Can't a girl be a traitor like Cao Cao?

Wenren Tianxia was stunned for a moment, but his hands moved faster than his brain.

The tip of my chopsticks had already unconsciously pressed against the other person's chopsticks.

Wenren Tianxia exclaimed "Ah!" with a completely bewildered expression.

The other women also looked puzzled.

Is Ye Qiancao admitting defeat?

Chi Junlin also looked puzzled, and could only announce, "The winner is... Wenren Tianxia."

"Yes, I lost. I lost."

Ye Qiancao leaned close to Chi Junlin with a smile on her face, as if to say, "Hurry up and kiss me."

It seems she came with the intention of losing from the start.

If that's the case, why propose such competition rules and still want to participate in this match?

As she was thinking about these things, Ye Qiancao picked up her wine glass and took a sip.

Then she straightened her pretty face and looked at Chi Junlin with expectant eyes.

Chi Junlin hesitated for a moment, but still thought that he couldn't show favoritism.

So, just like before, he held Ye Qiancao in his arms and slowly lowered his head to kiss her.

"Mmm... Chirp... Chirp..."

Unlike the other women, Ye Qiancao showed no shyness on her face, but rather boundless excitement and anticipation.

Seeing Ye Qiancao and Chi Junlin kissing in front of him, Wenren Tianxia, ​​who had clearly won the duel, suddenly felt something was off.

There's always a feeling that I've lost.

But she couldn't quite put her finger on where she went wrong.

As for Chi Junlin, it also feels very strange.

The punishment at this moment should clearly be Ye Qiancao feeding him wine.

But as soon as the wine touched her lips, Chi Junlin inexplicably felt as if he were the one feeding her the wine.

Chi Junlin looked down at Ye Qiancao and saw her smiling face.

After the wine was finished, their soft lips parted on their own.

She even licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue, as if she hadn't had enough to drink.

Chi Junlin wanted to kiss her again, but Ye Qiancao left her embrace first.

He then pressed his fingertips against Chi Junlin's lips.

Her alluring eyes blinked gently, exuding an unparalleled seductive charm.

Chi Junlin suddenly felt that Ye Qian was quite interesting. It seemed that there was something hidden within her that he had not yet figured out.

However, before she could figure it out, the martial arts drinking contest had already entered its second round.

After the first round of competition, Wei Ziqing, Hui Zhilan, Di Shanshan, and Ye Qiancao were eliminated.

The remaining winner will be chosen from among the four women: Tong Yan, Feng Lingqiu, Yan Sijun, and Wenren Tianxia.

The first to take the stage were Tong Yan and Feng Lingqiu.

As martial arts masters who have long been famous in the martial arts world, the two are very familiar with each other's martial arts skills.

One of them is the sect leader of the Sword Harmony Sect, who was already known as the Sword Master in his youth. Now, he is the leader of the martial arts alliance, and his martial arts level is definitely among the top five in the Southern Kingdom.

The other person is also the master of the current Sword Master. As the Sword Dao Elder of the Qitianling Mountain Gate, his martial arts level is not to be underestimated.

These two almost symbolize the pinnacle of swordsmanship among the Five Great Swordsmen of the South.

Clearly, this will be an extremely thrilling battle.

The two stood in front of the snack box, picked up their chopsticks, and placed the tips of the chopsticks on the wine glass, just as before.

With a smile on her face, Tong Yan said to Feng Lingqiu, "Elder Feng, please."

Feng Lingqiu nodded and said, "Please!"

Then, the two chopsticks immediately crossed in the air, making a series of "snap snap" sounds.

The women watching the fight couldn't all discern the martial arts techniques being used by the two.

People like Di Shanshan and Yan Sijun only felt that the fight between the two was extremely entertaining.

Although they were only using two chopsticks as weapons, the two of them wielded them with great force and their swordplay was elegant and graceful.

Although the swordplay was confined to the width of a small pastry box, it was like performing a ritual within a snail shell, with exquisitely precise and dazzling techniques.

But those who know a little about it, like Chi Junlin, would know that at this moment the two are not comparing their cultivation levels, but only their techniques.

That childlike face was at a great disadvantage.

Because the martial arts style of the Sword Harmony Sect, whether it is the Sword Heart Clarity Technique or the Sword Finger Divine Skill, all rely on strong internal energy as a foundation.

If one abandons the use of internal energy, ninety percent of the martial arts techniques of the Sword Harmony Sect cannot be utilized.

Chapter 214 The Final Showdown!

Tong Yan and Feng Lingqiu kept their arms within the range of the snack box.

Their feet remained firmly planted in the hot spring, without moving an inch.

But the two chopsticks flew up and down, making a continuous "ping-pong" sound.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of blows.

Tong Yan has been immersed in martial arts for many years and became famous at a very young age.

Although she couldn't use internal energy in the drinking contest, she was already highly skilled in external martial arts techniques.

Even though he was outmatched in the fight against Feng Lingqiu, he was not at a disadvantage.

However, the Sword Harmony Sect's martial arts are not particularly adept at using specific techniques.

After several exchanges, Tong Yan realized that he might be defeated in ten moves.

Realizing he was outmatched, and to avoid a humiliating defeat, Tong Yan had no choice but to remove her chopsticks first.

He then openly admitted to Feng Lingqiu, "The Hanging Mountain Gate Sword Technique is indeed exquisite; I have lost."

Feng Lingqiu also respectfully cupped his hands and said, "You flatter me."

Although the women were surprised by Tong Yan's quick surrender, they soon showed expressions of excitement.

Since Tong Yan lost, it means she also has to accept the punishment.

He fed his beloved disciple wine mouth to mouth.

Although several people had secretly witnessed the two meeting on Sword Emperor Peak that night, and knew that their relationship was very close.

But doing it in front of others is different from doing it in private.

The girls couldn't help but show expressions of excitement.

Tong Yan seemed to have thought of this as well, and couldn't help but blush and beg for mercy, "Lin Jun and I are master and disciple, this punishment is too embarrassing... let's... let it be?"

Upon hearing this, the girls immediately showed expressions of displeasure.

"That's unavoidable."

"We've all been punished."

"Sister Tong, you have to accept the consequences of your bet."

Tong Yan was embarrassed by their teasing words.

Without saying a word, Ye Qiancao handed the wine cup to Tong Yan.

She could only sigh and drink the wine in her glass.

He held it in his mouth and walked up to Chi Junlin.

Chi Junlin looked at Tong Yan with a smile on his face. Tong Yan was so ashamed that he could only lower his head slightly.

Then, Chi Junlin pulled Tong Yan into his arms.

Without saying a word, he pressed his lips to hers.

With a series of "thump" sounds, Tong Yan closed his eyes, his face full of charm.

I felt extremely ashamed.

The kiss didn't last long before Tong Yan, unable to bear the shame in her heart, hurriedly pushed Chi Junlin away.

Chi Junlin looked at her with a smile, but didn't stop her much.

But Tong Yan could tell from Chi Junlin's eyes that although she had let her go now, she probably wouldn't let her go so easily later that night.

Immediately following was the duel between Wenren Tianxia and Yan Sijun.

This match was basically a foregone conclusion.

Yan Sijun was on par with Di Shanshan.

Wenren Tianxia was virtually unrivaled among his contemporaries.

No matter how you look at it, Yan Sijun is unlikely to be a match for Wenren Tianxia.

However, she did not simply admit defeat, but took the competition extremely seriously.

Wenren Tianxia also greatly respected Yan Sijun's fighting attitude and displayed the spirit of a lion hunting a rabbit.

After Chi Junlin shouted "Start," the two men's chopsticks immediately crossed in the air.

After a few moves, beads of sweat appeared on Yan Sijun's forehead.

Because Wenren Tianxia's "chopsticks technique" was simply too fierce.

Contrary to her initial expectations that she would be able to exchange blows with Wenren Tianxia, ​​the situation turned out differently.

In terms of both speed and skill, Wenren Tianxia completely dominated her.

If Wenren Tianxia hadn't held back a little, Yan Sijun would probably have been pressed to the rim of the cup within three moves.

Seeing Yan Sijun's tense expression, Wenren Tianxia seemed to realize something.

Suddenly, he withdrew his sword strike.

The chopsticks were moved slightly back.

Just as Yan Sijun was stunned and confused,

Wenren Tianxia suddenly made a swift move.

The chopsticks flew down like rain, tapping towards Yan Sijun's chopsticks tip.

"This is……"

The women around were taken aback by what they saw.

Yan Sijun recognized him immediately.

It was my father's Spring Festival travel rush thunder sword technique!

Just as she was filled with surprise, feeling as if she had gained some insight from Wenren Tianxia's swordsmanship.

Wenren Tianxia had already stopped his sword strike.

He pressed Yan Sijun's chopsticks down on the rim of the cup.

After easily winning, Wenren Tianxia gently moved his chopsticks away.

He politely said to her, "You flatter me."

Yan Sijun looked thoughtful and respectfully said to Wenren Tianxia, ​​"I have learned a lot."

Now that this round of competition has ended, Yan Sijun naturally needs to be punished as well.

Without Ye Qiancao urging her, she simply put the wine in her mouth.

He stepped forward and stood before the Crimson King.

Chi Junlin looked down at Yan Sijun and saw that her face was full of determination.

He did not seem ashamed of the impending punishment.