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

Her words stirred up a storm in Hou Feiyu's heart.

He only told Yu Nian'er about obtaining the Wanqi Pavilion token. How did Yun Fuzhao find out?

Everyone knows how rare the opportunity to enter the Myriad Weapons Pavilion is, and Hou Feiyu doesn't want to give it up.

He began to consider leaving.

Just then, Yu Nian'er hooked her arm around his, her voice trembling with tears, "Senior Brother, Nian'er doesn't want to lose Taxue. I've already considered it family..."

Seeing his beloved junior sister with that expression, Hou Feiyu was torn.

Yu Nian'er hooked her finger in his palm and said softly, "This year, Nian'er wants to spend the Qixi Festival with her senior brother."

Upon hearing this, Hou Feiyu's heart swayed completely towards Yu Nian'er.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Yun Fuzhao, "Okay. But I also have conditions."

Yun Fuzhao's lips curled up wildly, and she barely managed to suppress her laughter. "Go on," she said.

"If you lose, the bet with Nian'er will be canceled, but Wuji will still have to be handed over."

Yun Fuzhao pretended to hesitate, and after a long while, he reluctantly agreed.

Hou Feiyu added, "Your Wuji suppression is too strong. How about we don't compete with swords in this match?"

"Then what should we compare?"

"No restrictions, as long as you don't draw your sword."

Upon hearing this, Song Ying, who was returning from her run, immediately became agitated. "Senior Brother Hou, isn't this a bit unfair?"

"That's right, what else can sword cultivators compare if not swords?"

"Hilarious! What's the difference between this and not letting someone open their mouth while eating?"

The outer disciples had now become complete fans of Yun Fuzhao, and they were naturally unhappy to see their idol being bullied like this.

Yu Nian'er said softly, "But Senior Sister Yun's Wuji Sword is ranked first on the Famous Swords List. Any sword that encounters it can only submit. Isn't that unfair to Senior Brother?"

"Senior Sister Yu is right. Isn't a competition all about one's own strength? Or is it that Yun Fuzhao, a dignified sword cultivator, only dares to hide behind his sword when fighting?"

The disciples had differing opinions.

Hou Feiyu looked at Yun Fuzhao, "I can let you bring a contracted beast."

Everyone looked at the two small animals nestled on the chaise lounge, dozing off.

Can this really be called a contracted beast?

One disciple couldn't help but laugh, "Next time I catch a mouse, I'll say it's my contracted beast."

"If that's the case, then why can't the cockroach in my house be a contracted beast?"

"Hahaha!"

Yun Fuzhao disagreed, "You said it yourself."

Hou Feiyu: "I said it."

Yun Fuzhao walked over and picked Jiaoyu up. Qi Huai looked up at this and looked pitiful, as if to say, "Are you really not going to choose me?"

“It’s not that I don’t want to choose you,” Yun Fuzhao patted his head, “it’s just that my strength doesn’t allow it.”

Yun Fuzhao was well aware of Qi Huai's fighting ability; he was just a pretty face with no fighting skills, the kind of person who would be snatched up in chaotic times.

Although she didn't know Jiaoyu's strength, she was still more reliable than Qi Huai.

Jiaoyu wrapped her arm around Yun Fuzhao's arm, her head held high, clearly smug.

Qi Huai gritted his teeth inwardly. This stupid woman! He was an eight-tailed fox! Eight tails!

Seeing this, Hou Feiyu added, "You can bring both of them."

"No need. I'm afraid it would be an unfair victory."

Hou Feiyu: "..." What a boastful tone.

Unable to use a sword, Yun Fuzhao could only use the Illusion Technique.

Hou Feiyu is currently at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm and is Meng Ci'er's personal disciple, so he must have many treasures in his possession.

Dealing with him is really a bit tricky.

Seemingly sensing her emotions, Jiaoyu rubbed her hand against the back of her hand.

Yun Fuzhao lowered her head and met those crimson beastly eyes. It was clearly saying: Don't be afraid, I'm here.

That's pretty domineering.

Hou Feiyu stepped onto the competition stage, his aura suddenly surged, and his body was surrounded by purple light and electricity.

He has the Thunder Spirit Root.

This spiritual root is notoriously ferocious.

Hou Feiyu raised his hand, and a bolt of purple lightning as thick as an arm appeared, coiling above him like a snake.

The sky darkened, and muffled thunder rumbled intermittently from the clouds.

"Is this the strength of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator? It's absolutely terrifying!"

"This is what you call the Golden Core stage. Ding Ling's was just child's play."

"What a joke! This is the sect leader's personal disciple. How can Ding Ling compare to him?"

"Yun Fuzhao is probably doomed this time."

"Light an incense stick for her."

Song Ying was extremely anxious. "Senior Sister Yun, please be careful!"

Yun Fuzhao was somewhat surprised; it was quite cool. It was just a pity that her five spiritual roots didn't include lightning, otherwise she could have given it a try.

"boom!"

The lightning bolt, crackling and sparkling, struck fiercely, but Yun Fuzhao deftly dodged it by lightly touching the ground with the soles of his feet.

The spot where she was standing was now cleaved into a deep trench. If it had landed on her, she probably would have been split in two.

With a flick of her wrist, her entire palm was covered in a layer of eerie blue flames.

Hou Feiyu was taken aback. Before he could figure out where her fire came from, she appeared before him like a ghost. Her flaming fist was right in front of his face.

Hou Feiyu's pupils contracted as he barely dodged to the side.

The intense heat of the flames curled his eyebrows.

The two quickly began fighting hand-to-hand.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of moves.

The more they fought, the more solemn Hou Feiyu's expression became. As a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, he couldn't gain the slightest advantage against a Spirit Realm Perfection cultivator.

Hou Feiyu knew that continuing the fight would be disadvantageous for him, so he retreated dozens of steps, made hand seals, and several bolts of deep purple lightning exploded out.

He viciously stabbed at Yun Fuzhao.

Just as Yun Fuzhao was about to dodge, Jiaoyu flew out first, its half-grown body blocking her way. It opened its mouth, and the crackling, fiery bolts of lightning were swallowed into its mouth.

"!!!"

The expected explosion and death did not occur.

That snake, which looked like a wild snake growing by the roadside, actually swallowed Zi Lei whole!

In a short while, Jiaoyu squinted her eyes in satisfaction, let out a burp that was still sparkling.

Hou Feiyu stared in disbelief, “This, this…”

Yun Fuzhao was also surprised. How many more surprises do you have that I don't know about?

Jiaoyu landed on Yun Fuzhao's shoulder, with faint lightning rolling within its small, white-gold horn.

Hou Feiyu was still in a daze when Yun Fuzhao condensed fire in his palm, and soon a dark blue fireball the size of a sandbag formed.

"go."

The fireball streaked away like an arrow released from a bow.

Hou Feiyu instinctively released lightning to defend himself, but he was eaten by Yun Fuzhao's snake as soon as he came out.

"..."

He could only scramble to avoid it.

Yun Fuzhao was exhausted from performing that set of punches, so she simply sat down cross-legged and recklessly hurled fireballs at Hou Feiyu.

Hou Feiyu dodged left and right, unable to keep up with the attacks.

The art style is inexplicably somewhat comical.

"No, Yun Fuzhao's spiritual energy never runs dry?"

"Is this really the amount of spiritual energy a Spiritual Perfection cultivator should have?"

Enraged, Hou Feiyu shouted, "Thunder Cloud Lion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a two-meter-tall lion came galloping over, its large paws landing on the arena, causing the ground to cave in.

It circled around Hou Feiyu once.

Lightning also swirled around its body.

A contracted beast of the same attribute as him.

"A sixth-grade spirit beast!"

"Yun Fuzhao is doomed now."

The outer disciples were all worried for her.

Yun Fuzhao got excited.

A sixth-grade beast core? Here you go.