Yang Ziyue's strange reaction instantly made Zhao Yanran's face strange and her mood extremely complicated.

Obviously she has won the position of the supreme saint, but she looks more annoyed and desperate than herself?

It's not like that, if it's cheaper......

"Purple Moon Holy Maiden, don't be too excited, you deserve it."

He Yulian thought that Yang Ziyue was overjoyed and caused her emotions to lose control, so she stepped forward with a white jade scroll in her hand and smiled lightly.

"Come, sign your name on this scroll of the Holy Maiden's Heavenly Book."

"Within this year, you will be the supreme saintess with the most noble status, and from now on, you will always be one of the guardian saints of the Qingxuan Sword Sect."

Yang Ziyue's face was as pale as paper, and she took the brush with difficulty, but her delicate and white fingers kept trembling.

All the disciples below were eagerly awaiting, looking forward to witnessing the birth of another supreme saint of the Sword Sect.

However, in the past few seconds, Yang Ziyue still did not put pen to paper.

Under the strange gaze of everyone, the brush fell directly from her fingertips and fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Holy Lady He, all the peak masters, the ...... in charge"

"I ...... I, Yang Ziyue, am not worthy of being a supreme saint! ”

These trembling and crying words made the audience, which had already settled down, once again set off an uproar.

"Purple Moon Holy Maiden...... What are you talking about? ”

"Could it be that she wants to take the initiative to abstain and give up the position of the Supreme Holy Maiden to the Holy Maiden of the Blue Moon?"

"Wouldn't it?!"

"She herself is arrogant and pure, she doesn't want fame and fortune, that person's senior brother Lu Ming's billion spirit stones ......"

Listening to everyone's shocked discussions, Yang Ziyue felt even more embarrassed.

Immediately, ignoring He Yulian's obstruction, he took out the saber from the storage ring, flew directly with the sword, and fled in despair.

After three rounds of assessment, he was about to be crowned supreme, but he fled in a hurry when he was about to sign it.

Such outrageous and strange things made everyone present, including Zhao Yanran, who was left alone in front of the stage, shocked.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Qinglong Sacred Peak Sect Leader Wang He stood up suddenly, his eyes surging with anger, and his face was gloomy as water.

First, Xiao Qing kicked the Guanxin Spring in a frenzy, and then Qin Yanhong vomited blood strangely while watching the battle.

Now that the dust has finally settled, Yang Ziyue, who has been promoted to the Supreme Holy Maiden, turned around and left without saying a word.

This year's Saintess Congress was a joke.

"Where is Xu Fengyi, the head of Zixia Holy Peak? Let her come out and see me! ”

"If such a rude little girl is selected as a saint and wins the championship at the Holy Daughter's Conference, isn't she afraid that the Qingxuan Sword Sect will become the laughing stock of the entire Qingxuan Prefecture?!"

The audience instantly became a pot of porridge, and all kinds of speculations and discussions were overwhelming.

Lu Ming stood on the mountain peak for a long time, and finally understood why Yang Ziyue seemed so uneasy.

Immediately, he also sacrificed the ancestral dragon seven-star sword and flew away, chasing in the direction she had escaped.

"Although Ziyue is not very old, she is by no means a rude person."

Shuttling between the clouds, Lu Ming couldn't help but mutter, "On the contrary, she is too smart." ”

"She knows that her seven emotions are unbroken, and her heart is restless, and she can't do the pure heart and few desires that a saint must have."

"Coupled with my secret help in the ring just now, it made her feel that she was not qualified to advance to the final round at all, let alone be worthy of being a supreme saint."

"Ziyue, is that so?"

Thinking of Yang Ziyue's dejected appearance when he had just fled, Lu Ming felt a heartache.

"Chirp!"

The little one on his shoulder let out a low roar and gently patted Lu Ming's shoulder with his wings.

"Xiaoyi, I'm fine, you don't have to comfort me."

Lu Ming smiled bitterly, "I'm just, a little self-blaming." ”

"Ziyue's heart is so heavy, but I don't notice it in the slightest."

"If I could have noticed it earlier, why did she have an emotional breakdown today, causing chaos in the entire Sword Sect?"

"My senior brother, what a dereliction of duty."

……

Yang Ziyue's sword flew extremely fast, and she couldn't find the direction she fled at all.

Lu Ming didn't run around like a headless fly, but after calming down and thinking carefully, he went straight to the direction of Feather Peak.

Whether they were at the outer gate at the beginning, or after Yang Ziyue entered the Zixia Sacred Peak, the two of them met alone, and most of them were in the light feather forest in the mountain behind the Feather Peak.

Ziyue once said that in the entire Qingxuan Sword Sect, only when she was in the Light Feather Forest did she completely calm her heart and feel an irreplaceable sense of security.

His instinct told him that Ziyue must have gone there.

Soon, Lu Ming arrived at Feather Peak, and Edgeworth soared above the Light Feather Forest.

He was running Zhenyuan to carefully feel Yang Ziyue's breath, but the little one on his shoulder suddenly let out a loud roar.

"Xiaoyi, have you found Ziyue?"

The little one on his shoulder looked solemn and nodded slightly.

Lu Ming was suddenly extremely excited, and immediately followed the direction pointed by Xiao Yi's gaze and landed in the forest from the sky.

In front of him is a trickling stream, and more than a dozen peach trees are planted on both sides of the stream.

Every time she wanted to give Ziyue something, or had something to say to her, she was basically by this stream.

Lu Ming put away the Ancestral Dragon Seven Star Sword and looked around for a while.

Yang Ziyue was indeed in front of her, sitting with her back to him and facing the stream.

"Ziyue, I know you're in pain."

Lu Ming sighed, walked towards her slowly, and said with a bitter smile as he walked, "It's that Senior Brother is not good, I didn't discuss with you in advance, so I privately decided to help you defeat An Luoxin." ”

"But actually, I want to tell you that there is never a perfect person in this world."

"If even you are not worthy of being the supreme saint, then there will be no second person in the entire Qingxuan Sword Sect who is qualified to do so......"

While speaking, Lu Ming was already sitting beside Yang Ziyue facing Xiaoxi, and gently patted her shoulder with his hand.

However, the moment her fingers touched her, Yang Ziyue instantly trembled and collapsed in his arms.

"Purple Moon?"

Lu Minghu looked at it suspiciously, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

At this moment, Yang Ziyue's face was as pale as paper, her lips were dark blue, and her qi was as weak as a gossamer.

It's a sign of poisoning, and it's bound to be a deadly poison!

"Who's ......"

Lu Ming held Yang Ziyue in his arms, holding her cold little hand, and his body was filled with a majestic anger that was almost like a beast.

"Who is so bold and dares to murder Ziyue......"

"If Ziyue has three longs and two shorts, I will make you lose your form and spirit, and your soul will be scattered!"

Just as Lu Ming was furious, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps behind him.

"Dare to come back......"

A murderous intent burst out of his eyes, and he suddenly turned around and swung his sword.

But after seeing the comer behind him clearly, he was instantly stunned.