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

Fang Zhuchen's pupils shrank suddenly with the sudden attack of the black iron sword.

The sword thrown by the child at him had a different feeling to him than every attack she had made before.

This sword was extremely wrong, and it actually made his hair tremble instantly. For some reason, his body stiffened, and he felt a sense of fear.

Subconsciously, he even felt that this blow, even if he used all his strength to hit it head-on, might still hurt him.

Fang Zhuchen subconsciously tensed up, and all his spiritual energy was mobilized, preparing to receive this blow with all his strength.

A muffled sound sounded on the self-competition stage.

The attack from the Black Iron Sword did not fall on Fang Zhuchen.

At the critical moment, Qingyun appeared in a flash, holding the blade of the black iron sword with one hand, and intercepted the blow.

Qingyun lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell coldly on the Xuantie sword. The aura around him was full of pressure. The Xuantie sword was frightened, and not only did it lose its murderous aura, but the sword body also started to buzz.

Qingyun said expressionlessly, "Don't make trouble."

The buzzing disappeared, and the black iron sword returned to calm.

Qingyun let go and let the black iron sword fall to the ground with a clang, stirring up a layer of dust.

Then, Qingyun looked at Ling Miao and said, "Come here and put the sword away."

"Ouch, okay."

Ling Miao on the side was also in a cold sweat at this time.

As soon as Qingyun said that, she hurriedly stepped forward, bent down to pick up her Biaozi sword, and put it back into the mustard ring.

The sound of the Black Iron Sword appeared in Ling Miao's mind, and he was extremely emotional.

'UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuHe's being mean to me again, and he's pinching me so hard! I'm going to be broken! My heart, and my sword! It's all going to break! woo woo woo woo! '

Ling Miao was speechless: 'It's not that you can't control yourself, I was knocked away, why are you still running to attack others? '

Xuantie Great Sword kept wailing: 'It's all your fault! Who allowed you to be beaten away so easily? I hate! '

Ling Miao: ‘…’

When Ling Miao looked up again, she was caught off guard and met Qingyun's eyes, because the other person was looking at her with a half-smile.

"?"

The child only had time to be confused for a second, and then her head was struck by Qingyun's blow.

Qingyun raised his eyebrows and looked at Ling Miao with an expression that said he was looking at an idiot.

"You little brat! They've already beaten you and you've lost. Why are you throwing your sword to attack others?"

Ling Miao covered her beaten head and looked at Qingyun in confusion.

"???"

No, the last blow of the black iron sword was not thrown by her at all!

It was obviously the Biaozi Sword that flew out on its own!

If others can't see it, can't you, Second Master, see it too?

Under Ling Miao's disbelieving gaze, Qingyun smiled and gave the child another shudder on the head.

"How can you compete like this? You don't have any martial ethics! Why don't you apologize to others quickly!"

Ling Miao: "..."

This means that the blame must be put on her head, right?

Okay, okay, she takes the blame!

The child was picked up by Qingyun and thrown in front of Fang Zhuchen. He stood still and bowed to him honestly.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Fang, I was the one who got the upper hand. I really shouldn't have thrown that sword! Please don't mind."

Be civilized and establish new practices. The master throws the blame and the child gets the blame.

"..."

Fang Zhuchen stared at Ling Miao steadily for a while, then he shook his head and his tone returned to normal.

"It doesn't matter. You hadn't completely flown out of the competition arena at that time, so the sword you threw was not considered a violation."

and.

Cold sweat broke out on Fang Zhuchen's back.

If that sword was not intercepted by Qingyun, then the outcome of this competition is still unknown.

Fang Zhuchen's eyes stayed on the child and didn't move away for a long time, cursing in his heart.

What happened to that sword just now?

On the high platform.

Everyone was shocked by the momentum of Ling Miao's last sword.

After a brief silence, Jiang Shang frowned and glanced at Cang Wu.

He clearly felt that when the child threw the sword just now, Cang Wu was ready to get up and stop it, but Qingyun moved first, and Cang Wu leaned back on the chair again.

Jiang Shang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his lips was inquiring.

"Congratulations to the leader of Yuehua Sect for accepting a disciple with such strong fighting ability."

Cang Wu chuckled softly, glanced at Situ Zhan and Ling Feng, who had very bad expressions on the side, and said noncommittally, "The leader is so complimentary." '

Although Fang Zhuchen won this competition.

However, Ling Miao, who was in the early stage of foundation building, had already persisted for nearly half a moment when facing Fang Zhuchen, who was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Everyone here knew what this meant.

Moreover, they couldn't figure out the reason for the sword thrown by the child at the end, the majestic momentum, and the weird power. They only knew that it was very strong!

Situ Zhan's fingertips on the armrest were clenched tightly. He kept trying to persuade himself that it was okay, Ling Yu was also very good, her spiritual root talent was extremely high, and her upper limit was also extremely high, but for some reason, this reason was with him now. , the persuasiveness is not as strong as before.

Does having high spiritual root talent necessarily mean strong combat effectiveness?

Ling Feng's eyes also flashed with confusion. Could it be that this daughter he had ignored and looked down on before was so powerful?

He suddenly felt that if the child had such a strong fighting ability, even if she was just a low-grade miscellaneous spirit root, it didn't seem to matter, he could still accept her.

What's more, judging from the situation of the thunder tribulation a few days ago, that child is probably not a low-grade miscellaneous spirit root at all.

But why had I never noticed it before?

The second elder of Lihuo Sect was also immersed in shock.

But his emotions towards Ling Miao were not as complicated as those of Situ Zhan and Ling Feng. They were just limited to regretting that such a talented person with strong fighting ability was driven out by the Li Fire Sect themselves.

After the shock, the second elder glanced at Ling Feng and saw that he had not moved for a long time. After thinking for a while, he walked to Elder Zhao of Yuehua Sect.

The second elder of Lihuo Sect: "Elder Zhao."

Elder Zhao subconsciously turned his gaze to the second elder of Lihuo Sect, with excitement and pride still remaining in his eyes.

The second elder of the Lihuo Sect: "Compensate."

The excitement and pride in Elder Zhao's eyes disappeared.

Cang Wu looked at the two of them, chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Second Elder of the Lihuo Sect. Our young apprentice smashed your sect's competition stage, so he will naturally have to pay for it. I will make arrangements later." The deacon contacted your sect."

After a pause, Cang Wu added another sentence.

"Don't worry, we will compensate you for the losses caused by Ling Miao to your sect in the past few days."

The second elder of Lihuo Sect: "?"
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Sect competition section: The King of Destruction’s personal battle journey in the competition arena has finally come to an end.