I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

"The next game begins!" the elder said.

Feng Xiang moved at the sound, and his figure leaped onto the platform lightly like a breeze.

However, when his eyes fell on Si Ling who was standing up in the audience, a bitter smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Feng Xiang knew that fighting against a killing god like Si Ling was like hitting a rock with an egg.

He didn't hesitate, but shrugged his shoulders and bowed to Si Ling who hadn't come on stage yet, saying: "This match is unwinnable, I admit defeat."

Si Ling just glanced at Feng Xiang indifferently, then sat back, as if everything was out of his emotional range.

Feng Xiang jumped off the stage. Although he felt regretful, he understood that luck itself is also part of strength.

The elder had a look of regret on his face, but he still announced impartially: "In the second match, Si Ling from the Hidden Cloud Sword Sect wins."

Then, the elder's voice sounded again: "The third round will begin. The person holding number three will come on stage to compete."

Jiang Chu dusted himself off, jumped up onto the platform.

The people in the audience had different expressions, some expected his opponent to be stronger, some wanted to see a joke, but most didn't like to watch Jiang Chu.

On the other side, Zhou Zizai was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously glanced at Si Ling, then stood up and stepped onto the competition platform.

"Zhou Zizai from the Yunyin Sword Sect." He bowed and introduced himself, with a calm tone in his voice.

Jiang Chu also hurriedly returned the greeting: "Jiang Chu from Longyin Immortal Mansion." The two were polite and considerate, showing the style of their respective sects.

Zhou Ziyi waved his hand, and the water sword in his hand came out, agile and elegant.

The wine gourd hanging around his waist shook gently, as if to cheer for the upcoming battle.

"Thank you." He opened the wine gourd and took a sip. The aroma of wine filled the air.

Jiang Chu's nose twitched, but he was not attracted by the aroma of the wine.

He was thinking in his mind, when and where should he choose to give up in the battle? How many moves would be appropriate?

If I get hit in one move, I’ll lose my face again.

He sacrificed his own sapling, and after absorbing spiritual power, the sapling began to grow rapidly, from a tiny seedling into a towering tree.

The light green and golden light enveloped Jiang Chu, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity to him.

This tree is not only his weapon, but also his spiritual symbol, representing the tenacity and indomitable spirit of life.

Jiang Chu stood under the tree with a determined look. He had to hold out for two moves at least, which would be considered as giving an explanation to Longyin Immortal Mansion.

The water sword in Zhou Zizai's hand was half floating in the air, and he looked slightly tipsy.

"Junior Brother Jiang is just a supporting player after all. He will be at a disadvantage if he fights against me. I will only use the basic water sword form, which will not cause too much harm to Junior Brother Jiang's body." Zhou Zizai put away the wine gourd.

He wiped his mouth and looked in Si Ling's direction as he spoke.

Zhao Wushuang bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing: "Third Senior Brother's desire to survive is really maxed out."

Xuan Hao, on the other hand, clenched his fists: "How shameful."

Zhao Wushuang shut up, not wanting to cause any disputes within the sect.

In fact, from Zhao Wushuang's perspective as a woman, Jiang Chu looks quite good.

Li Xiu has an extraordinary temperament.

Senior Brother Si Ling has a cold aura.

Jiang Chu is like the fragrance of April, making people feel relaxed.

If it weren't for the fact that he had done so many ridiculous things in the past and had such a bad reputation, Zhao Wushuang really wouldn't mind being good friends with Jiang Chu.

She thought with some regret and looked up at the platform.

Under the nourishment of the sapling puppet, Jiang Chu exudes vitality.

"Go~" Zhou Zizai's basic water sword move went towards Jiang Chu's thigh.

Don’t ask why it’s not the chest, the reason is that he doesn’t dare.

Although my thigh hurts a bit, it's not fatal.

Although the wound on the arm was not fatal, Zhou Zizai was afraid that Jiang Chu would move around. If the wound moved to his chest or abdomen, it would be the end of him.

"Swoosh——" the water sword flew towards Jiang Chu's thigh.

Jiang Chu was also prepared to admit defeat if he was stabbed.

"puff--"

The water sword was blocked by the golden and blue light and could not penetrate at all.

Jiang Chu was a little stunned: No way?

Wasn’t he pierced by Zhuzhu’s sword yesterday?

How come there is still a resistance function today?

He blinked and touched a sapling on the side.

Feeling somewhat guilty, he asked, "How many surprises do you have that I don't know about?"

The big tree shook its leaves, seeming very proud.

Jiang Chu touched his cheek and turned to look at Zhou Zizai guiltily.

"Brother Zhou, I don't know if I can defend myself..."

The disciples in the audience were rolling their eyes.

"I don't know how to defend myself, ugh—"

"You can't even figure out your own puppet?"

"Who would believe this? She's a real green tea! Damn green tea!"

Jiang Chu was speechless, he really didn't know.

Before yesterday, there was no defense function, otherwise how could it have been stabbed?

Lu Shuyan said, "He didn't lie, otherwise, he wouldn't have been pierced by Zhuzhu's sword yesterday."

Jiang Chu looked at Lu Shuyan. He didn't expect that his senior brother was still speaking for him at this time.

There was a flash of gratitude in his eyes.

Lu Shuyan turned his head away, too lazy to look at him.

Zhou Zizai recalled the water sword, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Jiang's puppet would have such a wonderful use."

"Then try my water sword." Zhou Zizai waved his hands quickly.

This time the spiritual power on the sword was obviously twice as sharp as the basic form.

Jiang Chu looked at Shui Yingying's sword nervously and nodded: "Brother Zhou, come on!"

Zhou Zizai felt a little embarrassed seeing that he was ready to die, and looked at Si Ling again.

Seeing that Si Ling looked normal, Zhou Zi dared to use the water sword in his hand.

Jiang Chu swallowed and swung his sword.

"Om-"

The golden and light green barriers were like water waves, blocking the water sword and making it impossible for it to penetrate at all.

This time, Zhou Zizai was really surprised: "Junior Brother Jiang, your puppet tree is really good."

Jiang Chu waved his hand: "I don't know either."

He really doesn't know.

Zhou Zizai nodded: "Then try my Water Sword Style 2."

"Junior Brother Jiang, watch out. Water Sword Style 2 is ten times more powerful than Water Sword Style 1. If you can withstand it, I will admit defeat because I cannot use Water Sword Style 3 right now."

On the competition stage, Zhou Zizai's movements were particularly eye-catching.

He nonchalantly raised the wine gourd to his lips and gulped down a big gulp of wine.

As the wine went down his throat, his eyes gradually became firm and sharp.

The water sword in his hand began to emit a heart-pounding wave as his spiritual power condensed.

This water sword is no longer a simple weapon, but has become an extension of his will and a carrier of spiritual power.

The audience in the audience vaguely saw that there seemed to be a force surging behind Zhou Zizai, like the water of the Yellow River, rolling in with great momentum.

The force was accompanied by the sound of a river in a thunderstorm, roaring and deafening, like the roar of nature, which made people feel awe.

At the same time, it is unstoppable with the momentum of a thousand horses galloping, just like a cavalry charging on the battlefield, moving forward bravely and fearlessly.

Zhou Zizai's move undoubtedly showed his strength to everyone.

"It is said that Zhou Zizai of the Yunyin Sword Sect is a drunkard who neglects his cultivation. I never thought he actually has such terrifying strength."

"If this is considered desolation, then what are we?"

"As expected of the Yunyin Sword Sect that has been ranked first for ten consecutive years, the disciples under them are truly unfathomable."

"Nonsense, among those who can be the direct disciple, except Jiang Chu, everyone else is a rare genius." The disciples in the audience discussed in a low voice.

The vision behind Zhou Zi was like a reflection of his inner self, surging and full of power and vitality.

Jiang Chu stood opposite, and although he was a little surprised, he did not back down.

He knew that this competition would not be easy, but he was ready for the challenge.

He and his sapling quietly waited for Zhou Zizai's attack, ready to face this contest of strength and wisdom in his own way.

The atmosphere in the entire competition arena became more tense and intense because of Zhou Zizai's series of actions.

The audience watched with bated breath, waiting for the two contestants to clash, expecting Zhou Zizai to defeat Jiang Chu with his second water sword move.

Jiang Chu looked at the majestic sword intent, and the sapling began to shake its branches.

Like trembling.

Jiang Chu reached out and stroked his torso.

"Don't be afraid. Just resist as much as you can. I'll take the rest."

The torso seemed to be truly soothed and stopped shaking.

Jiang Chu secretly sighed in his heart, it seems that Zhou Zizai's second water sword style is really that terrifying.

I have to lie down for two more days.

Jiang Chu looked at the second style of water sword and saw that it had been fully charged, and he took a deep breath.

"Brother Zhou! Come on!"

Zhou Zizai nodded. Due to drinking, his steps were indeed a little unsteady.

He waved his hand.

The second water sword style, with a roar, went towards Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu's puppet tree suddenly grew several times larger in full view of everyone.

The surrounding spiritual power began to flow madly into the range of Jiang Chu's puppet tree.

"Buzzing—"

The sound of a buzzing bell was heard.

The sword intent rolling in from the Yellow River hit a towering tree.

"Buzzing—"

The water flowed into the giant tree, but did not hurt Jiang Chu at all.

The sword intent was swallowed up by the giant tree.

"Was my eyes dazzled just now? Jiang Chu's giant tree seemed to have swallowed up Zhou Zizai's sword intent."

"Oh my god - what kind of species is this puppet tree?"

Jiang Chu, who had been covering his face, slowly moved his fingers away.

Outside the light gold and green barrier, Zhou Zizai's sword stopped there.

Not a single bit of progress.

Zhou Zizai put away his sword, his cheeks flushed, that was because he was drunk.

"Senior Brother Jiang is truly a hidden talent. Yunyin Sword Sect's Zhou Zizai admits defeat." Zhou Zizai staggered, bowed, and shouted.

Zhao Wushuang rushed onto the stage and supported him.

He said disdainfully: "Brother, can you drink less? Others may not know that your wine does not add any spiritual power, but how can I not know?"

Zhou Zizai chuckled: "I was nervous, so I drank a little~"

Zhao Wushuang rolled his eyes at him and took him off the stage.

Everyone is still in shock.

Jiang Chu himself hadn't reacted yet to what was going on.

The elder looked at Jiang Chu with a complicated expression and announced: "In the third match, Jiang Chu from Longyin Immortal Mansion wins."

Jiang Chu put away the puppet tree, and felt happy in his heart.

Did he win?

He actually won?

What is going on? Is his puppet tree so powerful?