After hearing what Ling Qingwu said, everyone suddenly felt that Ye Qingran seemed unworthy, and they looked at her with sympathy.
Compared with Ling Qingwu's opponents, Ye Qingran was simply not good enough!
The disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect who had been humiliated by Ye Qingran before looked at Ye Qingran mockingly, laughing at her for not knowing herself!
Who knew that Ye Qingran was not hit, but said lightly: "My opponent who lost to me also said the same thing."
this…
Eyes fell on Ye Qingran one after another, full of admiration. Ye Qingran's words and four taels of gold instantly defeated the momentum created by Ling Qingwu just now.
"Pfft~"
Xia Zhimeng couldn't help laughing.
Sister Ran is really so talented! Just such a sentence made Ling Qingwu, who was cold and arrogant a second ago, change her expression.
"Ye Qingran, you are the most overestimating person I have ever seen!" Ling Qingwu laughed angrily.
"Thanks for the compliment!"
The leaves are lightly stained with oil and salt.
Ling Qingwu: "..."
How could there be such a shameless person as Ye Qingran in this world?
Ling Qingwu gritted her teeth and nodded, as if giving alms, "Okay, if that's the case, then I'll make an exception and compete with you!".
Since someone couldn't think about it and brought humiliation to himself, why didn't she help him?
"Miss Ling, do you have any misunderstanding?" Ye Qingran raised his eyebrows in surprise, spread his hands and said: "Although I said that I could only compete with the top ten disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, but I didn't say that I wanted to compete with you.
Let’s discuss!”
Everyone was stunned.
If you think about it carefully, it seems to make sense.
"Ye Qingran, are you kidding me?!" Ling Qingwu narrowed her eyes, and a cold light suddenly appeared.
"Miss Ling is joking, why am I kidding you? It's just that you are too sensitive!"
Does this mean she is petty?
Ling Qingwu looked at Ye Qingran with eyes as cold as frost, and there was a chilling murderous intent in her slightly narrowed eyes.
Ye Qingran was unmoved, waved his hand, and said grandly: "But if you want to discuss with me, then I will reluctantly agree."
"..."
It satirized Ling Qingwu's pettiness, and then she put on a generous show herself. This comparison...
Ye Qingran, you are really good!
"Compared to what?"
"Of course it's a kendo competition!"
Ling Qingwu showed disdain on her face and couldn't hide her sarcasm in her tone, "Swordsmanship? You don't even have spiritual roots, and you still want to compete with me in swordsmanship?" She is a genius of Xuanyuan Sword Sect! Ye Qingran competes with her in swordsmanship?
Idiot's dream!
Before Ye Qingran could refute, Feng Yi beside him spoke slowly: "The sword is so ethereal. Under Xuan Emperor, the strongest sword can ignore the level! As a sword cultivator, you don't understand this?"
The most insulting thing was the flash of surprise in Feng Yi's starry eyes.
It seems to be saying that if you don't understand such a simple truth, how can you have the nerve to say that you are a sword cultivator?
It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting!
Everyone did not miss Feng Yi's instant reaction, and everyone showed playful smiles.
The genius female disciple of Xuanyuan Sword Sect was ridiculed by Feng Yi!
How interesting!
Ling Qingwu's face turned red and white, and it took a while before she returned to normal.
"Feng Yi, I think you have misunderstood me!" Ling Qingwu defended herself, "I just think Ye Qingran is not a swordsman, how can he understand the strongest swordsmanship?"
Feng Yi asked in a deep voice: "How did you know that she is not a sword cultivator?"
"If she's not a sword cultivator, how can she be my master? Ling Qingwu...your name is Ling Qingwu, right? You seem to be out of your mind."
Jian Chi’s complaints are the most deadly!
Phew~
Everyone almost laughed out loud.
He insisted on Feng Yi and seriously scolded Ling Qingwu for being stupid. This is really interesting!
Ling Qingwu almost vomited blood from anger.
But she couldn't refute it!
…
Ling Qingwu transferred all the anger she received from Feng Yi to Ye Qingran, and her beautiful eyes were filled with dark flames.
The Xuanwu Terrace was cleared, and everyone on the stage went out one after another.
"Hey, Feng Yi, your master is competing with Ling Qingwu, aren't you worried about her?"
Xia Zhimeng chased after Feng Yi, who was striding off the stage, with a palm-sized face flushed.
Oh my god, looking at such a wild and beautiful man so close at hand, it’s really hard not to feel your heart beat faster!
Feng Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the strange girl in front of him. Thinking that his master seemed to have a good relationship with her, he patiently said: "It's just a shame. What's there to worry about?"
It’s so natural and so justified!
After Feng Yi finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Xia Zhimeng alone to follow Feng Yi's generous back, dumbfounded.
Just abusing a dish?
That's Ling Qingwu!
Just torturing a dish?
So arrogant?
So cool?
OMG!
Xia Zhimeng couldn't help but scream!
As soon as Feng Yi got rid of Xia Zhimeng and stood off the court, Ling Shaoyang came over. Feng Yi raised his eyes to look at the handsome young man in front of him, doubts flashing in his eyes.
Who is this?
Why do you smile so...treacherously?
Ling Shaoyang looked at Qing Nian in front of him, a hint of bad taste flashed in his eyes.
This swordsman seems to be one year older than him, but he wants to call him uncle!
"You're blocking my way!"
A very indifferent tone. It seemed that he would only show his big boy side in front of Ye Qingran.
Ling Shaoyang raised his chin and said, "Come on, call me uncle!"
Feng Yi: "???"
…
Soon, only Ye Qingran and Ling Qingwu were left on the Xuanwu stage, standing at opposite ends, facing each other from afar.
Both of them are stunningly beautiful, and both are dressed in white.
However, in terms of appearance alone, Ye Qingran is better.
Ye Qingran was holding an imperial sword in his hand. The sword had not yet been unsheathed, but it was already flowing with strong sword intent, making people couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Ling Qingwu also carried a sword on her back, standing upright, with a sword-like temperament, sharp and sharp.
"Such a good sword was wasted and defiled by Ye Qingran!"
"Even if that imperial sword is in Ye Qingran's hands, it can't exert even half of its power. What a pity!"
…
The disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect looked at the sword in Ye Qingran's hand and were filled with jealousy. This was an imperial sword, but it fell into Ye Qingran's hands. What a waste of nature!
They obviously don't think highly of Ye Qingran. Even though she is Feng Yi's ancestor, in their opinion, who knows what despicable means Ye Qingran used to force Feng Yi?
As for the people of Xiliang who were watching under the Xuanwu Stage, most of their hearts were in favor of Ling Qingwu.
One is a waste without spiritual roots, and the other is a swordsmanship genius from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. It seems self-evident who is stronger and who is weaker.
As for those few who think Ye Qingran can win, they have an inexplicable confidence and expectation in her because she has defeated Mu Qingrou and Meng Qian before.
"Ye Qingran, the sword has no eyes. You overestimate your ability and compete with Senior Sister Qingwu. You will die later without knowing how!" Ye Huanhuan smiled slyly in the audience, looking at Ye Qingran as if he were looking at a dead person.
.
Does she think that winning against Meng Qian means she is very strong? How can a genius like Ling Qingwu be comparable to Meng Qian and others? Ye Qingran is so blindly confident!
At this time, she suddenly felt Ye Qingran's eyes looking at him from the stage. She froze and thought in horror, did Ye Qingran know something?
"It's too boring to compete like this."
Everyone who was nervously waiting for the competition to begin was stunned. Seeing her weighing the sword in her hand with a lazy expression, she said casually: "Why don't we have some luck!"
Ling Qingwu narrowed her eyes, "How do you want to play?" That's exactly what she meant!
"Why not, let's do this. If you lose a move, let your junior brothers and sisters slap each other!"
Ling Qingwu sneered, "Ye Qingran, you are so funny!"
"Yeah, I have fun with whoever I play with!" The implication is that the reason for her bad fun is because of her.
"What if you lose?"
"I…"
"If you lose a move, run naked around the Xuanwu Terrace!"
Without waiting for Ye Qingran to answer, Ling Qingwu made the terms for her.
Running around naked?
Everyone was in an uproar.
Ling Qingwu also said that Ye Qingran had a bad taste, and she played more wildly than Ye Qingran!
A beauty like Ye Qingran running naked?
Tsk tsk…
Just thinking about it makes people look forward to it!