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

Wen Chu Ning sensed the approaching danger and turned quickly, but was still a beat too slow.

Yun Yueqing's soft yet sharp blade left a shallow scratch on her left arm. Blood instantly seeped out, staining her sleeve red.

Wen Chu Ning's face changed, and pain and astonishment flashed in her eyes.

She staggered a few steps, steadied herself, her left arm trembling slightly, and her vital energy surged in the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

On the ring, the dust gradually dissipated, and the two men stood opposite each other in an extremely tense atmosphere.

Wen Chu Ning clenched her teeth, her eyes blazing. She had never expected that she would be injured at the hands of Yun Yueqing, who looked like a beggar.

Anger and resentment surged in her heart again, making her tremble all over.

In the audience, sighs and boos rose up like a tide.

The child opened his eyes wide and stared at Yun Yueqing on the ring through his fingers, his face full of disbelief and admiration.

The older sister beside him also forgot to hide her emotions. She clenched her hands tightly, her eyes flashing with excitement.

He murmured to himself, "It's amazing that such an ordinary little girl has such ability."

The women around nodded in agreement, some covered their mouths in amazement, and some clapped and cheered.

Even the old man who was usually the most picky nodded repeatedly at this moment, his eyes full of appreciation.

"This number 27 is not simple. He can actually hurt Wen Chuning!"

Wen Chu Ning was furious and roared angrily. The spiritual power in his body boiled like a raging torrent, trying to overwhelm others with force.

She suddenly jumped up like an arrow from a bow, and with her palms carrying an overwhelming force, she attacked Yun Yueqing fiercely.

However, Yun Yueqing's figure was light and nimble, floating around the ring like a ghost, and every attack he made was like a drop in the ocean, disappearing without a trace.

Yun Yueqing curled up the corner of her mouth in a sneer, her body suddenly stopped, she turned around abruptly, and slapped out with one palm. The spiritual power condensed into a huge handprint and blasted towards Wen Chu Ning.

Wen Chu Ning was unable to dodge and was hit by the handprint. He was sent flying backwards as if hit by a huge hammer.

He fell heavily on the edge of the ring, dust flying everywhere, looking in a mess.

Seeing this, the referee hurriedly jumped onto the ring, gesturing to pause the fierce contest and declare Yun Yueqing the winner.

But at this moment, Wen Chu Ning clenched her teeth, her cheeks slightly twisted with unwillingness and stubbornness, and her hands supported the ground.

Her legs trembled, and she straightened her waist little by little, sweat sliding down her cheeks.

Finally, she raised her right hand with difficulty, her fingers trembling slightly, but she firmly signaled that the game should continue.

She dragged her injured leg with difficulty, step by step approaching Yun Yueqing, her eyes burning with rage and unwillingness: "Who are you? How do you have such power!"

There was a tremor in her voice, but it also revealed the pride and stubbornness in her bones.

Yun Yue smiled lightly, moved her fingertips slightly to make a gesture of invitation, indicating that she wanted to fight again.

Seeing this, the referee took a deep breath and suddenly struck the gong in his hand.

A "dong" sound was heard, and the two were ready to go.

Wen Chu Ning stared at Yun Yueqing's calm eyes, and the strings in her mind suddenly broke.

She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if trying to clear away the fog before her eyes: "You...you are Yun Yueqing?"

There was a hint of disbelief and temptation in his voice.

Yun Yueqing spread her hands and shrugged. This was her signature move, and it coincided with the image of Yun Yueqing in Wen Chuning's mind.

"Could it be that Miss Wen can only accept your statement that Yun Yueqing defeated you, but cannot accept that a poor beggar like me can compete with you?"

Wen Chu Ning glared, her cheeks flushed with anger.

She shouted, "You're talking nonsense! Yun Yueqing is just a defeated opponent of mine!"

A hint of cunning flashed in Wen Chu Ning's eyes, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her figure suddenly became erratic.

Yun Yueqing was about to launch another attack, but saw Wen Chu Ning's body move strangely to the side, and his right hand quietly touched his waist.

Hidden there is a tiny silver needle that is flashing with cold light.

In a flash, Wen Chuning raised his hand suddenly, and the silver needle was like a meteor in the dark night.

With the sound of breaking through the air, it shot straight towards Yun Yueqing's neck.

Yun Yueqing's pupils suddenly shrank, but she did not expect Wen Chu Ning to use such a sinister trick.

She quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

The silver needle flew past her ear and pierced deeply into the wooden board of the ring, making a buzzing sound.

After stabilizing his body, he looked at the referee with a serious expression.

"Your Excellency, Wen Chu Ning just used a hidden weapon. This behavior violates the principles of fairness in a martial arts competition."

The referee frowned, his eyes moving back and forth between the two of them, finally landing on Wen Chuning's face, which was slightly flustered but still trying to remain calm.

In the audience, discussions arose again, boiling like boiling water.

The referee pondered for a moment and shook his head.

The verdict was pronounced in a resounding voice: "This match is all about being aboveboard, but based on what just happened, it's hard to conclude that Miss Wen Chu Ning did it intentionally, and the silver needle didn't injure Miss Yun Yue Qing. The match will continue."

Wen Chu Ning's lips curled up into a smug smile, which contained a bit of provocation and unruliness.

The sunlight passed through her hair, making her eyes brighter but also a little cold.

She gently shook off the hidden weapon powder remaining on her fingertips, her movements elegant and ostentatious, as if everything that had just happened was just a harmless game.

Seeing this, Yun Yueqing's face changed slightly, and her clenched fists revealed her inner resentment and anger.

The whispers of the audience around added a bit of tension, and on the ring, an invisible contest quietly spread.

"Did Senior Sister Wen just use a hidden weapon?"

"I didn't see it clearly, but No. 27's neck is bleeding now."

"Senior Sister Wen is very powerful and not the type to resort to dirty tricks. You must have seen it wrong. The referee just said that Senior Sister Wen didn't mean it."

Seeing that everyone supported Wen Chu Ning, Yun Yueqing sneered, and there was a bit of sadness and sarcasm in her laughter.

Yun Yueqing slowly raised her hand and gently stroked her neck with her fingertips.

That tiny bloodstain, the bright red blood dyed her fingertips red, like a blooming red spider lily, enchanting and sad.

Yun Yueqing only felt a sharp pain in her neck, and felt a chill spreading rapidly from her neck to her whole body.

The tiny trace of blood seemed to have turned into a bloodthirsty vine, greedily devouring her vitality.

Her face turned pale in an instant, and her eyes lost their former luster, becoming blurred and empty.

Her vision began to blur and the sounds around her became hazy, as if the whole world was shrouded in a thick fog.

Wen Chuning saw Yun Yueqing's dazed expression and empty eyes, and sneered in her heart. This was exactly the opportunity she had been waiting for.

She flashed and approached Yun Yueqing like a ghost.

The sword tip, with a whistling sound, went straight towards Yun Yueqing's heart.

The tip of the sword drew a silver track in the air, at an astonishing speed, as if it could cut through the air.

Yun Yueqing felt a breath of death coming towards her, and she barely raised her arms to try to block it.