Everyone dislikes the beautiful little apprentice sister crying, and the heaven is panicked

Zhuang Yaohua's eyes gradually became moist.

She changed into a light black robe today and went out with Mingyin in her hand.

When she opened the door, she saw Hu Jin standing there with a smile on his face. He handed her the chicken leg and said, "It's still hot, little apprentice sister. Come on, eat it while it's hot."

Zhuang Yaohua nodded with a smile: "Okay."

"But I have to go get a bowl of porridge."

It’s really unbearable to eat such a greasy chicken drumstick in the morning.

However, just as he finished speaking, he saw Qi Han and Jiumo carrying some vegetarian side dishes and porridge, walking towards Zhuang Yaohua's room.

Seeing the chicken drumstick in Hu Jin's hand, they looked at him with annoyance: "Junior sister is still young. Feeding her with chicken drumsticks so early in the morning, aren't you afraid that she will get sick from eating too much?"

"Greasy food like chicken legs is better saved for lunch."

As they spoke, they handed the porridge to Zhuang Yaohua and brought her into the house with a smile on their faces.

"Yaoyao, eat it while it's hot, eat it while it's hot."

“It’s just right for eating.”

Zhuang Yaohua nodded and invited them: "Then let's eat together."

After having a delicious breakfast with his fellow brothers, Qi Han began to instruct Zhuang Yaohua, "In the Immortal Sect Competition later, you have to be careful. If the opponent is above the Nascent Soul Stage, don't go hard. Do you hear me?"

"You will never know how strong a disciple in the Nascent Soul stage can be."

"That's enough, just enough."

"If you are in the Jindan stage, you can still give it a try."

"If you meet Miaoyin, Liyang and the other senior disciples... you don't have to bother with them anymore. Just step down and admit defeat. It's not shameful."

Zhuang Yaohua nodded. She would definitely fight Li Yang and the others head-on.

We have to put up a good fight.

Qi Han and the others didn't know that Zhuang Yaohua had many more cards up his sleeve, so they gave him many warnings.

When the third day of the Immortal Sect Competition began, Fairy Handan smiled and said to the people around her, "There are only 120 disciples left. 60 will be eliminated today. The remaining 60... I really don't know who they are."

"That Zhuang Yaohua, I wonder what her performance will be like today. Ah, I'm so curious."

"..."

The rules are as follows: 120 disciples [there may be more, just giving an example] come forward to get number plates, the first and the 1th are opposite each other, and the two of them compete.

No. 2 and No. 119 face each other and compete with each other.

Zhuang Yaohua drew a 2, which happened to be the 119th round of mutual fight.

And this No. 119...is somewhat familiar.

This person is none other than Yunshui Cliff's chief disciple, Nangong Wudu.

You may be unfamiliar with this person's name, but when you mention the chief disciple with eight-pack abs and a humorous way of speaking... don't you remember him instantly?

When Zhuang Yaohua and Nangong Wudu became rivals, everyone in Changsheng Sword Sect looked at Zhuang Yaohua with concern.

They all couldn't help but cricket in private.

"Junior sister, she is still so young, can she beat that muscular man at Yunshui Cliff?!"

"I feel like we can't beat him. Nangong Wudu, the chief disciple of Yunshui Cliff, has first-rate talent, but he has a lightning spirit root, and he uses the Thunder God Spear to perfection!"

"All the senior disciples of Yunshui Cliff were women. Only Nangong Wudu had such a great talent that he defeated his senior sister and became the chief senior disciple of Yunshui Cliff! This position was not easy to come by."

"Moreover, this Senior Brother Nangong is already in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. With such a strong strength... ordinary people definitely cannot defeat him."

"Don't even mention Yaoyao. Even if Senior Brother Qi Han goes up, it will probably be difficult! Senior Brother Gongsun might be able to barely put up a fight."

"..."

When Nangong Wudu and Zhuang Yaohua's eyes met.

The muscular man did not show any contempt, but smiled at Zhuang Yaohua. He looked really humorous and suave.

His peach blossom eyes were smiling, and he looked a little amiable. He said, "Junior sister, if I am sorry for anything in the ring later, please forgive me!"

Zhuang Yaohua smiled and shook her head. She had a pretty good impression of this Senior Brother Nangong.

He has a fairly mild temperament.

The brothers and sisters at Yunshui Cliff heaved a sigh of relief. They all smiled and said, "I didn't expect it to be the Junior Sister Yaohua from Changsheng Sword Sect."

"Although Junior Sister Zhuang Yaohua has the world's number one divine sword, Mingyin, and is quite accomplished in swordsmanship and very powerful, who made her meet...our senior brother?"

"Yes, her sacred beast, the Vermillion Bird, is also injured now. It is definitely no match for our Senior Brother Nangong!"

“No matter how powerful Junior Sister Zhuang Yaohua is, she is at the Foundation Establishment stage. Can she beat Senior Brother Nangong who is at the Nascent Soul stage?!”

"..."

It seemed that everyone was certain that the winner would be Nangong Wudu, not Zhuang Yaohua.

Including Wu Sanxian on the stage, everyone couldn't help but shook their heads, with a hint of gloating in their eyes.

"The head of the Changsheng Sword Sect had previously protected their sect's Zhuang Yaohua. Let's see how he can protect her now."

"I guess Nangong Wudu will beat him to a pulp once he gets on stage."

"hehe."

Fairy Handan couldn't help but laugh. She said with a smile, "How can you be so sure that our little Yaoyao will lose?!"

"I think she might win."

"win???"

"How did she win?!"

"Can the Foundation Establishment Stage win?"

Wu Sanxian sneered: "If she wins, I will write my name backwards!"

None of them believed that Zhuang Yaohua, who was at the Foundation Establishment Stage, could win.

Fairy Handan lingered on Zhuang Yaohua's seemingly ordinary face for a while, and then her eyes fell on Xiaobai beside her... and she revealed a faint smile.

After number one, it’s number two.

Half an hour later, Zhuang Yaohua and Nangong Wudu immediately came on stage.

Zhuang Yaohua holds Ming Yin in her hand, with a white cat on her left and a white dog on her right.

The thin figure has a graceful posture, and what kind of pure and ethereal appearance is hidden under that ordinary face... It makes people curious.

Nangong Wudu had seen Zhuang Yaohua before, but he didn’t know what Zhuang Yaohua looked like after half a year. She should have grown up a little.

He showed a charming smile, his figure was tall, and he was holding the Thunder God's Spear which was taller than Zhuang Yaohua.

The boy's voice sounded nonchalant and a little annoying.

"Junior Sister Yaoyao, I'll beat you later, don't cry."

“——The game begins!”

Nangong Wudu was the first to rush forward, obviously wanting to end the battle quickly and not wanting to hurt Zhuang Yaohua, so he raised the Thunder God's Spear high up, and the angry thunder roared down from the sky!