"The best magic weapon is so rare, how could I have it?"
"Then you asked me what I wanted. I thought you were so famous." Mu Qianyu shook his head in disappointment: "Next time you bet, remember to tell me what you have."
Zhong Zixuan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, this was so annoying.
"I have 8,000 points, and I'll give them all to you." Zhong Zixuan said and threw his points card on the ground, becoming angry.
Everyone was in an uproar, it was such a big bet.
Generally, those with lower rankings will bet some points if they challenge those with higher rankings, otherwise they will not be able to impress the higher-ranking disciples. This is already an unwritten rule.
But they don't have many resources in this ranking, and they usually bet hundreds or even thousands, and rarely bet such a large amount.
Mu Qianyu disagreed: "How can you be so confident with such a small amount of money?"
"Mu Qianyu, I think you just don't dare to fight." Zhong Ziming couldn't help but interrupt.
Mu Qianyu smiled at him, then raised his chin towards the long sword in Zhong Zixuan's hand: "This is a middle-grade magic weapon, it looks pretty good."
Zhong Ziming said that of course it was true. This was the precious Qiu Shui Sword heirloomed by the Zhong family. It was only passed down to the eldest son, so he could only look at it.
Zhong Zixuan also understood, and he said: "Okay, if you win, these points and this sword will be given to you."
"Let's talk about it first, can you afford to lose but can't afford to lose?" Mu Qianyu watched the other party fall into the pit step by step, feeling very happy.
Zhong Zixuan felt that he had been insulted again, and immediately said: "Please be a witness to everyone present. If I lose to Miss Mu today, I am willing to give this Qiu Shui Sword and eight thousand points with both hands."
Everyone present nodded silently.
Zhong Zixuan looked at Mu Qianyu again with sharp eyes: "Can we fight now?"
"I can't wait." Mu Qianyu shot towards Zhao Dacheng: "Brother Dacheng, please lend me the knife one more time."
Zhao Dacheng handed over the knife angrily. He would not believe Mu Qianyu's lies next time. Is this called not fighting?
"I promise this will be the last time." Mu Qianyu smiled apologetically.
The last time she killed the two killers, she also seized a short stick, but she was too lazy to go back to the room to get it.
Zhong Zixuan threw the scabbard to his younger brother, slowly raised the sword, and made an offensive gesture.
Mu Qianyu raised his fingers and said, "Come."
"court death."
Zhong Zixuan looked around and thrust out the long sword. The power of the water element surrounded the sword body. The sharp sky-blue sword energy instantly blocked Mu Qianyu's body. The thin long sword seemed to tear through the void and let out bursts of sharp roars.
The blade was pointed directly at Mu Qianyu's throat.
This blow made everyone behind him shout in their hearts. As expected of Zhong Zixuan, who was good at swordsmanship, this move was extremely powerful.
But soon people felt a little regretful, because a beauty like Mu Qianyu would be seriously injured today even if she did not die.
The pupils of Zhao Dacheng and others tightened, but with their meager strength, they would definitely not be able to withstand the sword, let alone save Mu Qianyu.
Mu Qianyu stood still, only when the long sword that could kill her was approaching, she raised the sword and struck it towards the blade.
Because the long sword covered all of Mu Qianyu's body, everyone present knew that she could not avoid it, so it was expected that she would fight back.
But the next moment everyone was dumbfounded.
Mu Qianyu's sword filled with red spiritual power was seen swiping casually, and then Zhong Zixuan, who was full of momentum, was thrown away by the terrifying spiritual power, and his whole body hit the fence wall before he steadied himself in front of him.
"when!"
Zhong Zixuan stood on his sword, kneeling on one knee, his face extremely pale.
He tried his best not to vomit blood.
Zhong Ziming was dumbfounded. He seemed to see his original shadow in his brother's body, and he was seriously injured without even catching a move.
But how is this possible?
He is a first-level spiritual warrior while his brother is a second-level spiritual warrior, and he also has water-attribute spiritual roots. He is said to be able to restrain fire?
The expressions of the onlookers and Zhong Ziming were similar. They did not see that the water aura had the upper hand for a moment, and was immediately pushed back.
Looking at Zhong Zixuan's fallen image and his pale face, I'm afraid he was seriously injured.
Looking at Mu Qianyu again, he was standing with his big sword with both hands on the handle, as if he was just watching the fun.
This is not a rank at all?!
"She broke through." Someone in the crowd said.
Only then did people understand why the current war situation occurred, but they were soon even more surprised. How long did it take for her to break through?
And how old is she? Is sixteen or seventeen enough to be a first-level spiritual warrior?
This is not a human being, he is simply a monster!
Mu Qianyu has no intention of hiding her strength at all. She just wants to have fun and have fun, and she can be happy every moment.
Zhao Dacheng and others were most surprised. This child was so strong. No wonder he dared to challenge him.
"Are you still fighting?" Mu Qianyu looked down at Zhong Zixuan who was half kneeling on the ground.
Zhong Zixuan stood up with his sword in hand, his pale face turned red from holding back, and when he tried to speak, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother." Zhong Ziming quickly stepped forward to help him.
He originally thought that his brother would still have a chance to make a comeback, but when he saw this scene, he felt completely cold.
He regretted it a little. Why did he think Mu Qianyu was a good master in the first place? This was obviously a female tyrannosaurus!
"It seems we can't fight anymore." Mu Qianyu answered his own question and pointed at his sword: "Bring it here."
The onlookers felt like they were watching a fake gambling game.
This is too fast!
"Just wait for me...I will definitely challenge you again." Zhong Zixuan said with red eyes.
Mu Qianyu said lazily: "Remember to bring a good bet."
Zhong Zixuan was extremely reluctant to part with the sword in his hand, but there were too many witnesses to regret it, so he had to throw it on the ground before leaving.
All the people who followed also went back. They knew that Mu Qianyu's position in the inner court was secure, and no one in the outer court had the strength to shake him.
When Mu Qianyu saw that the person was gone, he stopped holding on to his airs. He quickly stepped forward and picked up the sword from the ground and looked at it repeatedly. This was a middle-grade magic weapon. Just one of them could be sold for hundreds of thousands.
Really made a fortune.
"Sister, I advise you to return this sword. This is an heirloom of the Zhong family. If you keep it as your own, the Zhong family will definitely not let you go." Zhao Dacheng said.
Mu Qianyu raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Is it really a family heirloom?"
Zhao Dacheng nodded: "The power of the Zhong family cannot be underestimated."
"Then keep it, and I will return it when his family sends someone to ask for it." Mu Qianyu said with a smile on his face, then picked up the scabbard and carefully put the sword away.
Zhao Dacheng said he was more obedient this time.
Mu Qianyu did not go to the black market to sell elixirs that day because she felt that she already had the money to buy the materials and did not need more money for the time being.
When she got up early the next morning, she heard Zhao Dacheng say that the black market had been inspected by the college teachers last night, and that many slow-running disciples had their belongings confiscated, and were even taken to the Penal Court to memorize the court's rules and kneel down.
When she heard this, she was really lucky that she didn't go. So many elixirs were worth too much money. It would be a huge loss if they were taken away.