"Does that mean you shouldn't be overprotective? But as for the aristocratic family..." Qiao Qingyu looked worried.
"It doesn't matter, you can come if you want. Your status as a disciple of Tianzun is very good. You can't expect to stand out and no one will pay attention to it. A little trouble is considered healthy." I smiled and said, being too low-key is not a good thing, and being too high-profile is courting death.
, so the identity of Tianzun’s disciple is most appropriate.
Qiao Qingyu nodded, discussed some details with me, and then left the sword field in a hurry. After all, she had to notify Yuan Ci to come over, and she also needed to get active.
When Mu Li saw Xing'er coming out, he quickly came over and took Xing'er to the disciples' back where he was staying temporarily, and then arranged the competition.
"The thirty-two candidates for the seed contestants have been selected in advance by the major sword fields. Now the list has been submitted internally, and now the competition is competing for the last thirty-two places. This is the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect of this year's Little Sword Club.
Here’s the sword field list.” Mu Li smiled.
"Oh...can I participate in the competition now?" Xing'er was eager to try. After all, she was now a disciple of the Guiyi Realm, but she was suppressed in the Zhenxuan Realm.
"Of course there is no problem. Because the disciple is injured and still recovering, each matchup is flexible. If Master Nephew Ding is ready, then let's start. The disciple you will face in the first match this time is better than you.
I started a little later, but my strength is pretty good and my swordsmanship is very outstanding, so nephew Ding has to be more careful." After Mu Li finished speaking, he motioned for his disciple to lead Xing'er to the competition venue.
After handing over the proposal to prepare for the competition, I quickly received a reply. The competition system arrangement is indeed flexible and changeable. After all, even the big sword field has dozens of games, so the time for rotation on stage is not generous.
The disciple who came on stage was about fourteen or fifteen years old. He was carrying a fairy sword on his back. He looked very dignified and had already reached the Zhenxuan realm. He was the same as the cultivation level that Xing'er was showing now. This extraordinary appearance attracted people's attention.
The disciples cheered, and even the female fairy chatted in the audience and discussed the young hero on the stage.
Xing'er looked at this scene and felt a little ashamed before she even came on stage. After all, her thoughts were connected with mine, and I could easily understand what she was thinking. Of course, I felt it was unnecessary to comfort her. This kind of thing cannot be done by just comforting her.
Only true rejuvenation can restore her confidence.
Sure enough, when they appeared on the stage, although the two sides were equal in strength, the huge difference in appearance still attracted a lot of ridicule. After all, Xingji looked too old-fashioned.
"Isn't it? It's too exaggerated to let an old woman compete!"
"Haha, he's not a repeater of a century, right?"
"It's possible. No matter how old you are, you're not afraid of your old bones breaking."
"Hahaha... interesting. This is simply a battle between the old and the new."
"This is too cheap for Junior Brother Yang. He didn't dare to do it when he had a beautiful one. Now let him deal with this old guy. I think he's going to get into trouble!"
One was young and powerful, and the other was old and yellow. At first glance, everyone felt that Xing'er was destined to lose, so they inevitably didn't think highly of her.
"No, no, no, maybe Junior Brother Yang has not only taken special care of his junior sisters one by one, but also likes to take care of those who are older than himself?"
"Yes, yes, I really can't say for sure. Maybe he can eat it for all ages."
"Ouch, look at this old woman wearing makeup. Maybe she knows she's going to meet Junior Brother Yang? Doesn't that mean we hit it off right away?"
When the young man surnamed Yang heard the jeers around him gradually turning towards him, he couldn't help but feel angry. He sneered and then rudely transmitted the sound directly to Xing'er's ears at close range: "Auntie, are you going to admit defeat or should I interrupt?"
Send you down with your bones?"
Xing'er was stunned for a moment, and then her body trembled obviously because of anger. Who knew that she was actually just a thirteen-year-old girl? It was indeed too much to hurt her self-esteem in this way.
"If you don't know how to love yourself, you are the one who deserves it!" Xing'er gritted his teeth and said.
He responded directly to Xing'er, and the boy just sneered in return. However, these words also made everyone guess some clues. However, the boy was thick-skinned, but he planned to remain calm.
The referee frowned, and then said: "No sound transmission, no talking. If you do it again, it will be considered a forfeit!"
The young man shrugged, and then simply drew his sword.
After the referee gave the order, he frowned, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he instantly targeted some parts of Xing'er's body that were prone to serious injuries and stabbed him!
Xing'er was also furious, and I didn't give her any restrictions, so she took action boldly. She immediately pointed out the golden sword, and with a crisp sound, the boy and the sword were blown away!
As if a giant with infinite strength was thrown out directly, the young man named Yang lay on the ground covered in blood. He probably lost two of his three souls. He lay on the ground twitching like a wizened man, as if his soul was about to return to his hometown at any time.
A group of swordsmen rushed over to help him up. They were either inputting mana or feeding golden elixirs, and they were all in a panic.
Muli was also dumbfounded. He couldn't even catch half of the move. It was too exaggerated.
A group of female fairies seemed to have suddenly come over, screaming and going over to check on the boy's condition.
Xing'er stood on the field with a frown, and everyone was obviously calm. For a moment, no one dared to say anything about her. After all, her strength was there, and sometimes it was more effective than all the wasted persuasion.
"Ding Ruoxing! Winner!" The referee immediately announced the result of the game, and a group of immortals could only watch in stunned silence as Xing'er breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute!"
However, at this moment, a swordsman suddenly flew into the field and stopped Xingji with a loud voice.
"Huh?" The referee was quite surprised, and the swordsman who made the sound was one of the swordsmen who just helped the boy named Yang.
He looked at Xing'er and shouted coldly: "The Little Sword Society has been selecting young disciples of our Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect under the age of 18 for years to compete on the same stage with the world's sword immortals! But when did it change its original intention?
You actually selected a disciple of such an age to participate! And you were so vicious that you actually injured my disciple Yang Jian?"
A group of female fairies saw their sweethearts being beaten to a bloody pulp. When they saw someone supporting the scene, they immediately began to scold them as unpleasant as they were.
Xing'er frowned and looked around, obviously frightened by the battle, and quickly said to me: "Master... has the disciple struck too hard? What should I do? Should I give it to Senior Brother Yang Jian?"
Apologize?"
"But a little punishment, what's the point of apologizing for?" I asked.
Xing'er was at a loss for a moment, but at this time, a group of girls saw Yang Jian who was seriously injured, and flew onto the stage filled with righteous indignation, with their swords unsheathed, all of them looking to avenge their husbands.
"Old bitch! How dare you hurt our Senior Brother Yang!"
This chapter has been completed!