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

"Fuyao Sect's Yu Xiangwan wins!"

When Yu Xiangwan turned around, he found that many disciples in the stands were looking at him with bubbling eyes, as if they had suddenly discovered a treasure.

I can't help but feel a little confused.

Fly straight back to your seat.

Just as he sat down, the jade stick in the hand of Ye Zhenan beside him turned into a stream of light, and then the whole person appeared directly on the No. 1 fighting stage.

The young man's red clothes fluttered in the wind, showing his elegant demeanor. Even if he just stood there and did nothing, he would attract countless eyes to follow him.

Yu Xiangwan looked at the other arenas again, and there was someone he was familiar with standing on almost every arena.

Well, Yu Jiaoyue, Li Zhi and the love-brained heroine Luo Yuanzhi stood on the other three arenas respectively.

Most of the people Yu Xiangwan knew were gathered together at one time.

Ye Zhen'an's opponent is a disciple of the Yunshang Sect who is at the eighth level of foundation building.

The two men exchanged greetings, and then Ye Zhen'an condensed a scorching fire spiritual power in his palm and attacked the disciple of Yunshang Sect. He only launched one attack without even drawing his sword. The man only had time to hold the sword in front of him to reduce the impact, and then quickly fell off the cliff with a confused and angry look on his face.

Yu Xiangwan: “…”

The stunned crowd in the stands: "..."

Those who could enter the finals were undoubtedly the best in their respective sects. Unexpectedly, he couldn't even withstand a single blow. This was the first competition in hundreds of years that ended so quickly.

Everyone was stunned in disbelief for two seconds before they came to their senses. The originally silent stands suddenly became noisy, and the disciples were whispering and chattering to each other.

Ye Zhen'an was indifferent to everyone's reactions. He didn't seem happy about winning the competition easily, nor did he show any other emotions. It was as if he just passed by the competition arena and threw someone off the cliff.

"Fuyao Sect's Ye Zhen'an wins!"

The referee disciple on the No. 1 fighting arena belatedly announced the result of the competition.

Yu Xiangwan saw Ye Zhenan coming back. Although his face was cold, he praised with a smile on his lips, "Senior brother is really amazing."

Ye Zhen'an nodded and sat down calmly, if you ignore the faint red on the tip of his ear.

Yu Xiangwan initially wondered if Ye Zhen'an's arrogance had offended the Yunshang Sect.

When the disciple of Yunshang Sect was lifted up by the clouds under the cliff of the arena, Yu Xiangwan finally understood why Ye Zhenan did not just deal with him politely for a few more moves, but went straight to the point and defeated him.

It turned out to be the man in blue who tried to snatch the Ye Zhen An Yu Jian piece and was beaten up in the first round of the secret realm.

That's okay. He would do the same if he were in your shoes. Don't blame Ye Zhen'an.

After all, respect should be given to those who deserve it, and the man in blue doesn't deserve it.

But no one expected that this person could actually make it to the finals. If Yu Xiangwan had discovered him earlier, he would have taken Ruan Xingyuan with him when he threw him off the cliff in the second round.

It's just a matter of convenience.

But after meeting Ye Zhen'an, this is the end of it.

Yu Xiangwan didn't know whether to say that this person was lucky or unlucky.

You say he was unlucky, but he was able to advance all the way to the finals. You say he was lucky, because among the two hundred people he chose Ye Zhenan, whom he had offended.

Another stick of incense passed, and the competitions on several other arenas also came to an end.

"Li Zhi of Yunmiao Sect wins!"

"Yu Jiaoyue of the Fuyao Sect wins!"

"Luo Yuanzhi of Yunmiao Sect wins!"

"Zhang Er of the Imperial Air Sect wins!"

Except for Zhang Er, it was no surprise that others won, even if it was a little difficult.

The competition lasted for three days, and during these days Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhenan won without any pressure.

Yu Jiaoyue also successfully made it into the top thirteen with her excellent formations and unpredictable spells.

As usual, the elder in charge of Fuyao Sect draws lots and distributes them to the top thirteen disciples. Disciples who draw the same number will go on stage directly according to the number. There is also one empty lot, and those who draw the empty lot can directly advance to the next round.

Yu Xiangwan looked at the jade stick floating in front of him and touched it lightly with his fingertips.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared on the No. 2 fighting arena.

And now standing opposite him is a disciple of Chengfeng Sect who is at the ninth level of foundation building.

Yu Xiangwan knew about this disciple. He had dual spiritual roots of gold and wood, and was over two hundred years old. He was unable to participate in the last sect competition because he was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, so he participated in this session.

There are many disciples like him. Almost every sect has many such disciples.

After all, there are only a few disciples who can participate in the sect competition as soon as they enter the sect.

"Fuyao Sect, Yu Xiangwan."

"Yunmiao Sect, Qi Jiming."

Qi Jiming flew into the air first, and a long sword with a cold glow broke through the air and hit Yu Xiangwan in the face.

Yu Xiangwan quickly turned around to avoid it, then jumped up on the tip of his toes, picked up Pojian and clashed with Qi Jiming's sword in the air.

The two fought fiercely for a while, and the situation was stalemate.

After all, Qi Jiming had practiced for two hundred years longer than him, and his cultivation was more solid than his, so Yu Xiangwan had a hard time fighting against him.

After a stick of incense, Yu Xiangwan changed his mind and immediately used the Wind-Stepping Technique to retreat quickly, suddenly disappearing from the arena. Like a gust of wind passing by, only a red afterimage remained on the arena.

Except for the disciples and elders of various sects with high cultivation, it is difficult for ordinary people to capture the specific location of Yu Xiangwan.

The red afterimage kept circling around Qi Jiming.

Qi Jiming couldn't find Yu Xiangwan's exact location for a long time, and veins bulged on his forehead. The longer he delayed, the worse it would be for him.

But every time he swung the sword, it missed the target and only hit the air, not even touching Yu Xiangwan's sleeve.

Seeing that Qi Jiming was getting anxious, Yu Xiangwan condensed a long sword of wooden spiritual power while running and took the initiative to attack.

Suddenly, Qi Jiming felt a chill on his back and quickly turned around and slashed out with his sword.

The moment he turned around, the long sword made of wood spirit energy in front of him was chopped into pieces by his sword, and turned into emerald green starlight scattered in the air.

By the time he reacted, a sharp sword blade was already against his throat, and any movement would instantly cut his fragile throat.

Qi Jiming's eyes flashed with disbelief, but the sharp sword at his throat forced him to face reality.

He lost.

"you lose."

Yu Xiangwan held the sword against Qi Jiming's neck in his right hand and stood behind him, the two of them very close.

"I surrender……"

Qi Jiming's voice was a little dry.

Seeing that he admitted defeat, Yu Xiangwan put away the cocoon that was against his throat and left leisurely.

"Concession."

When he returned to the stands, he saw Yu Jiaoyue sitting in Fu Feng's exclusive seat, looking back at him. The girl was as beautiful as a peach, with rosy cheeks, and even her winks and eyes showed her cuteness.

Her pink lips opened and closed, and then she made a powerful gesture towards him.

Yu Xiangwan burst into laughter when he saw this.

Yu Jiaoyue was praising him and said that she had drawn a blank this time.

After Yu Xiangwan's group finished competing, the two disciples who drew number six in the last group appeared on the No. 2 competition platform.

They were Luo Yuanzhi and another disciple from Yu Jianfeng.

The girl held a silver-white long sword in her hand, her white clothes fluttering in the wind. Her every move was as gentle as the breeze, but each sword move held a hidden secret. Wherever her sword blew, nothing would remain intact.

Soon, the robe of the disciple from Yu Jian Peak was torn to pieces.

Yu Xiangwan was watching intently.

Luo Yuanzhi's swordsmanship was so soft, like a veil wrapped around a veil. It didn't seem like the girl was competing on the arena, but rather dancing with a sword. Her strength was blended with softness, and her edge was hidden beneath the gentle blade.

Beautiful bones, gentle land, unexpected attack, killing without being seen.