Quick Wear: After the female supporting role was funny, the male protagonist turned evil

Chapter 168 2 Senior Sister Begins to Respect Teacher 11

When the incense ash fell, Fang Xie won, because he disgusted his opponent...

If Lin Zhiyi didn't have to maintain her ruthless persona, she would really want to cover her face and be ashamed to see people.

I don't know what that fragrant thing is, a magic weapon? Or a spiritual beast?

Amidst the shouting and cursing, the elder of Taiyi Sect announced with a twitch on his face that the first stage of the Jindan Competition was over and the 300 champions had completed their defense of the ring.

Lin Zhiyi ignored his good junior brother who was surrounded and spitted at by people from various sects, and ran to the Nascent Soul Arena.

He stared at his senior brother Xiao Shi who was fighting with someone on the stage with a knife in one hand.

"Brother, please give me some water-attribute spirit stones. I don't have any spirit stones left."

Everyone was surprised. Xiao Shi’s junior sister was actually the disciple of Immortal Yun Ye!

Looking at Fang Xie who was being surrounded and scolded in disgust, and then looking at the expressionless Yun Ye Xianzun on the high platform, everyone was speechless. Although they came from the same sect, the gap between them was really quite big.

Xiao Shi, who was fighting, was distracted by looking at the stage below, silently took out his pocket and threw down a storage bag.

Lin Zhiyi reached in and took out a handful of top-grade water-attributed spirit stones, and immediately absorbed them on the spot to restore her spiritual power, not caring at all about the various gazes from the Nascent Soul stage cultivators around her.

"Did you get hurt during the training?"

Lin Zhiyi nodded: "Of course there is. Or you could say it's a training. I've been down the mountain for fifty years and have benefited a lot."

Xiao Shi blocked the opponent's attack and said slowly, "That's good. Setbacks are a good thing. Your cultivation is progressing very quickly. Don't be impatient and lay a solid foundation."

"Well, thank you for the advice, brother."

Seeing the two of them arguing, Xiao Shi's opponent's faith collapsed, and he jumped off the ring in anger to look for another opponent.

"Xiao Shi, I'll let you be arrogant for a while. This is just the first level. Let's wait and see."

The person who was threatened didn't care at all. Seeing that no one came up, he simply sat beside the ring and chatted with his junior sister.

Everyone: "..." There is a feeling of being envious but not wanting to be envious at all.

Xiao Shi's cultivation is definitely at the top level in this competition. It's only the first level, with 300 places. Not many people come back here to Xiao Shi and fail, most of them come here to hone their skills.

That person just now was the one Xiao Shi could even fight with while chatting with his junior sister...

As the two of them spoke, the floating immortal on the high platform stared at Lin Zhiyi with his peach blossom eyes for a while, narrowed his eyes and said: "Yun Ye, your disciple... is very good. What treasures are on him? I can't even tell."

Yun Ye still didn't say anything, but his eyes were on the slender figure. Seeing her chatting with Xiao Shi, there was a hint of displeasure in his blue eyes.

Qianshang Sword Master said: "That palm strike on the chest did not use any spiritual power at all, it should be a physical training, but the spiritual sense cannot see through it, and it can block the prying eyes of the Mahayana. It is indeed carrying a treasure."

While everyone else was studying what treasure Lin Zhiyi possessed, the Beast Tamer's Immortal Feiyu had been paying attention to Yun Ye's gaze. She followed his gaze to that annoying face, and the coldness in her eyes grew even more intense...

All the questions Xiao Shi asked were related to cultivation, and Lin Zhiyi answered them one by one.

After replenishing his own spiritual power, he suddenly said, "How are the results of fifty years of cultivation? Why not show it to my senior brother?"

The Frost Sword materialized, and the surroundings were instantly filled with freezing cold.

The female cultivator holding a long sword flew up and went to a ring in the early Nascent Soul stage.

"This senior brother is polite. I am Lin Zhiyi, a disciple of the Immortal Venerable Yun Ye of the Qingyuan Sect. Please teach me."

Whether it was the participating monks or the spectators, there was silence for a moment, and then there was an uproar. This Lin Zhiyi was so crazy!

A mere Jindan cultivator actually participated in the Yuanying competition!

A genius can fight against opponents of higher levels, but this is a sect competition, and those who can defend the ring are elites. Even if they are only in the early Nascent Soul stage, they are several times stronger than those casual cultivators outside.

How dare she do that when she is only in the late Jindan stage?

Among the Mahayana cultivators, only the Immortal Master Fei Yu of the Beast Taming Sect saw the familiar Frost Sword, and her eyes darkened. She couldn't help but sneer, "Arrogant."

Seeing Lin Zhiyi steal the show, Liao Yinyin, who was in the Jindan stage and had also successfully defended her title, once again showed a flash of unwillingness in her eyes. She was now looking forward to Lin Zhiyi being slapped in the face!

The Nascent Soul stage male cultivator opposite Lin Zhiyi was also stunned, and then asked, "Junior sister, are you serious?"

"Of course, brother, don't worry, just go ahead and attack. I just want to keep getting stronger."

The male cultivator showed admiration: "In that case, then... I'm sorry."

There is still a big difference between Yuanying and Jiedan, at least in terms of the use and thickness of spiritual power, they are completely on a different level.

Lin Zhiyi dared to go on stage not to embarrass herself, she was no longer the same person she was fifty years ago. She had been beaten up by the Mahayana cultivators every day over the years, so her combat awareness was absolutely top-notch.

At least the opponent's sword, apart from the spiritual power that overpowered hers, was full of flaws in her opinion.

The long sword touched the spiritual power and collided with it. The Frost Sword stabbed at an angle, leaving a wound on the back of his hand.

Just one move, the opponent retreated, looking at the icy wound on the back of his hand with shock in his eyes: "Junior sister, how did you do that?"

Lin Zhiyi said expressionlessly: "It's very simple. Find an old guy to beat you for decades, and you will learn it."

The senior brother opposite showed sympathy: "Is Immortal Yunye so strict with you? No wonder you practiced the ruthless way."

Lin Zhiyi: "...No, my master won't hit me."

"I know, I know. Junior sister, there's no need to explain. I shouldn't have said it. Let's continue." The male cultivator who spoke glanced at Mahayana, then quickly withdrew his gaze and continued his attack.

Lin Zhiyi was speechless. Imagining things is a disease!

The two fought for half an hour. Although the Nascent Soul male cultivator never used his full strength, the fact that Lin Zhiyi was able to fight with the Nascent Soul cultivator for so long, and even occasionally hurt him, undoubtedly showed that he did have the ability to challenge opponents of higher levels.

The initial contempt of many onlookers gradually turned into recognition. This is how the world of immortal cultivation is, strength represents everything.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the Nascent Soul male cultivator said, "I'm sorry, Junior Sister. I may not be able to defend this arena, but I still want to fight. I'm going all out."

Lin Zhiyi nodded: "Okay."

The two people who were competing in sword moves separated tacitly and accumulated strength at the same time.

The opponent had earth spiritual roots. With his fingers forming seals, Lin Zhiyi's feet sank deep into the ground and were trapped. Then a long sword wrapped in heavy earth spiritual power chopped down.

If Lin Zhiyi wanted to avoid it, she had no choice but to surrender, or if the long sword was across her vital points, she would lose.

But Lin Zhiyi still had no expression on his face. The Frost Sword slashed across his palm, and blood dyed the ice-blue sword red. He pinched the sword formula with two fingers, and the Frost Sword flew up on its own, with the tip of the sword pointing at the enemy.

Half of the arena, including Lin Zhiyi's lower body, were frozen by the backlash of the Frost Sword's cold energy.

She seemed oblivious: "Go."

Sacrificing blood to the sword, the magic weapon, which was already far beyond the level of Jindan, burst out with a coldness far beyond that of Jindan. It was not at all inferior to the earth spiritual power, and even when the ice spread to Lin Zhiyi's waist and abdomen, it shook again, instantly tearing apart the opponent's spiritual power.

The opponent's protective magic weapon lit up, which helped him resist the cold, but he was also knocked out of the ring!

The people in the field exclaimed: "Victory!"