The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

After seeing that the candidates from the Xianyun Sect were confirmed, the referee immediately struck the gongs and drums. The crisp sound cut through the arena, signaling the start of the competition.

There was an uproar in the surrounding audience seats, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the ring.

Seeing this, the red-masked man across from him immediately cursed in dissatisfaction: "Fang Yunjie, what an idiot! If he had known earlier, he would have chosen the same color for the mask. He took off the mask with just a little provocation."

The blue-masked man beside him immediately patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry. Although Ajie is the weakest among the four of us, as far as I know, the two women from the Xianyun Sect are in the early stage of foundation building and the late stage of Qi refining. No matter which one of them is there, it is impossible to defeat Yunjie. Relax, relax."

"I hope so. Xianyun Sect is a big sect after all, we can't take it lightly."

In the center of the ring, Fang Yunjie didn't realize that there was anything wrong with his behavior.

After hearing Chu Ying's "praise", he forced a smile on his face and said to Chu Ying, "Yes, you have the best taste among the four of you. After all, I am favored by many junior sisters in the sect. Although you are also very beautiful, I may not be able to reciprocate your feelings. After all, I will not show mercy to you just because of a word you said."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, with a certain degree of confidence.

Chu Ying was slightly stunned when she heard his words. The corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily, then she narrowed her eyes and forced a smile: "You are so shameless. You really want to start a dyeing factory just by giving you some color. Stop talking nonsense and do it."

"Okay, okay, it seems that the young lady can't wait to fight with me."

He stood up straight, clasped his hands together, and with a slight twist, he produced a long, slender sword from thin air. The blade gleamed with a cold light, reflecting sharp rays of light in the sunlight.

"But we've agreed that on the field of competition, swords and knives are merciless, and life and death are irrelevant." The man's voice suddenly became serious: "I won't pity you just because you are a delicate flower!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, as if turning into a black shadow, and suddenly pounced towards Chu Ying.

The blue-masked man folded his arms as he looked at the two people on the ring with a satisfied smile. "See, I told you this match was a foregone conclusion. Ajie was about to use his Shadow Step, but that woman was still standing there. I'm telling you, I only need to count to three, and that woman will admit defeat."

"three..."

Fang Yunjie's footsteps were as fast as thunder and his sword flashed like lightning. His sword pointed directly at Chu Ying's vital points. His movements were as fast as lightning and merciless.

"two..."

Fang Yunjie dashed behind Chu Ying and shouted, "Prepare to die!"

"one!"

Just as the man approached, Chu Ying turned quickly and swung the Red Lotus Sword in her hand swiftly.

Bright red flames erupted from the tip of the sword, instantly stained the entire arena with a crimson glow. The flames blazed fiercely, drawing a beautiful arc in the air before colliding with the man's sword.

"Dang——" There was a loud bang and flames splashed everywhere.

The Red Lotus Sword collided with the man's long sword in the air, and fierce sparks scattered, instantly illuminating the entire venue.

A hint of surprise flashed in Fang Yunjie's eyes. His sword was blocked by the Red Lotus Sword and almost slipped out of his hand.

Instantly, he was stunned by the burning breath, his mouth opened wide, his eyes widened: "You actually! Have the Red Lotus Sword!?"

He subconsciously took a step back: "Impossible, the owner of the Red Lotus Sword is clearly——"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Ying continued, "He has given the sword to me. Now I am the master of the Red Lotus Sword."

"But your cultivation level is obviously lower than mine, how could you possibly see my Ghost Step?"

"With your speed..." Chu Ying raised her eyebrows: "Not even one tenth of our senior brother's!"

After saying that, Chu Ying waved the Red Lotus Sword, turned from passive to active, and attacked Fang Yunjie.

The Liaoyuan Sect's people clearly hadn't expected the situation to turn out this way. This woman actually possessed the Red Lotus Sword!? And the Red Lotus Sword performed brilliantly in her hands. Each strike was incredibly sharp, forcing the other party to retreat repeatedly.

This practical experience is totally unlike that of a girl in the early stage of foundation building!

"Heh, Fang Yunjie was beaten. Is this what you call a no-brainer?" The man in the red mask looked at the man in the blue mask. "You, like that idiot, are too arrogant."

The blue-masked man swallowed. "No rush. Ajie might just be too surprised and hasn't adjusted yet. After all, he's in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, so he's definitely stronger than those in the early stages. Let's observe him a little longer. Ajie hasn't used his moves yet..."

On the ring, Chu Ying flipped her wrist, and in an instant, the Red Lotus Sword flew out from her palm, flames rising from the tip of the sword like a beast with its bloody mouth agape. The raging fire swirled in the air, stabbing at Fang Yunjie like a flaming whip.

Seeing this, Fang Yunjie was stunned for a moment, then he quickly gathered his spiritual energy, clasped his hands together, opened his lips slightly, and a cold air current instantly emerged, forming a huge water wall.

The water splashed and rushed into the sky like a torrent.

"Boom!" The Red Lotus Sword pierced the long sword on the water wall, and a violent shock wave erupted instantly, and a cloud of steam rose with a hissing sound.

"Miss, you are indeed very strong, but unfortunately, I have a water-attributed spiritual root, which happens to counteract your fire!"

After saying this, Fang Yunjie quickly adjusted his state. Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed forward, the long sword in his hand like a flash of lightning, pointing directly at Chu Ying's chest. The sword's edge slid past like a stream of water, carrying a sharp breath straight to her throat.

Chu Ying narrowed her eyes and almost subconsciously dodged to the side, while the Red Lotus Sword ignited a raging flame in her hand again.

Fang Yunjie sneered, and while attacking fiercely, he taunted Chu Ying: "Don't just hide."

Seeing this, the blue-masked man sighed softly, "See? I told you, facing overwhelming strength, even the Red Lotus Sword is useless. If time drags on, that woman's spiritual power won't be able to keep up."

The man in the red mask had his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed beneath the mask, and he felt that things were not that simple.

On the ring, Fang Yunjie became more and more aggressive.

He kept swinging his sword, building a water wall to block Chu Ying's path, and said as he attacked:

"Hey, miss, weren't you so brave just now? Why are you just dodging now?"

"Is it because you don't have enough spiritual power?"

"How did you wield the Red Lotus Sword like this?"

"Water and fire counteract each other. Your spiritual power is not as strong as mine. You'd better surrender. I don't want to kill you."

Chu Ying kept dodging and finally found the right opportunity.

She suddenly stopped dodging and stood firmly on the ring: "The conflict between water and fire is not as simple as you think. You have a flaw!"