There was no one else who could deceive others... Wen Ranran could only try her best to convince herself that this was a discussion between colleagues to express understanding.
But she also roughly made the distinction. She had seen everyone else in the organization. Tianquan was a middle-aged man with top martial arts skills, and Tianji... was the person who had been telling fortunes behind the scenes, right?
Although his achievements are a bit lower than Qingxuan's, his skills are also very advanced.
Perhaps the difference between them and Tianming Star is that Tianming Star's ability is closer to direct prediction. They can almost predict some simple things, but like Du Tianji, they have to work hard to figure it out.
Wen Ranran has experienced Du Tianquan's martial arts. Being able to sneak into Ji's mansion quietly without being discovered shows that his martial arts must be above Xia Lihong, and he can even compete with Master Fang Jing.
But he has always been very low-key.
Mo Yingying held the Fuhuan Sword in her hand, her face was like autumn water, she knew she was no match for the opponent, but she didn't have any stage fright.
After the two of them made more than a dozen moves, the opponent's sword tip accurately landed on Mo Yingying's delicate neck, and then stopped.
"sorry!"
Mo Yingying shook her head, "This brother's quick sword is really dazzling!"
Du Tianquan just bowed and left.
The next game was even more straightforward. Shen Tong faced Ye Shaohua of the Lingxiao League and immediately gave in without saying a word.
"Shen Tong admits defeat, Lingxiao Alliance Ye Daxia wins! In the next match, Pavilion Master Xuanyi will face the Holy Maiden of Mingyan!"
Wen Ranran came on stage with mixed emotions. In fact, she had actually fought with Xia Lishuang, but she, who became a monk halfway, was naturally not as solid as Xia Lishuang.
If we were to compare, it would basically be 4 or 6, Wen Ranran would be 4.
But this... She knew she would lose, but how to let Xia Lishuang win unscathed was a problem.
On the opposite side, Xia Lishuang seemed to be thinking deeply about how to deal with this situation.
Wen Ranran stood on the stage, stroking the Silver Lin Sword on her waist, feeling a little distressed. When she was about to think about how to give Xia Lishuang some water, she heard Xia Lishuang's voice.
"I give up!"
Wen Ranran: "..."
Huh? In theory, it would be better to send Xia Lishuang to the quarterfinals, but... actually admit defeat?
Wen Ranran suddenly raised his head and stared at Xia Lishuang. Xia Lishuang's eyes were calm, and she just smiled at Wen Ranran and winked at her.
Although she didn't understand what the other party meant, Xia Lishuang must have her own considerations.
There is even the imperial court involved behind him, so naturally this cannot be the case.
Okay! It sounds pretty sweet to admit defeat and successfully send yourself to the top eight or something.
Two consecutive admissions of defeat greatly dampened the enthusiasm of the audience, and many people even began to express their dissatisfaction to one degree or another.
"The last game, kill a thousand swords, against Master Fang Jing!"
The host wiped his hands with cold sweat, obviously he did not expect that the top eight competition would come to the last one so soon.
Xia Lihong raised his eyebrows, looked at Sha Qian Dao with the bandage on his shoulder, and chuckled, "For this one, the Guangming Sect will replace him!"
Master Fang Jing is recognized as the top master in martial arts today. In this situation, the combat effectiveness of a hidden weapon master like Sha Qian Dao will be reduced a lot. In addition, the injuries he suffered a few days ago have not healed, so he will definitely not be able to defeat him.
From Master Fang Jing.
Xia Lihong's substitution at this time was obviously to reduce losses on his side.
Fortunately, I can only change two games, so it doesn't hurt.
Master Fang Jing is a leader in the martial arts world, and Xia Lihong has led troops for many years, so his martial arts skills are naturally not far behind.
Wen Ranran herself had never seen Xia Lihong take action.
Xia Lihong just sneered, looking at Master Fang Jing's Zen staff opposite, a cold look flashed in his eyes.
Only then did Wen Ranran notice that Xia Lihong actually took out a long spear made of rosewood. The tip of the spear was dark and cold. It looked like a weapon that had drank a lot of blood.