Four of them won, Xiao Ruocheng, Yang Jinnian, Qian Moyan, and Yun Yuhuan.
The fifth and final match was between Yun Luoxue and An Jinchu.
An Jinchu is the eldest son of the current prime minister and Qian Moyan's brother.
Opening his eyes, he glanced at An Jinchu, who had been standing on the competition stage for a long time, with cold eyes like snow.
Qian Moyan's brother?
At this time, An Jinchu glanced at Yun Luoxue with disdain.
If he dares to bully his sister, let’s see if he doesn’t vent his anger on her sister’s behalf today.
Qian Mo Qingcheng sat on the edge of the railing on the second floor, looking at Yun Luoxue with her lavender eyes.
Yun Luoxue stood up, raised her eyes, and blinked at Qianmo Qingcheng.
Today, she was able to come here to compete and occupy one of the ten places, all because Qianmo Qingcheng had submitted a message to the three elders and the emperor.
For the sake of his Qian Mo Qingcheng's face, at least let her play with such a 'little doll'.
Otherwise, why would everyone in the Yun family run to care about Yun Yuqing?
Presumably, no one in the Yun family cared about her.
So, just do whatever you want.
The fiery red figure was like a burning flame, instantly dazzling and gorgeous in the King's Arena.
Standing on the king's competition stage with a small body, Yun Luoxue looked at An Jinchu opposite with a cold face.
An Jinchu is seventeen years old and has fifth level spiritual power.
The fifth level of spiritual power.
For a seventeen-year-old, this kind of progress is already at the genius level.
However, Yun Luoxue didn't take it seriously at all.
The fifth level of spiritual power?
It was obvious that An Jinchu came here to teach Qian Moyan a lesson under the guise of a competition.
Previously, in Qianmo Prince's Mansion, Qian Moyan did not dare to be presumptuous.
Now, there are not so many rules in the competition arena.
"Yun Luoxue, a third lady from the Yun family dares to participate in the king's competition. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to go back?"
There was a cold sneer on An Jinchu's masculine face.
"Yun Luoxue, why don't you speak? Don't you think it's too late to be afraid now?"
An Jinchu was sure that he would win, so he laughed at Yun Luoxue sarcastically.
Yun Luoxue originally wanted to take care of An Jinchu with one move.
Now, she has changed her mind.
"An Jinchu, you talk so much nonsense. I really hope you can talk so arrogantly later."
Yun Luoxue didn't even look at An Jinchu, but just lowered her eyes to look at her nails.
It has grown again. I will go back and have Qianmo Qingcheng trim it again.
I have to say that Qian Mo Qingcheng’s nail repair skills are quite good.
When An Jin first saw Yun Luoxue acting like she didn't take him seriously, his anger suddenly boiled over him.
Pointing the blue sword in his hand, he looked at Yun Luoxue provocatively: "I will teach you a lesson today."
Yun Luoxue glanced at the long sword with a faint blue light all over its body. Well, this sword is quite beautiful.
Some people in the venue couldn't help but sigh when they saw the blue sword.
This long blue sword was a sword that Yinmo randomly threw to others last year.
An Jinchu was the only one who played against Yinmo last year.
I don’t know if Yinmo had a convulsion or water in his brain last year. He almost beat An Jinchu to a point of disability, but before leaving, he casually threw a sword to him.
It was said that An Jinchu's death was regarded as a funeral.
If it's not dead, then just keep it for use.
Unexpectedly, An Jinchu was not dead, and actually regarded the sword as a treasure and carried it with him every day.
That person in Yinmo doesn't act according to common sense. If he's happy, he won't kill you.
If you are unhappy, he will never let you go to hell if you see him take action.