Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

This second round of battle may have been prompted by their team leader to engage in a war of attrition. So now all the disciples on the court choose a conservative style of play.

Is this going to kill the other party? In this case, whoever has a higher strength level can win. It is not allowed to take elixirs in the competition, and the fight is about truth.

If someone like them is fighting a war of attrition, it might be a smart move when facing an enemy in a life-and-death showdown. But now? There is no need for it, Fu Ling'er still pursues a quick battle.

As time passed by, the spectators in the audience were already talking about each other, chatting among themselves, teasing whose disciples were promising and promising, and even gossiping about such and such. Obviously not interested in the competition in the ring.

Just when Fu Ling'er was bored and wanted to lean on the back of the chair to take a nap, the battle on the field finally rang with the doorman knocking the end bell. It was finally over!

It's just that among the twenty people, the winner walked down the ring with sloppy steps and a strangely ugly face. There was no trace of happiness on his face.

The loser's spiritual energy was exhausted, and he struggled to walk due to exhaustion. He was so erratic that he didn't know how he moved off the stage.

Finally, the second round was over. Chen Fang blinked hard and pinched his thigh hard under the cover of the booklet in his hand. The pain instantly made his spiritual platform clear and drove away sleepy people.

I was cursing in my mind how long these bastards had been delayed. It was very tiring just sitting here.

well! I hope the next competition won't be too overwhelming, and there will be some ferocious little wolf cubs to bite you to your heart's content.

ah! No, just fight to your heart’s content!

Chen Fang just stood up and energetically announced the start of the third game loudly, and then read out the list of disciples for the third showdown in order.

In this way, the competition came to the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh games...

Nie Dacheng, who was sitting in the front, couldn't sit still at this time. Why hasn't he heard the name of Qiankun Palace? That Young Master Wanqi is his friend.

Moreover, he specially invited him to participate in the competition this time. How embarrassing would it be if their names were not on the entry list?

Not only is it embarrassing, if Lord Wanqi finds out about this, he will definitely not want to deal with him anymore.

After all, it was a big mistake.

So at this moment he couldn't help but turn around and ask Chen Fangcai,

"Deacon Chen, this sect leader wants to ask you, have you registered the people in Qiankun Hall?"

When Chen Fangcai heard this, his heart tightened. Did those bastards do things poorly, or were they obstructing them? Deliberately erasing their registration information? If that's the case, it's a big deal. He's a distinguished guest who the owner of the house has told him to treat differently! Although he didn't know why the sect leader would praise a small sect so much? But the order of the sect master cannot be disobeyed.

Chen Fangcai immediately opened the booklet page by page, skimming through the ten lines at a glance. When he turned to the fourth page of the booklet, he suddenly saw the words Qiankun Palace. He almost cried with joy.

"Master, look, there are their names, but..." Chen Fangcai handed the roster to Nie Dacheng, but their names were listed later. It was estimated that it was already evening when they queued up.

"Okay, just register. Keep an eye on me during the conference, restrain the disciples, and don't let me cause any trouble."

"Yes, Master, please rest assured,"

At this time, another competition ended, and Chen Fangcai announced the next one again.

Fu Ling'er carefully observed the competition on the field. The next few games were very fierce. She was not very impressed by the people in the ring in the next few games, and did not see any impressive people appear.

Even Wan Qiyuan felt bored now. If he had known they would have come later. He couldn't whisper to Ling'er. well! Too bad.

Gradually the sun sets in the west, and the orange rays of the sunset set off the sky. There is a kind of magnificent beauty. The soft sunshine shines on people's bodies like a layer of golden robes.

At this time, Chen Fang announced that the last round of today's competition was about to begin, and then read out a long list of names.

Among the last few names on the list, Fu Ling'er finally heard her name, Huo Yanyan's and Peng Danping's names. Everyone else's turn should be tomorrow.

But whatever? It was finally her turn for Fu Ling'er to play. After sitting on the bench all day, she was really tired, so she got up to stretch her muscles.

"Sister Ling, come on, let's try to go back and rest as soon as possible," Huo Yanyan's face was full of fighting spirit, like a sharp knife waiting to be unsheathed. She was tired after sitting for a whole day.

"Yes, Sister Ling, when I get the green card, let's go back and eat delicious food, okay?" Peng Danping blinked, obviously very obsessed with food.

"No problem, let's fight quickly and go back to have a big dinner to celebrate,"

"Okay, okay, sister Ling, keep it with me. I will definitely cook a delicious meal for the three beauties." Bai Yu promised, patting his chest, already thinking about what side dishes to use and what kind of meat had the best quality. Delicious.

"Ling'er, be careful," Wan Qiyuan warned Fu Ling'er worriedly. Although he knew that Ling'er would definitely win the competition, he was still worried.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." Fu Ling'er nodded and then said to the two beauties,

"Let's go, it's time for my Qiankun Palace to become famous."

"Yes," said sonorously and forcefully.

Fu Ling'er walked in front, followed by Huo Yanyan and Peng Danping. The three of them walked to the No. 3, No. 4, and No. 5 arenas respectively.

On the third stage, a man was already standing on the opposite side, staring coldly at his opponent. When he saw Fu Ling'er coming on the stage, he was stunned.

He didn't expect that his opponent would be an extremely beautiful woman. What should he do if he didn't know where to start with such a woman? After looking up and down for a while, he found that he was slender and weak. The man felt very uncomfortable. How could he be matched with such an opponent? He was afraid that if he applied a little force, he would cry. What he hates most is a woman who looks weak and can't take care of herself, and bursts into tears when she says a harsh word, but in fact, she is more ruthless than anyone else behind her back.

Xu Chengye frowned and looked at Fu Ling'er across from him, but he still muttered that the little girl was easy to see foul play, she was delicate and weak, and this was Mei Jiao'e who needed to be taken care of. After struggling for a long time, he seemed to have made some kind of decision. He would just fight quickly and run away as soon as possible. He didn't want to get involved with this kind of woman. So he clasped his fists and said,

"Lanyue Mountain, Xu Chengye, please...please give me some advice."

"Qiankun Hall, Fu Ling'er, please give me some advice." Fu Ling'er saw the confusion in Xu Chengye's eyes and thought that he would understand how to cherish the beauty when he got to the ring. It seemed that he was still a good young man, and he thought that he would not let others know about it later. It's too ugly to lose. Save some face so we can meet again later.

As a result, I heard the other party say the next sentence,

"The girl has nothing to show for her fists and kicks. I'm afraid it would be bad to hurt the girl. If the girl takes the initiative to admit defeat, I won't embarrass the girl."

"..." Fu Ling'er retracted the unnecessary thought just now, this is a hammer.