Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

In the arena, the draw for the youth competition is in full swing.

Qin Jiyu's appearance attracted everyone's attention.

"Isn't his Dantian destroyed? Why is he here to draw lots?"

"He's still in a wheelchair, his legs are lame. Does he want to die?"

"Hush, keep your voice down. I heard that Qin Hanyue and Qin Junan went to the Lei family. The Qin family has no direct descendants left, so he has no choice but to go..."

Hearing other people's discussions, Qin Jiyu's face turned indifferent.

His legs had healed a long time ago, but the reason he still used a wheelchair was because his mother sewed a soft cushion for him, which was really comfortable to sit on.

Moreover, he didn't feel that playing in a youth competition required him to stand up.

Lei Hanyue naturally saw Qin Jiyu as well.

She squinted her eyes: "Why is he here?"

"You're truly strong-willed despite your disability." She sneered, "You're even rushing to die."

She didn't want to meet Qin Jiyu, a waste. If she didn't control herself well, she might really slap him to death.

After all, the blood of the Qin family flows in her veins. If she really beat him to death in public, she would be drowned in spit.

Similarly, Nangong Haoan didn't want to draw Qin Jiyu.

Bullying a disabled person is not glorious even if you win.

Lu Qingtong had been praying secretly, hoping that she could draw Qin Jiyu.

Whenever she drew, she would defeat him gently and never let him get hurt.

Oh, a good woman will never let the man she loves get hurt! Oh!

The draw results are out.

Qin Jiyu is number twelve.

Also number 12 is the young lady of the Lei family, Lei Meng'er.

Lu Qingtong breathed a sigh of relief after knowing that it was Lei Meng'er.

She knew that Meng'er was a kind girl and she would not be so cruel as to unilaterally beat a disabled person.

Nangong Haoan and Lu Qingtong are both number seven, which means they are rivals.

After hearing each other's names, both of them became serious.

This is a competition between two early-stage war clans. Both of them are heirs to their families. Their victory or defeat determines the honor of the family.

Lei Hanyue drew number three, and she felt relieved because the person who drew number three was Qin Ye, a sixteen-year-old guard of the Qin family.

Qin Xiaorong's opponent is a young guard of the Lu family, whose strength is only at the early stage of the great battle master, so he is not under any pressure at all.

He did not intend to show his full strength, he just wanted to play the pig and eat the tiger, and try to rank higher, so as to live up to Miss Youyou's expectations.

A whistle blew.

The game started.

If there is a huge difference in strength, the outcome will be decided in one move, while if the strength is similar, there will be a stalemate.

Because there are no restrictions on the use of treasures, this competition is also a competition of financial strength among the four major families.

The spiritual weapons of the Lei, Lu, and Nangong families were displayed as if they were free of charge.

Low-grade spiritual weapon, mid-grade spiritual weapon...

It’s dazzling to see.

Compared with these three families, the weapons in the hands of the younger generations of the Qin family are much simpler.

"Hahaha, the Qin family is so funny. They just showed up with a shoulder pole and a hoe. They don't even have a grade, not even a spiritual weapon!"

"Fuck, there are still people bringing a bucket of feces to the stage. Is it disgusting?"

"No wonder Qin Hanyue went to the Lei family. The Qin family is too poor, so she must have been scared away!"

Faced with the ridicule of others, the young men of the Qin family remained calm.

They all worked for Qin Youyou before, so they stood tall and were very confident.

Qin Ye looked at his brothers' equipment and listened to the discussions of the people around him, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, the brothers did not take any weapons, but instead took the farm tools Qin Youyou gave them.

Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?

Now, the Qin family became a laughing stock in the entire city. Even though he noble enough to refuse the dung bucket, as a member of the Qin family, he inevitably became part of the joke.

He concentrated and held his breath, forcing himself to ignore the gossip.

He bowed slightly and looked vigilantly at Lei Hanyue opposite him.

Unexpectedly, the first time he drew lots, he drew Miss Han Yue, the former direct descendant of the Qin family and the goddess in his mind.

Although she did something wrong and was expelled from the Qin family, her talent is unquestionable.

He remembered that when Qin Hanyue was expelled from the Qin family, she had already reached the Great Perfection of a Great Battle Master, which was much higher than his current strength of a mid-level Great Battle Master.

But the Qin family must not be afraid of difficulties!

He clenched the long sword in his hand. It was his only treasure, a mid-grade spiritual weapon, which he bought with the silver coins he earned from working.

In the past, he would never be able to own a mid-grade spiritual weapon in his entire life, but thanks to Miss Youyou, he now has this sword. Maybe he can fight against Lei Hanyue?

"Your treasure is more presentable than those of other members of the Qin family." Lei Hanyue smiled with her eyes narrowed.

Qin Ye didn't say anything.

of course.

He bought this with his saved silver coins.

"Unfortunately, my whip is a top-grade spiritual weapon." Lei Hanyue's expression suddenly became stern.

He swung the long whip with barbs in his hand directly at him!

Qin Ye was shocked.

The next moment, he felt a terrifying mental force enveloping him. He wanted to move his body, but he couldn't move an inch.

"Zhan Zong, she actually became a Zhan Zong!" He was shocked.

There is a huge gap between the War Master and the War Master, not to mention that his treasure is not as good as others'.

In an instant, the winner was decided.

"Snap!" With a crisp sound, Qin Ye's body was whipped away.

His clothes were torn, and his flesh and blood were torn out by the barbs, flying all over the place like a bloody rain.

"Oh!"

He fell heavily out of the field, and the severe pain in his body made his face twist and he gasped.

"Lei Hanyue wins!"

The referee's high-pitched voice was like another whip, lashing Qin Ye's heart.

I didn't expect to lose so quickly.

I didn't expect to lose so badly.

He originally wanted to compete with Qin Xiaorong.

I wanted to fight my way to the top.

I also wanted to earn enough face for my mother so that she could perform the yangge in front of Qin Xiaorong's house.

I also wanted to let the head of the Qin family see that although he is a side branch, his talent is not weak.

But... in the first round, he was defeated.

"Sixteen-year-old Zhan Zong!"

"So strong! This talent is even stronger than Qin Jiyu back then!"

"The title of the number one genius is about to be replaced."

The audience was all around praising Lei Hanyue.

Qin Ye's eyes felt a little sore. He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and struggled to get up.

Just then, a hand reached out and pulled him up.

"Xiaorong?" He looked up and saw Qin Xiaorong's face.

Yes, Qin Xiaorong drew a late lot, so it was not his turn to play yet.

I didn't expect that he saw such an embarrassing scene of mine.

Ashamed and annoyed.

But more of it is guilt.

He lowered his head and said, "I have brought shame to the Qin family."

Qin Xiaorong shook his head: "It's none of your business."

The Lei family is using all their resources to bet on Lei Hanyue winning the championship.

How could Qin Ye, a mere guard, compare with the entire Lei family?

Qin Ye was supported by Qin Xiaorong and returned to the audience seats.

He was badly wounded, and the places where he was whipped were bloody and horrible to look at.

He was gasping in pain and couldn't move half of his body. Maybe the bones inside were broken.

Qin Youyou shuddered: "Damn it, Lei Hanyue hit me so hard!"

"Hit her! Xiaorong, hit her hard when you get back!" she said angrily.

Qin Ye smiled bitterly.

Miss Youyou, please stop joking.

Xiao Rong is also a mid-stage great battle master. How could he defeat Lei Hanyue?

I still hope that God will bless Xiaorong and not let him draw that vicious woman in the second round of drawing lots.

Qin Xiaorong took out the hemostatic and tissue-growing pill and fed it to Qin Ye, nodding: "Okay."

it is good?

fine?

Qin Ye stared.

You, you still want to hit Lei Hanyue?

That’s the early stage of the War Sect!