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

Liang Chao's spiritual energy was injected into the long sword, and with the slight fluctuation of the air, it stabbed towards Ling Miao.

The momentum was obviously stronger than the last one, Lu Peiyuan, who was knocked away without even raising a hand.

But the next second, the defensive barrier was shattered smoothly, and the little girl's sandbag-sized fist fell on Liang Chao's face.

"Varied……"

Within the Whirlwind Sect, a Talisman Cultivator disciple who came to watch the battle unconsciously widened his eyes and could not say a word.

His defensive talisman was broken so easily?

Lin Xia glanced at him, a trace of understanding and disdain flashing in her eyes.

What a joke, this kid could have easily smashed his defensive talisman with one punch a year ago. What's more, the defensive talisman Liang Chao brought up was of average quality. It looked like it was a makeshift painting, so it's surprising that it can hold up.

Before the fragments of the barrier could dissipate, Liang Chao was punched out by Ling Miao.

This time Ling Miao controlled the force, and Liang Chao was only smashed into the wall of the auditorium, but did not break through the wall.

Deacon: "Yuehua Sect, Ling Miao wins."

In the audience, everyone looked at the expression of the little girl on the ring and began to become strange.

There is no longer the emotion of watching a joke, replaced by fear and anxiety.

"Both times...were both punches?"

"Ah, this, this, why is it so scary? I understand why she should be escorted."

"How should I put it? Although her spiritual roots are very poor, her fighting ability is strong. I feel that she is invincible in the warm-up match."

"Can her genius sister fight with her? I look forward to the result of Ling Yu's fight with her tomorrow!"

"But I just don't know which one will come first, tomorrow or the bad news."

What if we are drawn?

"Such a cute little loli, if you punch me, I will cry for a long time."

"Ah, that deacon is drawing lots again, it's so scary, don't draw me, don't draw me!"

The competition in Ling Miao's group started much later than other groups, and the deacon quickly announced the child's new opponent.

This time, the disciple stepped onto the stage tremblingly. After a few seconds, he smoothly drew an arc and was blown away. He smashed into the wall outside the auditorium, and then slowly fell down like a piece of paper without any movement.

Ling Miao stood on the stage in confusion.

She had tried hard to control her strength, but why did she still faint? Is Little Zhuji already so unwilling to resist beatings?

She remembered that when she beat Bai Jing before, he fainted without even one punch!

Above the auditorium, Bai Jing felt Ling Miao's strange glance towards him, and his expression suddenly became extremely ugly. He could probably guess what the child was thinking.

After that battle, he went back and worked harder to practice, and now his cultivation level has reached the golden elixir level.

He originally thought that during this sect competition, he would definitely avenge his shame and give this damn brat some color, but now it seems that he only feels a little guilty. If he bumps into him in the future and relies on his realm to suppress it, I don’t know how much advantage I can take advantage of.

The warm-up match on Ling Miao's side is still going on.

At this time, there was silence below the arena. As soon as the deacon moved, all the participating disciples began to be on tenterhooks, secretly praying that they would not be hit.

Throughout the afternoon, the lucky ones who were drawn onto the stage faced the situation that as long as they failed to admit defeat in time, they would be beaten away. Some of those who did not run fast enough had to risk being unable to control their momentum. The risk of a child kicking his feet.

There are nearly thirty competition stages of various sizes on Star Observation Peak, but the audience gradually began to flock to the auditorium of a strange competition stage where people were constantly flying out at extremely fast speeds.

At the end of the fight, the lucky guy who had not been called was willing to come on stage.

Basically, he stood far away from the stage, shouted that he was quitting the competition, and then disappeared quickly.

Ling Miao finally understood what the small bench Lin Qiancheng gave her was used for.

In the second half, the little girl basically sat on the stage without moving the whole time. Most of her opponents would automatically admit defeat. A few stubborn ones wanted to personally experience her strength, so she just used them to practice controlling her strength.

After the warm-up match on the second day. The host was surrounded again.

The group of people who surrounded the host were almost the same as those who came in the morning, but their demands were completely different.

After various sects united and asked Ling Miao to participate on the grounds of fairness.

Less than a day.

The various sects united again and requested that Ling Miao be directly recommended to the individual competition on the grounds of the physical and mental health of the disciples of each sect.

The whole afternoon was filled with panic, and the momentum of their disciples was greatly reduced.

Anyway, the brat Ling Miao cannot be defeated by their Qi-refining and foundation-building disciples. Let her compete normally. Not only will it cause physical and mental harm to their disciples, but she will also occupy a promotion spot in vain.

They really shouldn't question the sect alliance's decision.

The most urgent task is to send this great god away as soon as possible!

So it was the third day of the warm-up match.

Ling Miao had a bye again.

Ling Miao looked at the lottery results Duan Yunzhou brought back to her and fell into deep thought again.

"Why, isn't the persecution against me over yet? Why am I off again! Didn't they go make trouble today?"

Xuan Si's eyes were full of gloating.

"Why is this persecution targeting you? It's obviously to prevent you from persecuting others."

His gold powder fan could fly up.

"There was another round of trouble yesterday evening, and you were sent back to the walking position again."

"No way!"

Ling Miao opened her short legs and ran out, cursing with indignation.

"No! I have to go and have a look! If they can make trouble, I can make trouble too. Really, there's no reason why we won't let people compete if we don't let them compete!"

"?"

Duan Yunzhou's head was full of black lines. Seeing that his junior sister was about to get into trouble again, he reflexively prepared to stop her.

But before the child could run very far, he was caught by the oncoming Qingyun.

Qingyun grabbed Ling Miao's back collar and lifted the little girl up.

"Where to go?"

Ling Miao tilted her head and looked at him, "Second Master, I'm about to go to the host to cause trouble."

"?"

Qingyun was stunned. How could anyone talk about making trouble so confidently? No wonder Cangwu asked him to come and have a look this morning, something almost happened.

He silently carried the child and walked in the direction of Sunset Peak.

"What's the trouble? I went back to swing my sword with my master. I've been locked up in the forbidden area for two days. Did you take the time to practice swinging your sword?"

Ling Miao was carried away with a sad look on her face.

The child struggled, "Let me go! I'm going to do something bold!"

The people organizing the event are unreasonable! She can't bear this kind of injustice!

Qingyun said impatiently: "Why are you twisting? If you move again, I will beat you myself!"
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Sect competition section: Huazong’s new five direct disciples that month seemed to be doing well.