"Have you seen the flying sword in Junior Sister Yunshuang's hand? I heard it is a top-grade spiritual weapon."
"Yes, Junior Sister Yunshuang has already reached the middle stage of Golden Core cultivation in less than a hundred years. She is also the granddaughter of the head master, so it is understandable that she has a high-grade spiritual sword by her side."
"Haha, that's not all. Do you still remember that Junior Sister Yunshuang also has a mid-grade spiritual weapon-level battle armor for body protection?"
"With the top-grade spiritual sword and the middle-grade spiritual armor, although Junior Sister Yunshuang is only strong in the middle stage of Jindan, she can fight against the early Yuanying monks. She will definitely have a place in the top three in this competition."
"Junior Brother Ling is really unlucky to meet Junior Sister Yunshuang in the second round. Otherwise, with his strength, he should have entered the quarterfinals."
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Not far from Yi Feng, there were several fellow disciples chattering about the two people on the stage.
"You've been practicing for less than a hundred years and you're in the middle stage of the Golden Core?" Yi Feng was surprised. Although his own progress can be described as abnormal, he took shortcuts after all, and Han Yan'er, whom he met a few years ago, also made progress.
It's amazing, but after all, she is an innate spirit body. What's the reason for Yun Shuang?
This Yun Shuang looks like a bud in bloom, with a delicate and clean face, but she also looks like a woman with a sense of frailty. Standing on the stage, she still has a green and childish smile on her face. What do you think?
They don't look like very powerful people.
Yi Feng's realm is not as high as Yun Shuang's, and he doesn't dare to use his spiritual sense to pry, so he can only continue to pay attention to the competition, trying to see something from it.
when……
As the melodious bell rang, the second round of competition officially began. Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to the competition arena, and the surroundings were silent.
Junior Brother Ling took two steps forward, clasped his fists and bowed, "Ling Hua, please show mercy to Junior Sister Yunshuang."
Yunshuang also knows etiquette very well. After returning the gift, she said humbly: "Senior Brother Ling, please be gentle with me."
Junior Brother Ling smiled slightly, but secretly thought in his heart: Even if he has the strength to win the competition, he cannot win. Once he makes this little trouble angry, even if he wins the first place in the competition, he may not have an easy life in the future.
Yi Feng didn't know that Yun Shuang was famous for being unruly and willful in Yunfu Sect. With the support of her grandfather, who was the head of the sect, anyone bullied by her would lose a layer of skin, let alone those disciples who dared to bully her.
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"Since Senior Brother Ling gave way to my little sister, then I won't be polite."
After Yun Shuang finished speaking, without waiting for Ling Hua's reply, she gently raised her hand and unsheathed the high-grade spiritual sword.
I saw a bright blue light shooting straight into the sky, and then there was a clear sound in the sky, and wisps of fog fell down. Looking at the ground in Taichung, a layer of white frost was so conspicuous.
A moment later, a thin layer of ice had formed on the stage and within ten meters of the surrounding area. The disciples who were close to the stage felt a cool breeze blowing on their faces. But it was slowing down.
Yun Shuang, who was slowly rising into the air, seemed indifferent to this and just looked at Ling Hua with a smile.
Ling Hua had also participated in competitions and often competed with her classmates, but he had never dared to cause such a small disaster, and he didn't know much about her abilities.
After seeing the astonishing power of the high-grade spiritual sword, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He quickly released his true energy to protect his body, and at the same time he stood up and sacrificed his spiritual sword.
In this battle, Ling Hua only wanted to defend and not attack. He was afraid of his own attack. If Junior Sister Yunshuang couldn't stop him, he would be dead.
Yun Shuang flew into the air, holding her own blue fluorescent spiritual sword in her bare hand, and struck a sword beam in the air.
The color of the sword light was exactly the same as that of the Spirit Sword, they were also blue, but wherever they passed, they left a very clear mist.
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