring, his cold and arrogant gaze piercing through the crowd like a sharp sword, shooting straight at Yun Yueqing.

The sunlight danced between her brows, but seemed unable to warm her cold heart.

The corners of her mouth curled up into a cruel smile, and she opened her red lips slightly, uttering three words: "Wait for death."

When it was Feng Wuhen's turn, he walked onto the stage leisurely.

The opponent on the opposite side clenched his fists, his face full of tension.

Feng Wuhen curled up the corner of his mouth into a faint smile, and his body was as fast as the wind, lightly avoiding the opponent's first attack.

He did not fight back immediately, but instead leisurely moved around his opponent, occasionally making a probing move but then cleverly retracting it, as if he was toying with a trapped beast.

After three rounds, the opponent was sweating profusely, and his offensive power was gradually weakening. Feng Wuhen's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stopped and threw a punch, the wind whistling, directly hitting the opponent's chest.

The opponent staggered back and looked at Feng Wuhen in disbelief, but Feng Wuhen just patted his sleeves lightly and smiled indifferently. The winner was decided.

The referee raised the flag high in his hand and said in a steady and powerful voice: "Feng Wuhen wins this match!"

As the flag drew a graceful arc in the air, it suddenly fell down and the dust settled.

Feng Wuhen stepped down from the ring with a brisk pace and a hint of triumph.

He walked through the crowd, his eyes searching for something, and finally locked onto Yun Yueqing.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he deliberately quickened his pace and walked straight towards her.

When he was less than a centimeter away from Yunyue, he suddenly turned sideways and his shoulder lightly bumped into hers. The force was not great, but it was enough to make her stagger slightly.

He stopped and turned around, his eyes filled with provocation and contempt.

"You useless piece of shit, don't even fail the first round. I'm still waiting to choose you in the next round."

As he spoke, his eyes were like two sharp knives, trying to pierce Yun Yueqing's calmness.

Yun Yueqing's expression remained calm. She gently patted the shoulder that Feng Wuhen had bumped into, as if brushing away dust.

"Don't worry, choose me. I will definitely leave you with an intact body."

Although her words were calm, they seemed to be stating a simple fact.

After she finished speaking, she tilted her head slightly, a strand of hair brushed across her cheek in the wind, and she gently raised her hand and tucked the hair behind her ear elegantly.

Feng Wuhen's pupils shrank slightly when he heard this. "Everyone is good at talking nonsense. Just wait, I will designate you as my opponent in the next round. Let's see how stubborn you are."