A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

The next day, the training ground was once again bustling with activity.

After a night's rest, all twenty disciples who had advanced had arrived, each with a solemn expression.

"The second round of the martial arts competition shall now begin!"

The presiding elder announced loudly, "First, we will draw lots to determine the matchups!"

Twenty disciples stepped forward one by one to draw lots from the divination box.

Luo Fan was drawn to fight against Luo Jiyao of the Xuantian Sect, which made Yan Wujiu extremely envious.

After all, he really liked that girl, but unfortunately, whichever opponent he drew was the one he would end up with.

We can't just change it at will, so we have no choice but to accept our fate.

Bai Jie drew the Zhengyang Sect's Pu Tai Lai.

Xiong Chumo drew Duan Qilin from the Qingyun Sect!

Lu Qingdai versus Luo Jing of the Qingyun Sect!

Most notably, Xie Nantian will face off against Chi Ou of the Zhengyang Sect!

One is the senior disciple of Peach Blossom Temple, and the other is the senior disciple of Zhengyang Sect.

With both sides evenly matched, this is sure to be a highly anticipated battle.

Chu Wuyai and Yan Wujiu exchanged a bitter smile; their fate was to fight each other internally.

As rivals, there's nothing to compare, and nothing worth fighting over.

The two lucky duo, essentially having a bye, are now left to see who decides to back down.

Next up is Shen Fufeng versus Sun Bao of the Zhengyang Sect!

Zhao Jingzhou versus Chu Xuanqing of the Zhengyang Sect!

Next up is Qin Wushuang from the Xuantian Sect, fighting against Zhou Lang from the Zhengyang Sect!

When the draw results came out, the two looked at each other.

A slight frown emanated from him, a chilling aura emanating from him.

One responded with a sinister grin and raised his chin.

Finally, it was Lin Hao from the Qingyun Sect who faced off against Wu Xiong from the Zhengyang Sect!

The two were like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, ready to ignite at the slightest touch, just waiting for the great battle to begin.

Amidst the murmurs and discussions, everyone wore different expressions.

Luo Fan looked towards the Xuan Tian Sect's camp opposite him, just in time to meet Luo Ji Yao's sly gaze.

not good!

This girl is probably up to something else.

Based on Luo Fan's experience, it's not hard to see that the little fairy has a bad heart.

"A good competition might even deepen the friendship between the two factions."

Bai Jie spoke the last four words very softly.

Ke Luofan clearly felt the chill that those words brought him.

Especially when Bai Jie stared at him with that intriguing look, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

It was as if it were shrouded in millennia-old ice.

"The first match: Luo Fan of Peach Blossom Temple versus Luo Jiyao of Xuantian Sect!"

As the presiding elder finished speaking, Luo Fan cleared his throat and whispered in Bai Jie's ear.

"I just want to deepen my friendship with my senior."

Bai Jie was embarrassed and annoyed, so she secretly pinched him.

Luo Fan gasped and slowly walked onto the arena.

He still had that lazy look on his face.

Opposite her, Luo Jiyao wore a moon-white dress, exuding a cool and aloof yet playful charm.

"Luo Fan from Peach Blossom Temple, please give me your guidance, Senior Sister."

Luo Fan solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute, looked around, and then, as if he were doing something wrong, placed the back of his hand against his left cheek.

His expression revealed utmost seriousness.

"Senior sister, please go easy on me! Don't let your junior brother lose too badly..."

puff!

Luo Jiyao was suddenly amused.

"Your surname is Luo, and so is mine. Maybe we were even family a few hundred years ago."

She blinked. "For the sake of family, junior brother, you must give me a lot of guidance later."

Luo Fan chuckled and scratched his head, "My meager cultivation is nowhere near that of my senior sister."

Luo Jiyao covered her mouth and chuckled, but the look in her eyes became increasingly serious.

Yesterday's battle between Luo Fan and Zhang Yuan might be seen as a lucky one by others, but she doesn't think so.

The Four Sects Martial Arts Tournament is such a solemn occasion, how could it be the turn of a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining to take the stage?

No matter how desolate Peach Blossom Temple may be, it shouldn't be so poor that it can't produce any decent disciples.

Yesterday she witnessed firsthand that those people all performed exceptionally well.

The same applies to Ji Kun, who lost the first match.

Although they were defeated.

However, it also established the reputation of Peach Blossom Temple.

Therefore, Luo Fan's victory was not due to luck, but to an absolute crushing of strength!

"please!"

Luo Jiyao struck first, her slender sword falling like moonlight, aiming straight for Luo Fan's throat.

"Wow! Senior sister! You're serious!"

Startled, Luo Fan jumped back, stumbled, and narrowly avoided the sword tip.

Luo Jiyao narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and suddenly changed her sword stance, splitting the sword light into three.

Take his upper, middle, and lower routes.

Luo Fan continued to frantically tumble and crawl on the arena, panting heavily.

Swish!

One of the sword beams grazed his back, tearing a hole in his robe.

"Oh dear, my clothes are torn again!"

Luo Fan turned around in a panic.

Snapped!

He accidentally bumped into Luo Jiyao's arms, his hands landing on her slender waist.

soft.

This was Luo Fan's first impression.

"what!"

Luo Jiyao blushed and quickly backed away.

"Um... I didn't mean to!"

Luo Fan quickly apologized, his face flushed red.

The audience below the stage was stunned.

"This is okay?"

"Is this level one Qi Refining trash here to compete, or is he just here to make a fool of himself?"

"That just now, it seems like it really was an accident?"

"..."

On the high platform, Liu Linglong covered her mouth and chuckled, "This little rascal, she really knows how to create accidents."

Yunxi shook her head helplessly.

He was genuinely afraid that the Xuantian Sect wouldn't extort money from them.

Master Xuanming stroked his beard and smiled, completely unconcerned that his disciple had suffered a loss.

Master Qingyang curled his lip in disapproval.

That old bastard is entrapping law enforcement again.

But this time...

It's hard to say who the fish is and who the bait is.

Sikong Jue frowned slightly.

Those tiger eyes remained fixed on Luo Fan, trying to detect even the slightest fluctuation of his spiritual energy.

On the arena.

Luo Jiyao blushed and glared at Luo Fan. "You little rascal! You definitely did this on purpose!"

"My senior sister's swordsmanship is so fast that I can't even dodge it properly. How could I have the mind to do it on purpose?"

Luo Fan spread his hands, feeling wronged. "Senior sister has misunderstood me so much, I really have no way to defend myself."

"snort!"

Luo Jiyao gave a soft snort and attacked again.

This time, her offensive was even more aggressive.

The light from the dancing slender sword was like moonlight filling the sky, enveloping the entire arena.

Luo Fan dodged and weaved through the sword light in a disheveled state.

The sword lights grazed his body again and again, each time missing him by a hair's breadth.

clang!

A flash of sword light grazed his arm and struck the edge of the arena, sparks flying everywhere.

Luo Fan lost his footing and stumbled, but by sheer luck, he avoided the three sword lights that followed closely behind.

"This is incredibly lucky!"

Someone in the audience muttered something.

"I have a feeling that he wasn't just lucky, but rather had excellent agility?"

"Impossible! How could someone at the first level of Qi Refining have such excellent movement techniques?"

Amidst the murmurs, Luo Fan and Luo Jiyao had already exchanged more than thirty blows.

Luo Jiyao grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

She discovered that no matter how she attacked, Luo Fan always managed to dodge in the most embarrassing way.

Moreover, the timing and angle of each dodge were perfectly timed.

This is definitely not luck!

She held nothing back, pushing her movements to their limit.

She and her sword transformed into a streak of light, carrying a tragic yet resolute momentum, and pierced straight into Luo Fan's chest.

Luo Fan turned and ran.

Luo Jiyao pursued relentlessly.

The two chased and fled, circling around the arena.

boom!

Luo Fan ran to the edge of the ring, about to fall off.

Behind him was Luo Jiyao's thrusting sword.

Seeing this, Luo Fan was so frightened that he lost his balance on the edge of the ring, and his arms swung up and down.

His body swayed back and forth, but he couldn't keep his balance in the end.

She simply fell backward in the direction Luo Jiyao had rushed from.

Just as he narrowly dodged the sword, his hands were still flailing wildly in a panic.

Snapped!

Luo Fan accidentally slapped Luo Jiyao's wrist with one hand.

Luo Jiyao felt a numbness in her wrist, and the rapier almost slipped from her hand.

And a strange force rushed along her meridians to a certain acupoint in her lower abdomen.

"Well!"

Her spiritual energy instantly became disordered.

"not good!"

She tried to steady herself, but it was too late.

He was propelled forward uncontrollably until he flew over Luo Fan's head and crashed out of the ring.

Fortunately, she adjusted her posture before landing, which allowed her to remain standing.

Her pretty face was so red it bled.

The entire room fell silent.

After three breaths, a burst of laughter erupted.

On the arena.

Luo Fan got up with lingering fear, dusted himself off, and looked bewildered.

"Huh? Senior sister, why did you go downstairs?"

He walked to the edge of the arena and looked down at Luo Jiyao.

Three seconds later, he had a sudden realization.

"Oh, I understand. Thank you for being so kind, Senior Sister!"

Luo Fan cupped his hands in a serious manner, "It's just that the water is being used too obviously, which makes people feel a bit embarrassed."

As he spoke, he scratched his head.

Luo Jiyao bit her lip, feeling both ashamed and annoyed.

How could he be so shameless and yet so righteous in saying those words?

Does your conscience hurt?

If she were even a little more embarrassed, she would have truly given in...

How could this person be so wicked?

So adorably bad!

Luo Jiyao took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes blinking a few times.

"You've looked at it, you've touched it."

"After the martial arts competition, remember to come to our Xuantian Sect to propose marriage!"

She gave Luo Fan a meaningful look, then turned and returned to the Xuan Tian Sect's camp.

"..."

Luo Fan really wanted to call out to Luo Jiyao and ask her to give a serious explanation.

What does it mean to have already seen it?

You've already touched it?

Before you slander him, at least show some respect by taking your clothes off first!

It's better than being framed, right?

Master Xuanming was all smiles, not at all bothered that his disciple had lost the competition.

Master Qingyang's lips twitched.

On the arena, Luo Fan bowed to Yun Xi on the high platform and then walked down.

Qin Wushuang approached Luo Jiyao's side and asked in a low voice, "Junior Sister, how strong is this person?"

"Senior sister, just look at him. He'll definitely be among the top three in this martial arts competition."

Luo Jiyao smiled and glanced at Luo Fan, who was grimacing as Bai Jie stepped on his toes.

Qin Wushuang's beautiful eyes flashed as she looked at Luo Fan's back, her curiosity growing once again.