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

When it was Wen Chu Ning's turn to play, the atmosphere suddenly changed, and the edge of the ring seemed to be shrouded in invisible pressure.

Her opponent was a rather prestigious man in blue, who only had a quick glance after he came on stage.

He saluted her solemnly, then without saying a word, knelt on his knees and raised his hands in surrender.

There was an uproar in the audience, with people in shock and confusion.

"He fought so hard to get here, how can he defeat the enemy without fighting?"

"It's easy for you to say that. The man who just fought against Wen Chu Ning is now dead. Who would risk their life for fame and fortune?"

"That makes sense. It took a lot of effort for 50 people to make it to the top . It's a shame to just give up."

"What can we do? It's his bad luck to be matched with Wen Chu Ning!"

Wen Chu Ning stood calmly in the center of the ring, her eyes as calm as a cold pond gently sweeping around, as if telling something silently.

Strength is the best proof.

The referee shook his head helplessly and announced that she advanced because her opponent voluntarily admitted defeat. This scene left an indelible impression on everyone.

When the horn for the third round sounded again, Wen Chu Ning stepped into the ring, and the air around her seemed to freeze.

Her new opponent, a muscular man, came on stage and his eyes met Wen Chuning's. His face turned pale instantly and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

He barely stood still, his throat rolling as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a low sigh.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, the big man slowly bent his knees, clasped his fists and raised them above his head in a gesture of surrender.

On the ring, Wen Chu Ning's figure stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun.

She nodded slightly, and a barely perceptible softness flashed in her eyes, as if she was comforting her opponent.

Then it was Yun Yueqing's turn. Her opponent had a mole on the corner of his mouth and an untidy beard. He picked his nose, flicked his nose, and glanced at her with contempt.

The sloppy man narrowed his eyes, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he approached step by step. His tattered clothes swayed in the wind, emitting bursts of strange smell.

He waved his hand violently, and dust flew up, as if even the air was shaking.

"It was you, a little girl, who defeated Feng Wuhen, the self-proclaimed young genius?"

"Humph, he is still too young after all and doesn't understand the dangers of this world."

"Today, let me, an old veteran, meet you. I guarantee that within three moves, I will beat you to tears and you won't even have time to beg for mercy!"

The spectators around were instantly excited and began to exaggerate the reputation of the sloppy man.

"Rumor has it that he once ventured into Black Wind Ridge alone, slaying countless demons and monsters. Who knows how much blood the broken sword he carried must have drunk!"

In the crowd, an old man was spitting and his eyes were shining with awe.

On the other side, several children winked and imitated the sloppy man's sword-wielding posture, as if they had become the hero who eliminated all injustice in the world.

Yun Yueqing was light and graceful, and faced with the sloppy man's relentless pressure, she just smiled slightly.

His body tilted slightly like willow catkins, and he easily avoided the rag sleeve swung by the other party.

The sloppy man missed his attack and looked surprised. Then he shouted angrily and pounced again.

Yunyue tapped the ground lightly with her toes, and her figure moved left and right like a ghost.

Every time, she managed to avoid the sloppy man's attack at an incredible angle just when it was about to touch her.

The sloppy man was panting with exhaustion, but his eyes became more and more fanatical, as if he was really just one step away from succeeding.

The fight seemed to be back and forth, but in fact it was another attempt to control the score, neither going up nor down, and finally getting one point more than the opponent, thus winning the victory and successfully advancing.

As the referee announced the verdict, everyone stopped holding back and applauded loudly.

"This girl first beat Feng Wuhen, and then defeated the Sloppy King. Number 27 is a dark horse this year."

On the other side, Feng Wuhen stood in the center of the ring, his former confidence and arrogance quietly returning in the extra game.

The opponent's attack was fierce, and every punch and kick was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, but Feng Wuhen was agile and moved around the ring like a ghost, always able to cleverly avoid the attacks and find opportunities to counterattack.

A beautiful side kick made the opponent stagger backward, followed by a heavy punch to the opponent's abdomen, and the opponent fell to the ground.

Feng Wuhen breathed slightly, his eyes determined as he looked at the referee, waiting for the final decision.

The referee raised Feng Wuhen's arm and announced that he had successfully advanced to the finals. Below the ring, the audience cheered like a tide.

Yun Yueqing, Wen Chuning and Feng Wuhen successfully advanced to the top 13.

There should be one person in the odd number who has no opponent and advances unconditionally. Normally it should be decided by drawing lots, but it should be decided after discussion by the jury.

Verdict: "Wen Chu Ning gets a bye this time."

Because she was too cruel, no one dared to fight her, and the best outcome was to let Wen Chu Ning take a bye after insider manipulation.

After the announcement, Wen Chu Ning raised her eyebrows slightly on the stage, with a smile on her lips.

She looked around and saw that everyone's eyes were filled with fear or jealousy, but no one dared to step forward.

The sun slanted across the empty arena, and the dust danced in the interweaving of light and shadow.

Wen Chu Ning stood alone aside, her eyes indifferent and deep, as if isolated from the world.

On the other side, the twelve contestants gathered in a circle, each with a different expression. Some clenched their fists nervously, while others breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and fear.

There was admiration in Feng Wuhen's eyes, but Yun Yueqing didn't even raise her head, disdainful to even look at Wen Chu Ning.

There were whispers below the arena, "Senior Sister Wen got a bye purely because of her lack of strength. If she competed, she would undoubtedly advance. There's no point in competing."

"But for competitors who participate in every round, it would damage their physical strength. This isn't fair."

"That's nothing. Even if Senior Sister Wen were to go through the Mystic Valley once more and then compete with these mediocre people, she would still be able to win."

Wen Chu Ning sat arrogantly in the promotion position, with her legs casually crossed, one hand supporting her chin, her eyes full of arrogance that looked down on the world.

Yun Yueqing slowly raised her head, her eyes as cold as a cold pond, and glanced at Wen Chu Ning.

The two people's eyes met in the air, as if sparks were flying.

Wen Chu Ning slowly raised her right hand, put her index finger and middle finger together, gently stroked her neck, and made a neck-wiping gesture.

Yun Yueqing ignored Wen Chu Ning's provocation, and with a flash of her body, she jumped to the center of the ring and stood opposite her next opponent.

With victory after victory, Yun Yueqing and Feng Wuhen successfully advanced into the top four.

The referee's high-pitched voice echoed over the arena, announcing the eye-catching list of the top four: "Wen Chu Ning, Feng Wu Hen, Yun Yue Qing, and—Passerby A!"

The referee's voice boomed in the center of the arena, like the echo of ancient war drums: "The battle will be based on the points ranking."

Wen Chu Ning has never lost, so he has the most points. Feng Wuhen has only lost to Yun Yueqing once, so he is second in points. Yun Yueqing has been controlling the points, so his points are comparable to those of Passerby A.

"Wen Chuning versus Feng Wuhen, Yun Yueqing versus Lu Renjia."