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

Yun Yueqing faced Feng Wuhen's provocation with disdain, and just raised her eyes slightly, with a faint smile on her lips as always.

Yun Yue walked slowly towards the ring, each step seemed so calm and unhurried, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with her.

Below the arena, the crowd was bustling with discussion: "Who is this? An unknown kid, never heard of him."

"Hmph, it's probably that ignorant newcomer who dared to sign up for the battle for the Nine-Tailed Spirit Cat."

Yun Yueqing's opponent was the man who was dressed simply but looked confident.

He stood on the other side of the ring, his eyes fixed on Yun Yueqing, a scornful smile on his lips, as if he was sure that he could subdue the seemingly fragile girl in front of him with one blow.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a faint fluctuation of spiritual power gathered in his palm, as if ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

However, Yun Yueqing still looked calm, and even her eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Just by gently raising your hand and moving your fingertips, an invisible force quietly spreads.

She twirled her fingertips lightly, and it seemed as if fine threads were entwined in the air, slowly guiding her opponent's movements.

The opponent's attack was as fierce as the tide, but when it touched the invisible barrier around her, it was like a drop in the ocean, disappearing without a trace.

She was light and lithe, her steps were slight, and every dodge was just right, neither too far nor too close, always maintaining a subtle distance.

The more fierce the opponent's attack, the calmer she responded. Her occasional counterattack was just a light swing, but it could make the opponent pause and hinder the attack.

The noise in the audience gradually turned into astonishment. In their eyes, the "young-haired girl" was making every step difficult for the confident man in an almost playful manner, but they could not see through her true depth.

Someone raised their doubts: "Judging from the spiritual power this girl used, her cultivation level is only slightly higher than the man opposite, barely in the late Foundation Establishment stage. But why are her movements so agile? She doesn't look like a Foundation Establishment cultivator at all."

Another person replied, "No matter how agile you are, your spiritual power is there. It's useless against a truly powerful opponent."

Feng Wuhen stood on the stage, his arms folded across his chest, a cruel smile on his lips, his eyes full of disdain and contempt for Yun Yueqing.

He thought to himself, "How dare a mere Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator be so arrogant? I will definitely choose her as my first opponent and let her know the immensity of the world."

His eyes grew colder, as if he had foreseen the tragic scene of Yun Yueqing being beaten by him. The sneer at the corner of his mouth grew more ferocious, as if he had tasted victory in advance.

Yun Yueqing slightly tilted her body, deliberately revealing an imperceptible flaw. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the opponent's eyes. Thinking that he had finally found a good opportunity to counterattack, he pounced on her fiercely.

However, Yun Yueqing raised a playful smile at the corner of her mouth, letting him help her, and her opponent brushed past Yun Yueqing's forearm.

One point was awarded, for a total of 16 points.

At the same time, she flicked her fingertips slightly, and a thin spiritual power quietly wrapped around the opponent's ankle, tripping him lightly. The opponent suddenly lost balance and stumbled a few steps.

There were bursts of exclamations from the audience. Yun Yueqing took the opportunity to wave his sleeves, and a stream of spiritual power cut through the air and accurately hit the scoreboard on the opponent's chest. With a "beep", 17 points.

The whistle for the end of the game sounded at this moment, and the referee loudly announced: "16 to 17, No. 27 Xiaoyan wins!"

The opponent pounded the ground angrily, and in the dust, his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.

Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the ring, splashing tiny water droplets.

He was breathing heavily, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death battle, his eyes fixed on Yun Yueqing, full of disbelief.

He murmured to himself: "Just a little bit, just a little bit, and I will win."

However, he did not notice that a subtle deep meaning flashed across Yun Yueqing's indifferent eyes.

This victory was achieved deliberately, as she was afraid of revealing her strength too early and causing unnecessary trouble. Her true strength was far more than this.

The referee's resounding voice echoed throughout the arena: "The first round of competition has concluded successfully. All monks, please take a short break. The second round will begin in one hour."

"Those monks who have the opportunity to choose their opponents, please complete the selection within half an hour."

Feng Wuhen's figure flashed and he leaped to the center of the arena. He stared directly at the referee with a glare as sharp as a knife and said in a loud voice, "I want to choose number 27, Xiaoyan!"

His voice echoed in the arena like a thunderclap, attracting everyone's attention.

Feng Wuhen curled up the corner of his mouth into a cruel smile, his eyes full of provocation and disdain, as if he had already seen Yun Yueqing's tragic defeat at his hands.

Yun Yueqing stood at the edge of the ring, calm and composed. She just raised her hand slightly, and moved her fingertips slightly, as if everything was under her control.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting Feng Wuhen's, a barely perceptible hint of teasing flashing in her eyes.

Inside the arena, the crowd was noisy and talking.

"It was just a one-point difference. Number 27's victory was just luck. That man underestimated his opponent and that's why he lost."

Someone murmured softly, glancing at Yun Yueqing from time to time, full of suspicion and disdain.

"This girl is finished. The victory she just had was a narrow one. Now that she's facing the undefeated legend Feng Wuhen, she can only expect to lose."

An hour passed in a flash, and the second round of competition began.

The sunlight slanted onto the arena, casting a golden glow on the upcoming showdown.

Yun Yue walked slowly towards the center of the arena, and every step seemed so calm and unhurried, as if she was carrying a heavy weight, yet as light as the wind.

Feng Wuhen had been waiting on the ring for a long time. He had a tall and straight figure, eyes as sharp as an eagle, and an invisible murderous aura surrounded him.

In the past, when Feng Wuhen fought with others, he always left room for maneuver within three rounds, but this time he planned not to give Yun Yueqing any face.

The first move was the "Wind Shadow Kill" that made him famous.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the spiritual power in his body surged, turning into an extremely sharp wind blade, which flew straight towards Yun Yueqing's face with a whistling sound.

Yun Yueqing's expression remained unchanged, and she slightly turned her body to the side, easily dodging the fierce attack.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she walked lightly around Feng Wuhen's side. With a slight wave of her slender jade hand, a stream of spiritual power came out like a spirit snake from a cave and wrapped around Feng Wuhen's ankle.

Feng Wuhen was horrified and tried to break free, but found that he was unable to get rid of the seemingly gentle but extremely tough spiritual power restraint.

Yun Yueqing took the opportunity to move forward, lightly tapped her fingertips, and a subtle but incredibly powerful spiritual power wave hit Feng Wuhen's chest directly, causing him to pause and his face to become extremely ugly.

It hit Feng Wuhen's chest accurately, and the scoreboard made a crisp "beep" sound, announcing that Yun Yueqing had scored the first point.

On the ring, Wuhen's face turned ashen in an instant. He widened his eyes in disbelief, as if he had seen something incredible.

"You actually got the points from me?"