After rebirth, the little junior sister’s salty life

Next is the second competition. One of the people in the second competition is very familiar to Qing Ning. Yes, it is her biological sister, Mu Qingya.

Qing Ning put away the carelessness in her eyes, and her expression became a little solemn.

Fang Yuanyuan saw her expression on the side. Although she was a little confused, she also knew that it was better for her to ask less about other people's private matters.

Mu Qingya stood on the stage relaxedly. Her mentality was good. She knew that she would not make it to the end. She participated in the sect competition this time to train herself. There will be many opportunities in the future!

Her opponent was also a girl, but the girl had a round face, big eyes, and looked naive.

"Hello, senior sister Qingya, I am Hua Junyu, a disciple of Huafeng. Please give me some advice, senior sister!"

Facing a polite opponent, Mu Qingya smiled slightly and signaled that the opponent could start.

After the two saluted each other, they were ready to start the competition.

The competition between the two girls was still very enjoyable to watch. Their swordsmanship was graceful and graceful, which made those watching feel happy. However, Qing Ning could see that Mu Qingya was at a disadvantage. There were several times when she faced that girl. She didn't even dodge the attack, and was cut several times by the spirit sword.

Soon, Mu Qingya felt that the spiritual power in her body had been used up. She was about to take out the elixir to replenish the spiritual power in her body, but her opponent seemed not to let her do so. A sword energy hit her, and the The small jade bottle shattered at the sound.

"you……"

"I'm sorry, senior sister!"

After saying that, she launched another attack, but her magic power was insufficient. Gradually, facing the girl's constant attacks, she was accidentally knocked under the ring.

"In the second game, Hua Junyu wins."

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Mu Qingya, Qing Ning said nothing. The girl's strength and cultivation were indeed stronger than hers.

"Hua Feng? I didn't expect Hua Feng to have such a powerful disciple."

Qing Ning, who usually doesn't like to go out, really doesn't understand.

"That's because you usually come out less and know less. Let me tell you, don't underestimate anyone. Even the outer disciples, some of them are not simple. When they enter the sect, their cultivation level is not low. This Huajun Yu, I have heard others say that she is a disciple of Huafeng, but she is not very impressive, and she also has a younger sister, Hua Lingrong, who is very popular with the master of Huafeng!"

Fang Yuanyuan talked about the gossip she knew. Although she usually spent most of her time practicing, she would occasionally listen to some gossip in other groups. She was very powerful and many people were unwilling to offend her. Over time, she knew There are more and more things happening.

Qing Ning looked at Fang Yuanyuan in confusion, "You, how do you know so much?"

"You think I miss you? You are a standard young lady. You have a powerful master, but I can only rely on myself. The more I hang out with the outer disciples, the more I will know."

Fang Yuanyuan said indifferently.

"Yeah!" Qing Ning nodded heavily and agreed with her words. She really didn't go out very often. If she could, she would never go out.

After Mu Qingya's game ended, it was Fang Yuanyuan's turn.

"It's your game, come on!"

"I will not lose, I still want to be your opponent in the finals!"

"You have so much confidence in me and yourself!"

"Of course, I know your strength. We will definitely meet up in the last game. Then I will let you see my true ability."

When Qing Ning heard this, she felt a little hopeful. She also wanted to know how powerful Fang Yuanyuan was and whether she could really give her a good fight.

Fang Yuanyuan stood in the ring, always so confident. This time her opponent was Su Wanying, the Avenger who came back with memories.

When the competition started, Fang Yuanyuan had no intention of showing mercy. Su Wanying, who had experience in her previous life, was not someone to be trifled with. In this life, she practiced hard and had a lot of training resources. Naturally, her cultivation was not comparable to that in her previous life. Not only that, she also hid her clumsiness. He used the jade pendant to hide his true cultivation level.

Fang Yuanyuan decisively gave up the long sword in her hand and formed seals with her hands. Not only was she superb in swordsmanship, she was also a master of spells. What's more, she was gifted with a mutated wind spiritual root.

Su Wanying looked at the girl in front of her, with a flash of doubt. In her previous life, she had also participated in the sect competition. Although she was eliminated early, she also watched the whole process. She did not remember that there was such a person, and her spiritual root was so special. She It's impossible not to remember.

"You have a mutated wind spiritual root, how can you still be an outer disciple!"

Fang Yuanyuan didn't answer her question. During the competition, there was too much nonsense, and she didn't even know how she lost. She formed seals with her hands, and the wind turned into invisible sharp blades to attack, and with her strength, she even transformed into dozens of sharp blades.

At this time, Su Wanying was avoiding the wind blades in a panic, but she could only avoid a few. Many wind blades were controlled by Fang Yuanyuan and kept attacking Su Wanying.

Qing Ning frowned, looked at the invisible wind blade, and sighed inwardly, this is the posture that a practitioner should have.

"Stop, stop!"

Even though Su Wanying had combat experience in her previous life and her cultivation was stronger than in her previous life, it was still of no avail when faced with Fang Yuanyuan who seemed to be a pervert. She used defensive weapons to block him.

With a "bang", the magic weapon shattered, and even the defensive robe given to her by her master was cut by the wind.

"How could this happen? Who are you?"

No matter what Su Wanying said, Fang Yuanyuan's attacks did not stop. In the end, Su Wanying was blown out of the ring by a strong wind and was judged to have lost.

Su Wanying stood up, swept the dust off her body, and bit her lips, looking very reluctant.

In the stands, Xuan Xiao sat up straight. He looked at the people in the audience who were wearing plain white outer disciple uniforms, but they had great power.

"What do you think, Senior Brother Head? That little girl happens to have a mutated wind spirit root, and you also have a mutated wind spirit root. Isn't it a coincidence!"

There was something strange in Xuan Xiao's heart. To be honest, when he saw that little girl, he also wanted to accept a disciple.

Fang Yuanyuan was very happy to win, but she never thought that one day she would become a direct disciple.

Walking off the ring and standing next to Qing Ning, he calmed down his aura and felt a little like returning to his original nature.

Qing Ning didn't say anything. They were the people who understood each other best, and strong people often sympathized with each other.