After dressing up as cannon fodder, I beat everyone in the house until they cried.

Chapter 157 I conquer the Yue Huazong!

Jiang Yan's attacks were ruthless, his sword sharp, and he showed no mercy at all.

A low exclamation erupted from the crowd watching beside the ring. Apparently many people thought that the battle was decided.

In battle, whether throwing a talisman or setting up a formation, the talisman cultivator needs a certain operating distance.

Basically, as long as the sword cultivator is close to the body, under the same cultivation level, the fu cultivator can only be suppressed and beaten, and the space for operation will become very small.

On the stage, Jiang Muchao's expression did not change at all. She jumped back two steps to avoid Jiang Yan's attack.

On the contrary, Jiang Yan's sword slashed through the air, and he even stumbled half a step forward before regaining his balance.

A talisman exploded behind Jiang Yan, making a small hole in his gorgeous brocade.

The noisy voice under the ring subsided for a moment, and then started shouting again. It was obviously because the direction of the game was beyond many people's expectations.

"That sword cultivator brat! What's wrong with you!"

"You're so close and you haven't hit me yet! Are you blind?"

"Hey, hey, hey, I just made a bet! If you let me lose, I won't be able to forgive you!"

"Just kidding, she's a talisman cultivator, and you let her run away with your sword in front of her face?"

"Did I see it wrong? That girl's talisman seemed to have been twisted just now?"

Ling Miao crossed her arms and squinted her eyes the moment Jiang Muyao took action. Her long experience of being beaten made her very sensitive to other people's attacks.

She finally understood why Jiang Muyao's level was clearly not higher than that of Jiang Yan or Lin Xia, and even though she was still at a lower level than Lin Xia, her talismans were able to stick accurately.

Because the attack line of Jiang Muyao's talisman will take turns.

It's like he has undergone special training.

Those thin talismans turned out to be like boomerangs after Jiang Muyao took action, drawing large or small arcs in the air and randomly attaching them to the target. This was really hard to guard against.

Jiang Yan had obviously never seriously competed with Jiang Muchao before. Being caught off guard by such a strange attack method, he was really caught off guard for a while.

On the stage, Jiang Muchao's talismans were flying around, making large and small arcs and flying towards Jiang Yan.

After all, Jiang Yan was also a monk at the Golden Core stage, and he had experience in various secret realms. He quickly calmed down, and while adjusting his position, he swung his sword to cut off the talismans flying from all directions.

He was not weak in strength, and he concentrated on dealing with Jiang Muchao's talisman. For a while, no talisman could get close to him.

But this also gave Jiang Muyao an opportunity to open up his position and have room to operate.

For a while, the two people on the ring were fighting back and forth.

The situation gradually became tense.

The people watching around had obviously rarely seen the back-and-forth battle between sword cultivator and fu cultivator, and the atmosphere became heated again.

"Oops! Fu Xiu and Sword Xiu can actually fight like this?"

"This little girl can do it!"

"This little talisman is missing, there is something in it!"

"Brother! Cut her! Cut her hard! Don't embarrass us sword cultivators!"

"Come on! Come on! What are you trying to do! If you get stuck, just get stuck! If you just hit me with your sword, it'll be over!"

Ling Miao watched for a while, feeling that the battle between Jiang Muchao and Jiang Yan would not end for a while, so he wandered off to another place. In the entire basement, the place where people gather, except around the ring where the competition is taking place, is where the betting table is.

Ling Miao approached with great interest, and used her height advantage to get into the innermost layer of the crowd.

The little guy held the edge of the table and poked his head to see the current betting situation.

During the sect competition, the most popular area for betting is naturally which sect can win the sect competition leader position.

In the center of the crowd, several burly men were discussing which sect they should bet on.

"Brothers, who do you think will be the leader of this sect competition?"

"We can't still be the Yuehua Sect, right? The Yuehua Sect has won the title of leader twice in a row! The odds are extremely low. It's boring to dominate the Yuehua Sect!"

"But isn't Duan Yunzhou of the Yuehua Sect the only alchemist among the four sects? This alone is enough for the Yuehua Sect to leave the other sects far behind!"

"Hey! It used to be like this, but this year didn't their sect accept a new waste from the Qi refining period as a direct descendant? In this way, their strength must be greatly reduced! Their sect is equivalent to less than the other four sects. Isn’t it a fighting force?”

"Yeah, I don't know what happened to the leader of the Yuehua Sect. Isn't this equivalent to being completely destroyed? No matter how powerful Duan Yunzhou is, it is still a bit difficult to fight one against two. After all, those four sects are so impressive. Everyone is truly a genius!"

"It's time to change the position of leader! I heard that Xuanling Sect has accepted two new direct descendants, but I don't know how strong they are. But the one I am most optimistic about now is Lihuo Sect! Their senior brother Fang Zhuchen also Very powerful ah!"

"The Yinwuzong is not bad either, and that sect is full of militants. It feels very bloody!"

Everyone said something to me.

When it reached Ling Miao's ears, it was summed up in five characters.

Yuehua Sect, no.

It is intolerable to be told to your face that you are not good enough, but what is unbearable!

The little girl immediately became dissatisfied. She pushed herself up a little higher, threw a bag of high-grade spiritual stones at the betting table, and shouted loudly: "Ten thousand high-grade spiritual stones, I will conquer the Yue Hua Sect!"

The crowd around him was quiet for a second, their eyes instantly focused on the little girl, and then burst into laughter.

Such a little girl, throwing out such a large number of high-grade spiritual stones, still suppressed the Yuehua Sect, which everyone was not optimistic about.

Quite funny.

"Hahahaha! Where did this kid come from? Are you stupid?"

"No one is watching, aren't you afraid that all the spiritual stones in the sect will be destroyed?"

"That's right! Yuehua Sect has a waste of Qi refining period this year. Everyone knows that they have no chance to be the leader!"

The roar of laughter at one end attracted the attention of several people on the other side.

Shen Tu Lie, He Xing and Su Yu had just had a quarrel with several disciples from other sects not long ago. They walked into the basement with the disciples who had the quarrel with them with gloomy faces.

During the sect competition, the security in Fanyuncheng was very strict and they couldn't fight on the street at all, so they planned to come over and ask for a ring to torture these short-sighted disciples and let them know who the father was.

But before he reached the betting table, he found several burly men in front of him, laughing loudly around a little girl.

They frowned slightly, this group of people looked like they were bullying this child.

Until they saw clearly, the child surrounded in the middle turned out to be the famous problem child, Ling Miao.

(End of this chapter)