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

When Feng Wuhen saw the opponent's assignment, he actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Wuhen stood in front of Yun Yueqing, a relieved smile on his lips.

He said softly, "If I were to face Senior Sister Wen, she would definitely consider our friendship and show mercy, so that I wouldn't lose too badly. But if you were to face Senior Sister Wen, it would be a different story."

As he spoke, a barely perceptible worry flashed in his eyes.

"If all else fails, you can lose to a random person. This way, you can avoid becoming an opponent of Senior Sister Wen."

Yun Yue sneered coldly, a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she raised her chin slightly.

"Mind yourself."

Feng Wuhen frowned slightly when he saw this.

There was a hint of sincerity and helplessness in her tone: "Xiaoyan, I'm doing this for your own good. Do you know that Senior Sister Wen's swordsmanship is sharp and she never shows mercy when she strikes?"

"You also saw the miserable state of that cultivator in the first round. You're new here, and if you confront her head-on, I'm afraid..."

Yun Yueqing interrupted him, "On the stage, it all comes down to ability. Life and death are determined by fate."

On the surface, he seemed to be saying that he had put his life and death aside for the sake of the competition, but he was secretly wondering in his heart which way would be better for Wen Chu Ning to die.

Feng Wuhen saw that Yun Yueqing was unmoved and shook his head helplessly.

He slowly took out an exquisite jade token from his sleeve, which shone with a warm luster in the sunlight.

It is carved with intricate and delicate cloud patterns, and a small piece of transparent crystal is inlaid in the center.

Feng Wuhen gently handed the jade token to Yun Yueqing, and the jade token gently rotated between his slender fingers.

"Senior Sister Wen owes me a favor. If she really is ruthless and wants you dead, give this to her and she'll give me some face."

Feng Wuhen saw that Yun Yueqing remained unmoved, so he smiled carelessly.

"Reach out and take it. Do you still dislike this jade token?"

Yun Yueqing took the jade token with the mentality that if you don't take advantage of an opportunity, you're a fool.

As the jade pendant swayed gently, the crystal reflected a dazzling light, so beautiful that it was hard to look away.

Yun Yue gently grasped the jade token containing Feng Wuhen's thoughts, turned around and stepped onto the stage to compete with Passerby A.

The slanting sunlight elongated her figure, making her stand opposite her opponent.

Passerby A has a rough face, holds a huge axe in his hand, and looks very aggressive.

With the sound of a gong, the battle begins.

Yun Yueqing was nimble and light, dodging every clumsy swing of the giant axe.

She turned her wrist slightly, and the long sword was like a silver dragon emerging from the sea. The tip of the sword lightly tapped, leaving several fine cracks on the protective energy of Passerby A in an instant.

Passerby A roared angrily and swung his giant axe down, bringing up a gust of wind that seemed to split the ring in two.

Yun Yueqing moved to the side, like a willow catkin in the wind, and easily avoided the thundering attack.

Yun Yueqing turned her body slightly, tapped the ground with her toes, as if walking on the wind, and instantly circled behind Passerby A.

She swung her sword, and the sword light was like a weave. Each sword strike landed precisely on the weak spot of Passerby A, but did not really hurt his vital points, but only forced him to retreat again and again.

As Yun Yueqing swung the sword for the last time, the tip of the sword lightly scratched the chest of Passerby A, leaving a shallow sword mark but not hurting the skin.

The referee's high-pitched voice rang out at the right moment: "Yun Yue wins easily!"

On the ring, Yun Yueqing sheathed her sword with smooth and graceful movements.

The sunlight filtered through the strands of hair on her forehead, illuminating her cold face and adding a touch of softness to it.

There was an uproar in the audience and thunderous applause, finally recognizing the strength of "Xiaoyan".

"I really didn't expect Xiaoyan to be so powerful. I underestimated her before."

"Yes, his movements are agile and his swordsmanship is precise. He has a bright future."

However, before he finished speaking, someone raised a question: "If we meet Wen Chu Ning, that might not be the case. Senior Sister Wen's swordsmanship is sharp and her attacks are ruthless. Xiao Yan might find it difficult to resist."

After saying that, everyone's eyes turned to where Wen Chu Ning was.

She sat there quietly, with the long sword placed across her knees, her eyes closed, 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 and adding a touch of pride.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and the topic turned to the duel between Wen Chu Ning and Feng Wuhen.

"If Feng Wuhen faces Wen Chuning, it can be said to be a strong duel."

"Is there any need to guess? Senior Sister Wen will win without a doubt!" A cultivator slammed the table, full of confidence.

Everyone nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

The duel between Feng Wuhen and Wen Chu Ning finally began. On the ring, the two stood opposite each other.

On the ring, Wen Chu Ning stood tall and straight, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, with unquestionable dominance surrounding him.

Her eyes were cold, as if they could freeze everything, and she never took any opponent seriously.

However, when her eyes fell on Feng Wuhen, a rare strange light flashed across her eyes.

Feng Wuhen stood like a pine tree, his temperament as gentle as jade, completely different from Wen Chuning's sharp edge.

He raised his hand slightly, bowed slightly to Wen Chu Ning, and performed a standard pre-match salute with elegant and calm movements.

Seeing this, Wen Chu Ning actually returned the greeting for the first time and bowed slightly.

Although his face remained expressionless, his movement at that moment revealed his respect and recognition for Feng Wuhen.

The audience below the ring was in an uproar.

No one expected that this duel would start with such a unique etiquette. The tense atmosphere was mixed with a bit of novelty and anticipation.

On the ring, Wen Chu Ning and Feng Wuhen's figures intertwined, and the sword lights weaved together, interweaving into a series of dazzling pictures.

Wen Chu Ning's swordsmanship was sharp, and each strike carried the momentum of a tsunami, as if it could split the air in two.

Feng Wuhen is known for his physical skills. His body moves gracefully, as if he is walking on the wind. He can always avoid Wen Chu Ning's fatal blow at the critical moment.

The tips of their swords collided in the air, making crisp sounds, and every clash caused ripples visible to the naked eye.

The sunlight shining on the two of them added a bit of sacredness and solemnity to this fierce confrontation.

The audience cheered one after another. They had never seen such a evenly matched competition. Every detail made people hold their breath, afraid of missing any moment.

Wen Chu Ning pierced the air with a sword, and the tip of the sword stopped just in front of Feng Wuhen's chest, without moving forward an inch.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the tip of her sword and sprinkled onto the ground, forming spots of light that highlighted the heroic appearance of her scabbard.

Feng Wuhen's body swayed slightly, as if he had not yet fully recovered from the danger he had just encountered.

But then he took a deep breath, smiled at Wen Chu Ning, his eyes full of admiration.

The referee's high-pitched voice pierced through the noise of the crowd, clear and firm: "Wen Chu Ning wins!"

Feng Wuhen was slightly stunned, then smiled with relief and clasped his fists to congratulate Wen Chuning.

Wen Chuning slowly put away her sword. The long sword that had once frightened countless people seemed to come alive in her hand, trembling slightly as it returned to the scabbard.

She looked up at Feng Wuhen, her eyes, which were usually as cold as frost, now sparkled with unprecedented respect and warmth.