With Emperor Zhan Ning's cultivation, even if the blow just caused damage to him, it would not be to the point of being unable to move.
Furthermore, he had already taken the Rejuvenation Pill and the Explosive Spirit Pill, why would he still...?
Ling Xuewei's figure suddenly appeared in the sky.
"It seems it's almost time." Ling Xuewei said lightly.
"Did you use poison on me? When did you do it?" Zhan Ning quickly thought of this, and suddenly his eyes fell on the place where the dagger was scratched on his arm, "Was that time?"
"Yes, there is poison on the dagger, but don't worry, it's not a poison, but an anesthetic that paralyzes the nerves and makes you unable to move." Ling Xuewei explained kindly.
These anesthetics are highly purified in space and fused nearly a hundred times to create such a small bottle. It can be said that one drop can charm a low-star monster.
But for Zhan Ning, who is at the level of the Martial Emperor, it took so long to take effect, which shows how powerful Zhan Ning is.
Of course, if Zhan Ning had not spent most of her spiritual energy to resist Ling Xuewei's final attack, her anesthetic would not have taken effect so quickly.
Zhan Ning also didn't expect that this young girl would have such sophisticated calculations! When facing a powerful enemy, she did not confront the powerful enemy head-on, but looked for opportunities.
Even if you don't defeat your opponent immediately, you are always thinking about the next step.
But before the duel, Ling Xuewei didn't know who her opponent was.
Could it be that Ling Xuewei had already thought of a strategy the moment she saw him?
In that few breaths?
Zhan Ning was shocked.
After a moment, Zhan Ning spoke slowly, "I lost this competition."
Zhan Ning automatically admitted defeat!!
It has to be said that even Zhan Ning was completely convinced of the defeat at this moment.
Although he lost this duel, he gained a lot.
It turns out that being strong is not just about cultivation.
Zhan Ning's admission of defeat caused an uproar outside the court!
No one expected that this seemingly unsuspicious match would turn out like this!
The bell rings and the game is over!
"Oh my God! That Zhan Ning actually lost! Am I dreaming?"
"Wow! This Ling Xuewei actually defeated Zhan Ning! Defeated the first-order Martial Emperor Zhan Ning! Is there anything more exciting than this?"
"Who is this Ling Xuewei? The Tianxing Sect can cultivate such a number one person, how can it be possible that it is only a second-class sect?"
"Yes! Tianxing Sect is really powerful today! They made it to the finals in the team competition, and all five people in the individual competition have passed the preliminary round. This level is not like a second-class sect at all!"
…
As soon as the results of the game came out, there was an explosion around the stadium, and everyone showed incredible expressions.
This is a result that no one expected.
Listening to the discussion from all sides, the disciples of Tianxing Sect were so happy!
Ling Xuewei's victory has simply brought face to the Tianxing Sect! What else could make them more proud than this?
Shao Hefeng's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were filled with joy and excitement.
On the field, Ling Xuewei walked up to Zhan Ning and handed him a bottle, "This is the antidote. You can recover after taking it for a while."
"Thank you."
Zhan Ning did not refuse, took the bottle and drank it.
The effect of Ling Xuewei's antidote was also immediate, and it didn't take long for his body to regain mobility after taking the antidote.
Then Zhan Ning left the arena surrounded by Burning Heaven Sect disciples.
"I hope I can have a chance to compete with you next time." Zhan Ning said to Ling Xuewei before leaving the field.
Ling Xuewei smiled, "I'm looking forward to it too."
"By the way, my strength is less than half that of Brother Wizard. If you want to defeat him, your chances are extremely slim."
After saying this, Zhan Ning left.
Ling Xuewei raised her eyebrows in surprise and touched her nose.
I didn't expect to be discovered by him.
Ling Xuewei regards Zhan Ning as her training partner against Wu Yi. Is this obvious to her?
I felt a little guilty for no reason, but Zhan Ning was very perceptive.
Ling Xuewei returned to the rest area and received warm cheers from everyone in the Tianxing Sect!
"Senior Sister Ling, you are so awesome!"
"Senior Sister Ling, you actually defeated Zhan Ning from the Burning Sky Sect! You are simply my idol!"
…
Ling Xuewei was instantly surrounded by enthusiastic disciples, all of whom were talking about their joy and excitement at this moment.
Ling Xuewei looked at Shao Hefeng with a smile on her lips, "Uncle."
"here you go."
There was a tremor in Shao Hefeng's voice. Although he concealed it very well, Ling Xuewei still noticed it, and an inexplicable sourness surged in her heart.
She knew why her uncle and the disciples were so happy. The Tianxing Sect, which had been depressed for decades, finally saw hope. How could they not be happy?
"Xuewei!"
"Xuewei!"
Xiao Lingxi, Yu Wenxuan and four other people came over. Ling Xuewei smiled and exchanged hands with them, then looked at the man aside.
Ye Moyan did not step forward, but just stood in a corner, smiling and staring at her quietly.
Like a silently guarding knight, his own existence only emerges when she looks back.
When she saw Ye Moyan, Ling Xuewei felt inexplicably at ease. She twisted her lips and gave him a bright smile.
In an instant, everything around seemed to disappear.
Only she and him were left.
Xiao Lingxi and others on the side said, "..."
Hey, hey, hey! We are still here! Do you want to torture the dog like this?
Xiao Yifeng glanced at Huangfu Chen beside him with his peripheral vision, and sighed in his heart when he saw his expression was slightly sad.
He took a step forward and put his hand on his shoulder, "Let's go, it's our turn."
It just so happened that all four divisions of the second match ended, and after a short break, the third match began.
Huangfuchen No. 23.
Xiao Yifeng No. 17.
The two played at the same time and were ranked in the second and third districts respectively.
"Let's go."
"Lao Xiao, Ah Chen! It's up to you!"
"Senior Brother Huangfu, come on, Senior Brother Xiao!"
…
After seeing the two of them on the field, Ling Xuewei had the opportunity to come to Ye Moyan's side.
"Hey, what's up? I'm great, right?"
Ling Xuewei had a rare fart.
Ye Moyan gently wiped the sweat on her forehead with silk silk, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Awesome."
That look on your face shows that I will dote on you no matter what you do.
"However, the Martial Emperor's level is really powerful. Almost all my attacks were blocked. It seems that the Martial Emperor and the Martial Emperor are an insurmountable watershed. This sentence is true."
"That Zhan Ning's ability to control wood elements is very powerful! But what surprises me the most is his ability to control swords!"
"This is my first time fighting against a swordsman. I didn't expect his attack power to be so powerful! If I hadn't used the Chaos Technique, I wouldn't have been able to match him!"
…
Ling Xuewei chirped like a bird, talking about her thoughts after the game.
From the beginning to the end, Ye Moyan listened quietly, with a pampering and patient expression.
Ling Xuewei's Eighteen Divine Chaos Techniques are the mental techniques that emerged after the fourth layer of inheritance was unsealed.
This Eighteen Chaos Divine Technique is a secret technique that combines mental and technical skills into one. After this period of research and practice, she was able to get started.
This mental method combined with her wind element is extremely powerful. Today is the result of the experiment.
However, it is very difficult to practice this Chaos Art. Although Ling Xuewei does not know which sect this Chaos Art comes from, the things in the inheritance are naturally not bad.
Ye Moyan didn't ask where Ling Xuewei found the secret book. Whether it was her mysterious alchemy skills, exquisite weapon refining methods, or the endless array of weird weapons, he didn't ask.
When Ling Xuewei wants to say something, she will naturally say it.
No matter what the reason is, you should pamper your own woman.
This is Yemoyan.
Because of this, Ling Xuewei would say whatever she wanted without any worries in front of him, and even behaved like a little girl that she had never seen in front of outsiders.
"The game begins!"
The bell rang on the field, finally bringing Ling Xuewei back to consciousness.
"Xuewei, I want to watch Yifeng's game, how about you?" Xiao Lingxi came over.
"I'm right here. I can see it from both sides. You can go over."
Huangfuchen was in the second area, facing them, while Xiao Yifeng was in the third area, a bit far away, but it was no problem for Ling Xuewei, who had Kunpeng's eyes.
In the third district competition, Xiao Yifeng's opponent was a disciple of the Chiyun Sect, and that disciple was at the seventh level of Martial Emperor.
Huangfu Chen's opponent is a disciple of the Shengyang Sect who has cultivated to the eighth level Martial Emperor.
Huangfu Chenyue Blade here is in his hand, and several spiritual arrows fly out!
Huangfu Chen's advantage lies in precise control. The arrows are like meteors, densely packed, and the opponent is retreating steadily under this airtight attack.
And Xiao Yifeng over there has already used the third move of Youlong Sword Technique, and the dragon roars on the field, and the spiritual energy dances.
"Senior Brother Huangfu and Senior Brother Xiao are so powerful! How come they can suppress each other even though their cultivation is lower than their opponents?" Sheng Xinyan was very excited.
Yu Dongyi said, "Senior Brother Huangfu is a fourth-level Martial Emperor, right? Senior Brother Xiao seems to be a fourth-level one too?"
"No, their current spiritual pressure is not something that a fourth-level Martial Emperor can produce." Shao Hefeng twirled his beard, with meaningful relief in his eyes.
Ling Xuewei's eyes flickered, and before Kunpeng's eyes, the cultivation levels of the two people emerged.
Then she became confused.
It was indeed the fourth level, but why did she feel something was strange?
As if seeing her doubts, Ye Moyan beside him said, "Look at their wrists."
"wrist?"
Ling Xuewei took a closer look and discovered that both of them had a string of bone-shaped stone bracelets on their wrists, which were ordinary in appearance.
Although they were far apart, Ling Xuewei's sharp consciousness could still vaguely detect formation fluctuations there.
"Could it be that...that bracelet suppresses cultivation?" Ling Xuewei finished her words and was immediately surprised.
Then during the initial level test, they had already suppressed the cultivation level? What kind of fourth-level Martial Emperor did it for a long time just to fool people!
These two guys, why are they so mysterious? Even they are kept in the dark!
Now that they have a spiritual weapon that suppresses their cultivation, even if she has Kunpeng Eyes, she can't see their true cultivation.
These two people...are really...
Although she was surprised, Ling Xuewei was not unhappy at all. Instead, she appreciated their caution.
He will not reveal his strength easily until the critical moment, so that he can paralyze the enemy and kill him with one blow.
On the field, the game gradually reached a climax!