Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

The reason why she had made some achievements in physical training was mostly due to her brother's spiritual spring water.

Yu Xiangwan looked at the Yunmiao Sect disciple in front of him, flew up, and slashed out with a sword in his hand. The sword wind was sharp. The Yunmiao Sect disciple opened his eyes wide in fear when he saw this.

After all, he was only at the seventh level of foundation building. He was stunned for only a moment, then quickly dodged and was about to dodge, but Yu Xiangwan's next sword had already arrived at some point, blocking his retreat.

Just as he hesitated to change the direction of escape and flew upwards, he was inevitably knocked down from the arena, and his body flew dozens of meters away.

Seeing this, Yu Xiangwan calmly put away the cocoon, walked over to Ye Zhenan who was watching the show leisurely and stood beside him. The two of them looked in the direction of Yu Jiaoyue.

The disciples in the stands who noticed Yu Xiangwan were all shocked. No wonder he could watch the show peacefully on the arena for so long.

Is the original strength so terrifying?

With just three sword strikes, he defeated a cultivator at the seventh level of foundation building.

The Yunmiao Sect disciple who was fighting against Yu Jiaoyue became a little unstable when he saw his senior brother in the same group being knocked down by Yu Xiangwan with just three or two swords.

He was deeply afraid that Yu Xiangwan would give him another sword attack, causing him to follow in his senior brother's footsteps.

Yu Xiangwan had no idea what the disciple was thinking, he just stood aside and watched the show calmly.

He usually doesn't interfere in Yu Jiaoyue's competition.

Only free-range and trust can help Yu Jiaoyue grow faster.

After all, he couldn't stay with Yu Jiaoyue all the time, and relying on others was not as safe as relying on himself.

Various spells appeared one after another on the arena, and the flashes of swords and shadows were intertwined, making it difficult to defend against them.

Yu Xiangwan saw all kinds of young people full of vigor and vitality, in the prime of their lives, with outstanding talents, like the rising sun, blazing and dazzling.

Yu Xiangwan suddenly noticed the gazes falling on him from the stands, and turned around abruptly, facing Xia Yunlang, the elder of the Yunmiao Sect, who was on the high platform.

The distance was too far, so Yu Xiangwan couldn't see his gaze clearly. He only saw that although the young man's eyes were as clear as a swan's, they were full of vicissitudes of life. The look he gave him seemed to be filled with emotion, nostalgia, and guilt...

It was as if he was looking through him at the old friend who had been buried for thousands of years.

Yu Xiangwan on the arena was cold and aloof, with his black hair and red clothes fluttering in the wind, sparkling and dazzling, surpassing everyone else.

Xia Yunlang saw the young man looking at him and calmly looked away.

Yu Xiangwan was a little surprised. Why did Xia Yunlang look at him so calmly this time?

His eyes weren't as unfriendly as they were a few days ago.

Yu Xiangwan wanted to be free from being hated, but he couldn't get it. After all, no one wanted to create a potential powerful danger for no reason.

He just suddenly thought of his senior brother, the ordinary but gifted boy in the legend.

The eldest brother is their only connection with Xia Yunlang.

I don’t know what the master went down the mountain to do that would make him stay in Fuyao Sect for such a long time.

Yu Xiangwan didn't think any more and just focused on the competition. Then he turned around to look in the direction of Yu Jiaoyue and saw an imperceptible silver needle rapidly attacking Yu Jiaoyue's back.

Yu Jiaoyue was so focused on fighting the Yunmiao Sect disciple in front of her who had a lower level of cultivation that she didn't notice the danger behind her at all.

Yu Xiangwan was startled and quickly used the Wind-Stepping Technique without waiting for him to move.

With a glance, he saw a bright red afterimage stop behind Yu Jiaoyue in the blink of an eye. With just a slight raise of his hand, he blocked the fatal attack for her.

The silver needle fell with a sound and disappeared in an instant, hidden between heaven and earth.

The one who took action was Ye Zhen'an.

He had been paying attention to Yu Jiaoyue from the beginning, and naturally he had noticed the white figure with ill intentions hidden in the crowd.

Song Qinghe was also startled by this sudden change. In the blink of an eye, he was slapped hard by someone and took several steps back.

He and Yu Jiaoyue's cultivation levels were not as high as Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an, so naturally many people wanted to knock them off the arena first.

Although since he and Yu Jiaoyue stood beside Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhenan, fewer people attacked them.

However, there were also some people with higher cultivation than them who came to provoke them. Especially when they saw Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an just watching from the side and not trying to stop them, they became fearless and there was an endless stream of people coming forward to fight.

Song Qinghe swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat and looked at the person opposite him with a sinister look.

When Yu Jiaoyue saw Ye Zhen'an suddenly appear behind her, she also realized that someone was trying to plot against her. She was secretly annoyed that she was not vigilant enough and lost sight of one thing while fighting.

Fortunately, Brother Zhen'an is here.

"Thank you, Brother Zhen'an."

Ye Zhen'an nodded, his voice cold and cool, "Be careful and focus on the battle."

After saying this, he realized that his tone was too cold, so he added another sentence.

"Don't worry about others, leave the rest to me."

Yu Jiaoyue was touched and secretly decided that next time she gave the formation plate to her brother, she would also give one to her brother Zhen'an.

Thinking of this, his spiritual eyes looked towards the Yunmiao Sect disciple opposite him, and his attack was even more fierce.

Yu Xiangwan was relieved when he saw that Yu Jiaoyue was fine.

Then he looked at the person in front of Ye Zhen'an with cold eyes.

It was Ruan Xingyuan, the disciple of Chengfeng Sect who had snatched his feather tablet in the secret realm during the first round of competition.

Ye Zhen'an was just about to send him off the arena with a sword, when he saw his hand, which was holding the sword and preparing to fight, being gently held down by a hand as white as jade.

"Brother, let me do it."

Yu Xiangwan's voice was calm, gentle and clear, but it seemed as if a storm was about to come.

When Ye Zhen'an saw that it was Yu Xiangwan, he knew in his heart that Yu Xiangwan was angry.

So he stopped and just stood aside, looking in the direction of Yu Xiangwan and Yu Jiaoyue, to prevent anyone from taking advantage of their unpreparedness and doing something bad.

By the way, he also dealt with the disciples who occasionally overestimated their own abilities and tried to push him off the cliff.

Ruan Xingyuan was frightened when he saw Yu Xiangwan. The reason why he attacked Yu Jiaoyue was naturally because he knew the relationship between Yu Jiaoyue and Yu Xiangwan.

He was just taking the opportunity to take revenge. Didn't I hear that they had a very close relationship as siblings?

Then he would have to pay for the humiliation in the secret realm with his sister's life.

As for the rules, they are not important. At most, he will be imprisoned on the Siguo Peak of Shangchengfeng Sect for a hundred years. By then, he will leave Fuyao Sect and return to his own sect. Who knows whether he has been punished?

Everything was as expected, except for the unexpected appearance of Ye Zhenan, and the mission failed.

The plot failed, and now he was being stared at by Yu Xiangwan's cold and indifferent eyes, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

Rather than falling into Yu Xiangwan's hands, it is better to admit defeat. Anyway, his senior brother is still on the stage and he still has a chance to participate in the next round of competition.

Ruan Xingyuan was just planning to jump off the cliff to admit defeat, but when he ran to the edge of the arena, he was hit back by Yu Xiangwan's fierce palm wind and fell heavily to the ground.

He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, his heart seemed to be shattered by the palm wind, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

Yu Xiangwan saw from the beginning that Ruan Xingyuan wanted to escape and admit defeat.

Just pretend not to notice, and when he is about to see hope, beat him back to his original form.

Yu Xiangwan slowly walked towards Ruan Xingyuan, who was lying on the ground in a mess, amidst the flashing swords and shadows.

Ruan Xingyuan was frightened when he saw Yu Xiangwan in his gorgeous and flamboyant red dress fluttering in the wind and his black hair flying.

The exquisite and picturesque young man in front of him seemed like the devil to him.

He seemed to have underestimated Yu Xiangwan.

Just about to admit defeat.

As long as he admits defeat, the disciples who maintain order in the competition will come and take him away from the arena.

So he spoke hurriedly and looked at the elders in the stands with trembling eyes as he saw Yu Xiangwan approaching.

"I……"

Before he could even open his mouth, Yu Xiangwan struck out with another palm.

Ruan Xingyuan flew dozens of meters away in an instant, and his broken body even passed through the other two disciples who were fighting at lightning speed.

He fell heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his snow-white disciple robe red.

The two disciples who were fighting were stunned for only a moment before they attacked their opponents in an instant.

Ruan Xingyuan, who finally stopped sliding, looked at Yu Xiangwan in the crowd in the distance in horror, and was about to admit defeat without wasting a second.

Who knew that as soon as he opened his mouth, he spit out mouthfuls of blood and couldn't say anything at all.