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

Someone in the stands finally noticed something unusual happening with Yu Xiangwan.

Seeing a Yunshang Sect disciple being tortured over and over by Yu Xiangwan on the arena, everyone had different expressions.

Yu Xiangwan's actions were simply one-sided humiliation and abuse.

When Yu Xiangwan struck Ruan Xingyuan again, he suddenly noticed many eyes on him in the stands.

He decided to restrain himself in public.

After all, he is only in the Foundation Establishment Stage, so he shouldn't be too arrogant.

Yu Xiangwan stopped what he was doing, looked down at Ruan Xingyuan, who was lying on the ground like a beaten dead fish, and said contemptuously.

"Even a sneak attack would not be successful."

"A fool who is inferior in skill to others."

Ruan Xingyuan's face was covered in blood, and even the area under him was stained red with blood.

His hair was disheveled and he looked disheveled.

He was unable to move at all when hearing Yu Xiangwan's mocking words. He underestimated Yu Xiangwan's desire for revenge. Noticing the burning gazes around him, he felt even more hatred in his heart.

Sooner or later, he will make him pay the price!

Yu Xiangwan looked at the Fuyao Sect disciples who were flying towards him from the stands to maintain order, estimated Ruan Xingyuan's distance from the edge of the arena, squatted down, looked directly at Ruan Xingyuan, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Don't you want to jump off a cliff?"

"I'll give you a ride."

Yu Xiangwan stood up leisurely, and as soon as he finished speaking, he raised his foot and kicked Ruan Xingyuan. In an instant, he turned into a soft arc like a rag and fell off the arena in the blink of an eye.

The two Fuyao Sect disciples who were on their way to Yu Xiangwan were: "..."

He saw that the man had been kicked off the arena by Yu Xiangwan without mercy.

He had no choice but to turn around and fly towards the place where Ruan Xingyuan fell.

Ruan Xingyuan, who was kicked off the arena, was covered in blood and as broken as mud, and flew towards the medical room.

After Yu Xiangwan dealt with Ruan Xingyuan, he looked at his feet stained with Ruan Xingyuan's blood and cast a cleaning spell. He then looked at the ground and felt that the blood was too unsightly, so he cast a cleaning spell on the ground of the arena to clean up the battlefield.

In an instant, the arena in front of him looked brand new. It was impossible to tell that a half-dead person covered in blood was lying there just a second ago.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual on Yu Jiaoyue's side, Yu Xiangwan looked at the other disciples who were fighting, one by one.

As for the Yunmiao Sect disciple with low cultivation who was fighting against Yu Jiaoyue, he had been defeated by Yu Jiaoyue at some point.

Now she is fighting against someone else.

Yu Xiangwan's eyes were cold as he scanned the disciples present one by one.

It was not until he saw one of the white figures fighting in the center of the arena that a warm smile gradually appeared on his face.

Got you.

Yu Xiangwan didn't care whether Sheng Zhiwu was a warrior or not, and flew forward to join the battle.

During this time, he was afraid that Shang Ju Lu could not hear what he said clearly because they were too far away, so he kindly used his spiritual power to amplify the spread of his voice. While reminding Shang Ju Lu, he held the cocoon in his hand to accumulate strength.

"Friend Shang, your junior brother attempted to kill someone during the competition."

"I don't want to see him again in the next round of competition."

"In this case, I can only wrong you."

Although he had seriously injured Ruan Xingyuan, Yunshang Sect was a large sect with countless rare medicines and elixirs, so there was no guarantee that he would not meet Ruan Xingyuan again in the next round.

Shang Ju Lu was originally fighting with the opponent's disciple in a close fight, and the two were evenly matched. He was suddenly startled when he heard the voice behind him.

Before he could react, two sword winds came towards him rapidly in front and behind.

In a split second, he could only fly away and barely avoid it.

Yu Xiangwan's sharp sword energy collided unexpectedly with the sword energy coming from the opposite side, making a loud bang and exploding.

The disciples who were closer to them were inevitably affected to varying degrees.

Seeing Shang Julu avoid him, Yu Xiangwan quickly used the Wind-Stepping Technique and quickly flashed behind Shang Julu.

He kicked him in the back and instantly kicked him dozens of meters away.

Shang Ju Luben had been fighting with others for a long time and lacked spiritual power. He was able to avoid Yu Xiangwan's first attack but not the second.

Not far away, there was a disciple fighting against Shang Ju Lu. The two had been in a stalemate for a long time. Seeing someone targeting him, he was naturally happy to see it happen.

Yu Xiangwan had no intention of humiliating Shang Ju Lu. When he saw Shang Ju Lu was about to fall to the ground, he flew forward, grabbed Shang Ju Lu by the collar and ran straight to the edge of the arena.

As he moved, his hand loosened, and Yu Xiangwan stood in mid-air, looking at Shang Julu who fell off the cliff with cold eyes.

Everything happened in an instant. Shang Ju Lu had no time to react at all before his short second round of competition ended.

At this moment, when he thought of Ruan Xingyuan mentioned by Yu Xiangwan, he felt his blood boiling.

Seeing that Shang Julu had fallen and had no chance of counterattack, Yu Xiangwan turned around and walked to Ye Zhenan.

Yu Jiaoyue and Song Qinghe were extremely busy, and the only disciples left on the arena were those at the seventh, eighth, or ninth level of foundation building.

When he suddenly saw Yu Jiaoyue and Song Qinghe, whose cultivation was not very high, he naturally had to step forward and knock them down first so that he could have the opportunity to advance.

Yu Jiaoyue was fine, she was at the seventh level of foundation building, but Song Qinghe was only at the fifth level.

Fortunately, he was a talisman practitioner, and he threw the talismans in his hand at the disciples opposite him as if they were free.

No one came forward to provoke Ye Zhen'an. After all, no one could see his cultivation level, so who would dare to go forward?

Of course, you should pick the softest persimmons.

Yu Xiangwan joined Ye Zhen'an in watching the show. He felt that it was indeed boring to just watch, so he took out two cups of iced spiritual juice from the orchid ring.

He handed one cup to Ye Zhenan and drank the other cup himself.

When his mouth felt cool, his cold eyes narrowed slightly with some enjoyment.

That's right.

You always have to prepare some spiritual food when watching others compete.

Ye Zhen'an naturally did not join Yu Xiang'an in making trouble. He moved his hand to put the cup of spiritual juice into the storage ring.

Yu Xiangwan saw this and quickly stopped him.

"Hey, Senior Brother, why don't you leave it here with me first? I'll give it to you whenever you want to drink it when we get back."

After all, Ye Zhenan’s storage ring has no function of preserving food. Wouldn’t it be a waste if he really put it in?

Ye Zhen'an nodded when he heard this.

"Alright."

Another stick of incense passed, and Yu Xiangwan looked at the huge water curtain in the distance, and saw the number one hundred and one displayed on it.

There were only one hundred and one pairs left on the arena.

Seeing that Yu Jiaoyue and Song Qinghe had little spiritual power left from the round-the-clock battle, everyone planned to work together to shoot them down and end the second round of competition directly.

Yu Xiangwan couldn't just stand by and watch. He raised his wrist and released a stream of spiritual energy at high speed.

Knock one of them off the arena.

Yu Xiangwan had observed that the man had a low level of cultivation and could definitely not defeat Yu Jiaoyue in a one-on-one fight.

However, Yu Jiaoyue was exhausted in energy and spiritual power after the endless round-robin battle, so she was at a disadvantage.

At this moment, the number on the water curtain above the cliff suddenly changed from one hundred and one to one hundred.

The people still on the arena breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the numbers pop up on the water curtain.

At least I stayed.

Seeing that the competition was over, Yu Xiangwan walked to Yu Jiaoyue's side. Looking at the injuries of varying sizes on Yu Jiaoyue's body, a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

Holding Yu Jiaoyue's hand, he slowly output the rich healing power through the cover of his body.

The hidden injuries on Yu Jiaoyue's body slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yu Jiaoyue felt warm and let her brother support her.

Yu Xiangwan supported Yu Jiaoyue and flew to the stands with Ye Zhen'an. As soon as Yu Jiaoyue returned to the stands, she was taken away by a senior sister from Fu Feng.

Yu Xiangwan glanced casually and suddenly saw a white figure that could not have appeared here.

There was a hint of surprise in Yu Xiangwan's tone.

"Master?!"

Ye Zhen'an also greeted respectfully, his voice light.

"Master."

Ning Yu saw the young disciple in red clothes, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions, but his tone was as calm as water and as cold as ice.

"Ah."

Yu Xiangwan had long been accustomed to his master's cold expression, so he did not feel ignored when he saw this. Instead, he spoke with great interest.

"When did Master come?"

Ning Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and vaguely remembered the two red figures that caught his eyes when he rushed over just now.

Young people are free and unrestrained, and infinitely elegant. They don't need to chase the light. Wherever they stand, there is light.

But he didn't expect that Xiao Ba, who was usually a quiet and cold person, could be so mischievous and wanton.

He was actually watching others compete on the arena while drinking spiritual fruit juice.

This scene inexplicably made him feel familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was. He just felt that there must have been such a young man in his memory before.

Fearless of the world, bright and outspoken.