After her senior sister was reborn, she actually became a powerful and arrogant protagonist?!

"It's not a fair victory. How come I never noticed before that Junior Brother Zhao has such a talent for telling jokes?"

Chu Luobai couldn't help but chuckle, instantly drawing an even more furious glare from Zhao Yunlan.

"Since you're unwilling to admit defeat, are you planning to fight hand-to-hand?"

Before Zhao Yunlan could reply, Chu Luobai sighed.

"Fine, I'll give you one more chance."

With that, Chu Luobai put Lingxiao behind him, turned around and walked to the side of the arena, calling out to Qiu Lin.

"Could you please find me a bamboo pole, Junior Brother Qiu?"

There was a bamboo grove not far from the arena, and Qiu Lin quickly found a long, thin bamboo pole.

Chu Luobai took the emerald green bamboo pole, swung it twice in his hand, and nodded in satisfaction.

She then pulled the longsword that was stuck on the edge of the arena and threw it into Zhao Yunlan's hand.

"Junior Brother Zhao, how about I use this bamboo pole to replace Lingxiao this time?"

Zhao Yunlan looked at Chu Luobai with a suspicious expression.

"What, do you need to check it?"

Meeting the questioning gaze, Chu Luobai handed one end of the bamboo pole to Zhao Yunlan.

After a careful inspection, the suspicion on Zhao Yunlan's face dissipated.

"Hmph, you know it's dishonest to use Lingxiao to win. Once you're expelled from the sect, Lingxiao will be mine."

As Zhao Yunlan spoke, he even gave Chu Luobai a slight bow in a mock manner.

He pointed his longsword at the ground, and a confident smile returned to his face.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yurou couldn't help but feel worried.

“With a bamboo pole... even without magic weapons, Senior Sister still has a chance to defeat Senior Brother Zhao.”

How can you humiliate someone like that?

"She's just too arrogant. It's good to deflate her arrogance now."

Jiang Yuzhe frowned as she looked at Chu Luobai, increasingly finding it difficult to understand this senior sister who had raised her for so many years.

Jiang Kuan, standing in the crowd, snorted coldly.

"They deliberately used a bamboo pole so that if they lost, they could say that Zhao Yunlan's victory was unfair."

"Chu Luobai really played his cards well!"

On the stage.

"Chu Luobai, you won't be so lucky this time."

"You will pay the price for your arrogance."

Zhao Yunlan let out a low roar, and the long sword in his hand flashed with light, as if a dragon was emitting a series of clear cries.

"Zhao Yunlan is about to get serious."

"His Dragon Transformation Sword Technique is so advanced that even I am impressed."

"Just now, Chu Luobai did indeed use some tricks."

Qiu Lin listened to these comments and just pursed his lips in exasperation.

Chu Luobai gripped the bamboo pole with his right hand and drew a semicircle in the air.

"I wonder if Junior Brother Zhao has ever heard an old saying?"

Zhao Yunlan ignored Chu Luobai and mobilized the spiritual power in his body, his movements as swift as the wind.

The long sword in his hand transformed into streaks of cold light, sweeping towards Chu Luobai.

"It seems Junior Brother Zhao isn't quite clear on this."

Chu Luobai's expression remained unchanged as he lightly tapped his toes on the arena.

Although his movements were slow, he always managed to dodge Zhao Yunlan's attacks perfectly.

"Then let me, as your senior, tell you."

"Smooth-talking! A coward who only knows how to hide!"

Zhao Yunlan shouted sternly, but he was starting to get anxious.

When did Chu Luobai's movement skills become so amazing? I couldn't even land a single hit on her!

"Ming Li."

Zhao Yunlan steeled his resolve, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword's momentum instantly shifted.

The spiritual energy in his body was mobilized to its maximum.

Countless streaks of cold light on the arena converged into a gigantic sword shadow.

Like a dragon emerging from the sea, it emits a heart-stirring roar.

The sword energy was immense, seemingly capable of tearing through the void.

"Only then."

Chu Luobai uttered two words calmly, channeling his spiritual energy into the bamboo pole in his hand.

In an instant, the bamboo pole transformed into a white sword shadow, fiercely meeting the attack head-on.

"aldult."

The two objects collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening roar.

"Chu Luobai, you dare to lecture me!"

Before anyone knew it, Zhao Yunlan had already flashed behind Chu Luobai.

The longsword was wreathed in dragon shadows, and his whole body was brimming with killing intent.

The sword tip flashed with cold light, aiming straight for Chu Luobai's vital points behind him.

As he saw his hand about to be won, a hint of smugness flashed in Zhao Yunlan's eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

But before his smile could fully form, he discovered that Chu Luobai, whom he had stabbed, had turned into a cloud of white mist.

It simply dissipated in place.

"and many more!"

Zhao Yunlan felt a chill in his heart and a gust of wind at his side.

A sharp pain shot through my abdomen, the wind whistled in my ears, and suddenly everything went black.

Zhao Yunlan's body was sent flying like a tattered rag.

"Oh!"

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground startled the audience.

As the sword shadows dissipated, they only saw Zhao Yunlan collapsed on the ground, vomiting mouthfuls of blood.

"Only by understanding etiquette can one become a complete person."

"Junior Brother Zhao, did you hear me clearly?"

Chu Luobai stood with his hands behind his back, the bamboo pole in his hand pointing directly at his chest.

I checked it myself! It's just an ordinary bamboo pole!

how...

How can it be!

Zhao Yunlan's eyes widened, and a wave of despair surged in his heart.

"No way? Zhao Yunlan can't even beat Senior Sister Chu who's wielding a bamboo pole?"

"With this level of skill, no wonder everyone looks like they're practicing evil arts."

"You had the nerve to say others used magic weapons, but when others used bamboo poles while he used his own sword, he still couldn't win."

"With his talent for cultivation, how did he manage to become an inner disciple of Xiaoyao Peak?"

After the battle ended, the disciples watching from below the stage immediately began to discuss it.

Countless mocking gazes fell upon Zhao Yunlan.

"No, don't look at me."

Zhao Yunlan struggled to cover his face with his sleeve.

With a crisp crack, it seemed as if something inside Zhao Yunlan's body shattered.

The whole person fainted immediately.

Chu Luobai raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze to the disciples below the stage.

The murmurs gradually subsided, and the disciples who had previously questioned the matter felt a chill run down their spines and dared not raise their heads.

Chu Luobai slowly walked to the edge of the arena, her gaze fixed on Jiang Kuan.

"I heard Junior Brother Jiang say that female cultivators are inferior to male cultivators?"

"No...nothing like that."

Suddenly called out by name, Jiang Kuan could only lower his head and awkwardly reply.

"Instead of talking about the results of the sect competition, let's come up and try it today."

"I'll still use this bamboo pole."

As Chu Luobai spoke, he tapped the bamboo pole twice on the arena, producing a crisp sound.

In that instant, Jiang Kuan felt his legs go weak and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly.

"Senior Sister Chu, I was just speaking recklessly. Please forgive my rudeness!"

Just as Chu Luobai was about to speak, Mu Yurou suddenly appeared out of nowhere and blocked Jiang Kuan's way.

"Senior sister, it's best to be forgiving when you can. There's no need to make things difficult for the sect's disciples."

"Really? Then why don't you come up and have a match with me?"

Chu Luobai sneered, "This Mu Yurou really is everywhere."

"I..."

Mu Yurou bit her lower lip lightly, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Senior sister, you don't need to..."

Jiang Yuzhe, standing to the side, also wanted to speak up.

"Enough! The arena is no child's play."

An aged voice, accompanied by a powerful aura, enveloped the entire arena.

"Those who spoke just now shall all go to the Cliff of Repentance and reflect on their mistakes for three days."

After Elder Zhao Yushi spoke, no one dared to utter another word.