At this moment, if they still thought that Ye Xiyue won the first place in Nanshan College's Qingyun Ranking by relying on some unscrupulous means, that would be too stupid.
The strength she just showed is enough to make people sit up and take notice!
More importantly, she defeated Xiong Xiyuan, but it seemed quite easy.
The two stood facing each other. Xiong Xiyuan's face was stained with blood and he was in an extremely embarrassed state. On the other hand, Ye Xiyue's hair was almost not messed up.
Doesn’t this explain some problems?
So when she said this, no one could refute it!
Ye Xiyue tilted her head and looked at Qiao Qiaoqing.
"Vice President Qiao, now - can we declare the winner?"
Qiao Qiaoqing stared at Ye Xiyue closely, and there seemed to be waves surging in his eyes.
After a moment, he suddenly smiled.
"It seems that Nanshan College has indeed produced a rare genius!"
Ye Xiyue's face is pale.
Of course she could see that Qiao Qiaoqing was actually very unhappy with what he said, and the smile on his face looked really fake.
However, she didn't care.
There are so many people who dislike her. If she really cares about everyone, she will be exhausted.
As long as the other party doesn't take the initiative to provoke him, she will be very polite.
But if... anyone tries to get any advantage from her, she will never give him any chance!
Qiao Qiaoqing's eyes flashed slightly when he saw Ye Xiyue's reaction.
This Ye Xiyue's mind is obviously more mature and calm than her peers.
I'm afraid it's not that simple to deal with such a person.
But this emotion only flashed across his face, and soon he raised his voice:
"The eighth match of the elite meeting, Nanshan College Ye Xiyue - wins!"
...
Hearing these words, Ye Xiyue curled her lips with satisfaction, turned around and walked towards the audience.
Her shoulders and back were straight, as when she came, and her steps were neither hasty nor slow.
When she first came on stage, many people secretly mocked her for being too ordinary. However, at this time, no one thought so.
Countless pairs of eyes fell on the girl in red.
From the beginning to the end of this game, she was calm and relaxed, as if she didn't take it to heart.
Some people thought she was too arrogant before, but now they understand that it was because of her own strength!
Xiong Xiyuan looked at Ye Xiyue's back and felt complicated for a moment. He gritted his teeth and finally turned around and walked away from the stage.
There was silence on the Xuanbing Academy side.
No one thought that Xiong Xiyuan, as the Spiritual King, would lose.
And they all saw clearly that Xiong Xiyuan also tried his best on the court.
But even so, he still couldn't beat Ye Xiyue!
Xiong Xiyuan also felt embarrassed, walked over with his head lowered, and finally stood in front of Elder Mo Sang and others.
He took a deep breath:
"The student is incompetent. If he loses this game, please ask the elders to punish him!"
Elder Mo Sang's eyes swept over his face and the injuries on his body, and he shook his head.
"Her true fighting power far exceeds her own level. What's more, she has the blessing of the Tianwen Sword. You... won't lose unjustly."
Hearing what he said, Xiong Xiyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little worried.
"Learn your lesson, go back and have a good rest, and practice more."
"yes!"
Situ Liuyun looked around at Xiong Xiyuan, and then raised his eyes with interest to look at the slender figure in the distance.
He crossed his arms with one hand, touched his chin with the other, and murmured: