The eldest sister just wanted to give up, while the spirit swords vied to recognize her as their mas

Yun Fuzhao felt a warmth in her heart and smiled as well, "I'm not surprised."

Song Ying and the others' eyes reddened, and without hesitation, they stepped forward and hugged Wang Liang, creating a warm and harmonious scene.

The onlookers only just realized what was happening and genuinely applauded Wang Liang.

The outer disciples cheered loudly.

"I've had a bad feeling about Ding Ling for a long time, and today I finally got my revenge."

"Wang Liang is a ruthless man. This is a case of hurting the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of his own."

"So, it's best not to bully honest people; they can be terrifying when they go crazy."

Yu Nian'er watched as the unconscious Ding Ling was carried away, her fingernails digging into her palms, almost drawing blood. She whispered to the people behind her.

"Everyone, don't let your guard down."

The four of them disagreed, saying, "Oh, what are you worried about, Senior Sister Yu? Wang Liang was just lucky."

"Exactly, do you think the remaining few are strong enough to make us wary?"

"Senior Sister Yu, Ding Ling lost most likely because his cultivation level was achieved by consuming pills." The disciple, who was as strong as a bear, chuckled. He already had some friction with Ding Ling, and now that he had lost so badly, he naturally wanted to mock him.

Yu Nian'er was taken aback, unaware of this reason.

Xiong's disciple Xu Zhuang patted his chest and said, "Just you wait and see, I'm going to smash them into mincemeat today."

His cultivation level was at the Great Perfection of the Spirit Realm. Unlike Ding Ling, he had experienced countless battles and participated in several competitions. The disciples who fought against him were all skinned alive.

It can be said that he is Yu Nian'er's trump card.

Next, it was Song Ying's turn to choose someone. Yu Nian'er thought she would choose Xu Zhuang, since she was the only one who had reached the Spirit Void stage.

However, the result was beyond her expectations; Song Ying chose an inner disciple at the mid-stage of the Spirit Realm.

Unlike Wang Liang's fighting style, Song Ying launched a fierce attack from the start. Despite her opponent being two periods ahead of her, she did not gain the slightest advantage.

"No, isn't Song Ying's the 'Three Extremes Technique'?"

"I heard that they went to the second floor on the day they chose the sword technique, but in just one day, they were able to find the long-hidden 'Three Extremes Technique'?"

"Why do I have a feeling that they were given guidance on the sword techniques they chose?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Yun Fuzhao.

But then she appeared out of nowhere and found a chaise longue, where she lay lazily, with the stray dog ​​and snake lying beside her, equally content.

Everyone: "..."

Can't we have a bit more of a sense of urgency in this competition?

While everyone was discussing it, the competition on the stage had already ended.

"Wait, how come Song Ying broke through again in the short time I turned around? Mid-stage Spirit Void???"

"Wow, wow, wow!"

"I reasonably suspect that they were suppressing their cultivation levels beforehand, waiting to break through to a higher level in a single challenge!"

"I think what you said makes sense."

Song Ying's cheeks were flushed from excessive excitement. She had knocked her opponent down, but she picked him up again and said, "Again, again!"

"What the hell are you! I'm not fighting anymore!" The man was covered in wounds, and seeing that Song Ying still wasn't going to let him go, he scrambled off the platform in a rather pathetic manner.

Song Ying looked regretful.

"My god, Song Ying is so scary. Luckily, I didn't fight her. Otherwise, I don't know if I would have seen the sun rise tomorrow."

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. I never thought anyone could run so fast in my life."

Song Ying jumped off the competition platform, her excitement still lingering. "Senior Sister Yun, I'm going to run two laps."

Yun Fuzhao clicked his tongue in amazement; such a strong presence of life. "...Go."

After losing two matches in a row, Yu Nian'er's smile began to fade.

Next up is Yi Nong, who chose the early stage of the Spirit Realm; the difference between the two is not significant.

As the disciples had predicted, Yi Nong also suppressed his cultivation. Halfway through the fight, he broke through to the early stage of the Spirit Realm, and the two were evenly matched.

Yi Nong moved with light steps and agility, easily deflecting even the fiercest attacks from his opponents.

There was no suspense this time either.

When Kang Cheng arrived, his opponent was a late-stage Spirit Realm cultivator, and the two were vastly different in strength.

Yu Nian'er thought she had it in the bag this time, but she was proven wrong.

Kang Cheng was incredibly cunning. He would retreat when the enemy advanced and advance when the enemy retreated, making his opponents run around in circles like a monkey.

Then someone knowledgeable realized what was going on: "I heard that Kang Cheng spent the entire month dealing with the Crimson Ostriches. As everyone knows, Crimson Ostriches are short-tempered and of high rank; you can't afford to have a direct confrontation with them."

One disciple chimed in: "You have to keep luring them away like this until they are exhausted, that's the best time to catch them."

"Now that you mention it, Yi Nong's steps are so light, like a cat's, because he plucked the crane's feathers."

"The most important thing for Wang Liang to cultivate in the 'Heart-Seizing Annihilation' technique is to remain calm and composed. No matter what kind of suppression he receives, he must maintain a calm and steady mind, accumulate strength, and then unleash it in one move to defeat his enemy. That's why he goes to carry manure every day!"

"What a strange yet effective cultivation method!"

Everyone looked at Yun Fuzhao once again.

The latter was leisurely popping grapes into his mouth, and when he saw them looking at him, he blinked in confusion.

Everyone gasped, unanimously agreeing that Yun Fuzhao was far from as harmless as she appeared; on the contrary, she was both alluring and dangerous.

Half an hour later, Kang Cheng won the contest.

His cultivation level also broke through to the mid-stage of the Spirit Realm.

Some outer disciples were incredibly envious. If they had known that fighting with inner disciples could increase their cultivation so much, they would have risked their lives to get into the top ten.

Yu Nian'er completely lost her composure. She looked anxiously at Hou Feiyu, "Senior Brother, what should we do..."

Hou Feiyu gently reassured her, "Don't worry, Xu Zhuang is still here, he won't lose."

Xu Zhuang grinned, "Senior Sister Yu, you can rest assured. I could strangle that little girl with one hand."

His aura was chilling and menacing, and his eyes were fiercer than most people's.

Hou Feiyu dared to say this because he personally witnessed Xu Zhuang kill and eat his fellow disciple under extreme conditions. He was a complete and utter psychopath.

Yun Fuzhao is truly brain-dead; how dare he challenge that delicate young girl, Shang Jia, to confront him.

Their words calmed Yu Nian'er down a bit.

After that, Shang Jia was completely reassured by her performance on stage, because the little girl with rosy lips and white teeth started crying on stage.

Large tears rolled down her cheeks; she looked like a helpless little rabbit that had been caught.

Xu Zhuang sized up Shang Jia with a lewd look. "Little sister, are you sure you want to fight me? Your skin is so delicate and tender, it makes me want to pamper you."

He gave a lewd laugh.

Shang Jia blinked and cried even harder.

He couldn't even hold a sword steady.

Xu Zhuang put his left hand behind his back. "Okay, I'll give you a handicap."

Shang Jia stopped crying. "Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Xu Zhuang licked his lips, secretly planning to capture the woman and give her a good beating after the competition.

Shang Jia dropped the common sword, which crashed to the ground with a thud.

Everyone didn't know why.

Then Shang Jia took out two kitchen knives.

Xu Zhuang: "?"