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

Cen Yizi's face instantly turned red, from his cheeks to the back of his ears, and he said in a trembling voice: "Don't call me husband..."

"Since I'm your fiancée, I'll naturally call you husband. If you don't like it, how about I call you Brother Yizhi?"

After saying that, the fake Chu Ying in front of him started running towards him with a sword in hand.

Although Cen Yizi knew that the Chu Ying in front of him was fake, the opponent's magic was really strong. It looked no different from Chu Ying personally coming out to fight with him.

So he had to dodge the opponent's attacks again and again, and didn't dare to launch an attack at all. He couldn't bear to see the fake Chu Ying get hurt.

But Cen Yizi didn't know that the longer this magic lasted, the deeper the person who fell under the spell would be trapped.

Gradually, Cen Yizi began to forget that Chu Ying in front of him was a member of Liaoyuan Sect. He began to feel confused and could not distinguish between the true and the false, the real and the fake.

"Brother Yizhi, can you please give them a way out and just shout 'surrender'?"

Cen Yizhi really stopped and said, "Okay Chu Ying, you'd better stop calling me like that. It's weird."

"Then how do you want me to call you?"

"Just call me by my name, as usual."

Upon hearing this, the other party whispered tentatively: "Then... Yizhi?"

Cen Yizhi frowned: "Strange, although you usually call me Yizhi, you shouldn't be so gentle."

Chu Ying, who was in the audience, stood up immediately after hearing this. "No, what does he mean? Am I not usually gentle?!"

Seeing this, Wan Jinan quickly comforted him, "Alright, alright, calm down and sit down. I'm afraid we're going to lose this game."

Chu Ying curled her lips and said, "How can you not lose if you keep hiding? You are such a coward that you dare not fight me."

"Yes, and look at Yizhi's eyes, they are becoming more and more empty and lifeless."

On the stage, Cen Yizhi wondered, "By the way, why did I yell 'surrender'?"

"Because you're sparring with someone, have you forgotten? But he doesn't want to spar anymore. Can you just yell 'surrender'?"

"Why do I have to shout surrender?"

"The sparring should have a result before it ends. As a man, shouldn't you give in to me? Do you still like me?" As he spoke, the other party began to feel aggrieved.

Cen Yizhi sighed helplessly: "Okay, I surrender."

The next moment, there was a clatter of gongs and drums, and the referee suddenly announced, "Xianyun Sect versus Liaoyuan Sect, third preliminaries match, Liaoyuan Sect wins!"

Suddenly, Cen Yizi regained consciousness and his eyes became clear.

"Wait, I lost before I even started fighting?" Cen Yizi raised his head in a daze and happened to meet the eyes of Chu Ying and the others.

The three of them sighed at the same time and shook their heads in disappointment. Their movements were so coordinated that it was shocking.

Cen Yizhi immediately lowered his head, walked down the stage and walked over to the others: "Sorry..."

Chu Ying shrugged: "Never mind, never mind. Since ancient times, heroes have been unable to resist the temptation of beautiful women, and you are no exception. Fortunately, we still have Yingxue to win back a game."

Right now, there is only one person left on each side, and there is no doubt who will play in the final match.

Jiang Yingxue then walked directly onto the stage, her tone cold: "Come up quickly, let's finish this quickly."

She was wearing a plain white long dress, with a fair complexion and graceful figure. The hem of her dress fluttered slightly in the wind, making her look like an elf on a snowy mountain top.

The man in the blue mask looked at Jiang Yingxue in a daze for a moment, then jumped onto the stage.

He took off his mask and said excitedly, "Miss Jiang, I will take on this duel."

The man thought that Miss Jiang must have been lucky to be able to take the sword from his senior brother in the morning. Perhaps his senior brother was exhausted from the previous fight and had no strength left, which allowed Miss Jiang to take the sword by chance.

If I can demonstrate my strength in this match while maintaining my gentlemanly demeanor, I will definitely attract Miss Jiang's attention.

Thinking of this, he added, "Miss Jiang, you must use all the strength you used to resist my senior brother's sword this morning!"

Jiang Yingxue's eyes were filled with contempt, and she opened her thin lips slightly: "To deal with you, I won't have to use my full strength."

The other party immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be so confident!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed like a ghost, and he instantly used the Ghost Shadow Step and pounced quickly towards Jiang Yingxue.

But almost at the same moment, a layer of frost suddenly appeared on the ground of the arena. Under Jiang Yingxue's control, the thin ice spread out and quickly covered the entire arena.

The blue-masked man paused, a flash of panic in his eyes, but it was too late.

Although his Ghost Steps were incredibly swift, they couldn't avoid the frost. The moment he took a step, the ground beneath his feet suddenly became slippery, losing its original friction, and he slid forward involuntarily.

The key to the Ghost Step is to be light and fast enough, concentrate the center of gravity upwards, and take the next step immediately after lightly touching the ground to increase speed.

But if you encounter a slippery surface and don't pay much attention, it is easy to slip, for example, like the other party did now, he fell directly in front of Jiang Yingxue.

Jiang Yingxue was quick-eyed and quick-handed. She turned her wrist and conjured up the Buzhou Sword. With the last thrust, she stabbed down, and with a "bang", the opponent's competition badge was shattered into pieces.

"Big brother, you have to understand that the sword I just struck could have easily pierced your—"

Jiang Yingxue glanced at the man's crotch, then gently raised the sword with her left hand and swung it casually. A row of cold and sharp ice knives quickly grew out of the ground, as if they were condensed into ice by the sudden cold wind, and the temperature of the entire arena seemed to drop suddenly.

The man suddenly felt a phantom pain and dropped his sword. He subconsciously covered his crotch with his hands, his lips trembling: "You, you, you! What are you doing?"

Jiang Yingxue sighed, "What do you think?"

"You are a woman, yet you have no sense of shame! How dare you be so vulgar!"

Jiang Yingxue rolled her eyes and continued, "Anyway, you don't have your badge anymore. Even if you surrender, nothing can protect you. Are you sure you want to continue fighting with me?"

After saying that, Jiang Yingxue turned her palm, and the sword thrown aside by the man seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, slowly sliding, lightly leaping up, and quickly flying into her hand.

"Swoosh--" The sword blade cut through the air, bringing with it a sharp sound of wind, and fell accurately into Jiang Yingxue's palm.

"Look, now you don't even have a weapon, what can you use to compete with me?"

The man swallowed and was about to say a few more words to struggle when Jiang Yingxue took the man's sword and gently tapped his heart: "Do you admit defeat?"

Seeing this, the man nodded hurriedly: "I recognize it, I recognize it, lady, please spare my life..."

In the audience, Cen Yizi watched Jiang Yingxue's performance and couldn't help but sigh: "I thought my fight was short enough, but I didn't expect Yingxue's fight to end even faster..."