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

The people watching below the ring were also very surprised. They opened their eyes wide and their mouths slightly open, as if an egg could fit in them.

Their expressions were frozen at that moment, and they even forgot to crack the melon seeds in their hands and didn't even notice that they fell to the ground.

"She's just a nobody. I've never heard of her name, Xiaoyan. How could she be the first to score a point under Feng Wuhen's hands?"

"Yes, so far no one has been able to score a single point against Feng Wuhen. Feng Wuhen is very magnanimous. He will give his opponent some leeway in the first three rounds of the match, and usually ends the match in the fourth round."

"Perhaps Feng Wuhen deliberately let No. 27 win, which gave that little girl an opportunity to take advantage. Let's see how Feng Wuhen turns the situation around in the second round."

On the ring, Yun Yueqing's figure was light and nimble, moving around Feng Wuhen like a ghost.

Every move he made was just right to avoid Feng Wuhen's sharp edge, and cleverly left a hint of cold light in the gaps in his defense.

Feng Wuhen frowned. He tried his best but it was like hitting cotton and his strength was insufficient.

Yun Yueqing raised a sly smile at the corner of her mouth, and she deliberately revealed a flaw.

When Feng Wuhen was about to succeed with a powerful attack, he was like a willow in the wind, and slightly turned his body, making Feng Wuhen's attack fail.

Feng Wuhen was filled with confusion and uncertainty. This feeling was like a game of cat and mouse.

And he actually became the "mouse" who was fooled around.

Wen Chu Ning stood in the shadow at the edge of the ring, arms folded, staring closely at the fight between Yun Yueqing and Feng Wuhen on the stage.

Yun Yueqing caught this gaze out of the corner of her eye, and her heart moved slightly. She didn't want Wen Chuning to see her usual fighting style and habits.

He didn't want her to know his true strength, otherwise she would definitely guess that Xiaoyan was Yun Yueqing.

The smile on her lips widened, but she changed her strategy in an instant and deliberately exposed a flaw to Feng Wuhen.

Yun Yueqing paused, as if she was fooled by Feng Wuhen's fake move, revealing a flaw.

A gleam of light flashed in Feng Wuhen's eyes, and he quickly counterattacked, with a punch that came with the wind and hit Yun Yueqing on the shoulder.

Yun Yueqing used the force to retreat, his body shaky and seeming to have really suffered a loss, which caused an uproar among the audience.

"I said this little girl couldn't beat Feng Wuhen at all."

The other shook his head in objection, "I saw that she was quick to react just now, but now she's slow to react. It feels like she's deliberately letting Feng Wuhen win."

"How is that possible? If she has such strength at such a young age, how could she not be famous at all? I think she just used too much force just now, and Feng Wuhen made her exhausted now. Feng Wuhen also got serious, so it's normal for her to be at a disadvantage."

"Besides, losing to Feng Wuhen is not shameful."

Feng Wuhen looked at Yun Yueqing's slightly staggering figure, and his face gradually became gloomy.

It was only later that he realized that Yun Yueqing had deliberately exposed his flaws, and a feeling of being teased surged in his chest.

Just as Feng Wuhen was getting angry and preparing to launch a more fierce attack.

Yun Yueqing's figure suddenly became erratic, like a ghost in the morning mist, and turned into several afterimages in front of everyone's eyes.

This was a fighting style she had never used in the Xuantian Sect, nor had she used it when fighting with Wen Chu Ning, so she felt at ease to use it in front of Wen Chu Ning.

Each afterimage carried a hint of cold murderous intent, making it difficult for Feng Wuhen to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Below the ring, the audience exclaimed one after another. They had never seen such bizarre and changeable movements.

Wen Chu Ning frowned, and a hint of shock flashed in her eyes. She realized that Yun Yueqing in front of her was far more unfathomable than she had imagined.

Feng Wuhen, however, fell into an unprecedented predicament due to this sudden change.

Feng Wuhen's eyes gradually became solemn. He punched hard, trying to penetrate the layers of illusions, but only hit nothingness.

Yun Yueqing's figure was like a ghost, and every time she appeared, she brought a fierce attack, forcing Feng Wuhen to retreat step by step in a miserable state.

On the ring, Yun Yueqing suddenly stopped, a cold smile hanging on the corner of her mouth. She looked at Feng Wuhen quietly, with a confident light flashing in her eyes.

Feng Wuhen was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his cheeks. He opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

At this moment, the referee's high-pitched voice cut through the air: "Xiao Yan wins this match!"

There was a dead silence in the audience, as if even breathing had stopped.

Their faces were filled with astonishment, their eyes wide open, their mouths half-open, yet no sound emanated. Sunlight streamed down from above the arena, illuminating Yun Yueqing's triumphant figure, casting a long shadow that formed a stark contrast with Feng Wuhen's slightly dejected stance.

Feng Wuhen's face was full of disbelief. His slightly trembling hands were still in the posture of punching, and it seemed as if he still had some strength left in the air.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's heartbeat was clearly audible.

The air was filled with an indescribable shock and expectation, waiting for this sudden silence to be broken by some force.

Feng Wuhen staggered down the stage, each step seemed extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a thousand-pound burden.

His eyes were empty and confused, and his former confidence was replaced by frustration.

The audience's gazes were like invisible arrows, making him feel stinging all over.

He slowly walked into the reserved seat, and the slightly worn wooden chair seemed to be mocking his failure.

When I sat down, the wooden chair creaked, as if it couldn't bear the weight.

Feng Wuhen lowered his head, his hands resting weakly on his knees. All the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

He seemed to be isolated in a silent world, savoring the bitterness of failure alone.

Yun Yueqing walked down the stage slowly, her steps light and every step seemed to mock Feng Wuhen's heaviness.

She stopped in front of Feng Wuhen, a smug smile on her lips, her eyes full of teasing: "Feng Wuhen, is this what you call strength?"

As she spoke, she gently patted Feng Wuhen's shoulder. The force seemed harmless, but it hit Feng Wuhen's heart like a heavy hammer.

Feng Wuhen's face turned ashen in an instant, and he clenched his fists. Finally, as if he thought of something, he slowly relaxed his fists.

Feng Wuhen took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner anger and resentment.

Looking up at Yun Yueqing, the eyes that were once full of pride now held a hint of admiration.

"You are indeed very good,"

He spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, as if every word carried a thousand pounds of weight.

Yun Yueqing nodded in agreement and said without any modesty, "I know I'm very good, and you're not bad either."

Wuhen gritted his teeth and whispered, "Don't be too happy too soon. If you make it to the finals and meet Senior Sister Wen, you'll be in trouble."

Yun Yueqing spread out her hands, shrugged indifferently, and turned around gracefully.

Feng Wuhen's eyes were complicated, and he said in a low and firm voice: "I'm kindly reminding you to be careful."