Although Jiang Wanying's spiritual root is extremely excellent, it is a little unsightly compared to Bai Tingting in the same period.

In addition, her style of acting has always been extremely low-key and inconspicuous, and many people in the inner door have defected under Bai Tingting's pomegranate skirt.

While not optimistic about her, he even secretly mocked her for wasting such a good spiritual root, which is the spiritual root in the eyes of outsiders.

Of course, except for some supporting roles such as Jian Yuan, there are not a few people who follow the heroine, but they don't think that the heroine can be the opponent of the Qingyun Sect's personal disciples.

The double rare spirit roots and the mysterious and unpredictable exercises can already be called the first day of the Qingyun Sect in the same period.

"Senior sister, don't fall for her agitation."

Jian Yuan looked extremely worried, and between his words, he seemed to be willing to play for her, even though he was already injured and knew that he was not an opponent.

"Senior brother, are you willing to believe me?"

The girl in her sight was elegant, and the smile was overwhelming, and Jian Yuan was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she was only light and fragrant, and she had already taken the stage.

Many people in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were also like Jian Yuan, and they couldn't help but feel a lot of worry in their hearts, and they didn't believe that Jiang Wanying could win at all.

"You're Jiang Wanying, right? The leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect at the same time as me. Yan Yi from Qingyun Sect looked her up and down and couldn't help but sneer, "Rare spirit roots are really a waste of you on you. ”

Yan Yi knew that Bai Tingting, who was at the same time as Jiang Wanying, had a ninth-order cultivation of foundation building, and she was just an ordinary water and fire twin spirit root.

If it was Bai Tingting, there might be a slight chance of winning, after all, her strength was similar, and Jiang Wanying's cultivation of the sixth order of foundation building was four levels behind her tenth order of foundation building.

How could He De be her opponent?

And defeating her is even more foolish.

Not only Yan Yi, basically everyone except Jiang Wanqing thinks like that, even Jiang Wanying herself is thinking about how to win this competition.

Jiang Wanying didn't even want to go on stage.

But there are some things that you don't want to think about, but whether you should or not.

Others almost pointed their noses and mocked, for themselves and for the glory of the sect, Jiang Wanying couldn't think of a reason for her to continue to be a turtle with a shrunken head.

And it's not like she's not without a chance of winning.

"Sister seems to be very proud?" Jiang Wanying didn't pay attention to her mockery, but pursed her lips slightly and smiled with an inexplicable meaning:

"Qingyun Sect was really not easy last time, my sister doesn't need to emphasize it too much at all, we all understand."

Qingyun Sect's victory over the Ten Thousand Sword Sect was indeed very rare, and Jiang Wanying knew that she couldn't be ironic, so she chose to target her sect.

And what she said was indeed true, but the faces of Yan Yi and the people of Qingyun Sect on the other side turned bad in an instant when they heard this, like the big bad wolf with his tail between them.

Facts are facts, but it was another thing for her to say it in such a tone.

How dare she in the face of a strong enemy and a worrying situation?

At this moment, the monk of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect secretly sweated for Jiang Wanying, and even many people who looked down on her faintly changed their opinion of her.

If nothing else, at least the courage is commendable.

I have to admit that the heroine still has charm.

Jiang Wanqing, who was staring at this scene lightly, was intertwined with the blood and darkness at the bottom of her eyes, and her lips were drawn by a faint arc.

It would be nice if I knew how to do that kind of silent sound transmission exercises.

At this moment, everyone is concerned about the outcome of the competition, and she only cares about the heroine's life, how to take it, and how to take it.

"You don't seem to understand your situation?"

"Sister doesn't want to admit the facts?"

Putting aside the facts, Yan Yi was indeed angry with Jiang Wanying, and with her disdainful snort, the fight kicked off in a not very pleasant atmosphere.

The ending of the battle was just like in the plot, which surprised everyone, and the Qingyun Sect monks, who had been bound to watch the battle, almost dropped their jaws in shock.

What kind of exercise was that Jiang Wanying released just now?

In such a dangerous situation, can you cross the fourth order and turn defeat into victory?

What kind of proud woman can do this?

At this moment, Jiang Wanying was really like the stars holding the moon, and was envied and worshipped by many people in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and even respectfully surrounded in the center.

And the monks of the Qingyun Sect had already begun to clamp their tails and behave, and they didn't dare to look at everything and shout arrogantly towards the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

But they shifted their focus to other sects.

There was still a period of time before the opening of the forbidden land of the mountain range, Jiang Wanqing quietly watched Yan Yu, who couldn't stand the ridicule and found that he had about the same chance of winning as the outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect after analyzing it.

It didn't take long for him to fall miserably, and Duanmu Xin, who had always been gentle and optimistic, actually ...... when he saw his bloody wounds

Crying?

As the demonic aura in the depths of her heart surged, Jiang Wanqing almost couldn't see her lips, and her eyes moved away from Duanmu Xin's tears, and she was about to make a move.

They have always taken care of themselves, how could Jiang Wanqing forget.

Even if there is a risk of being recognized by the heroine.

That, so what.

"Senior Sister Qing, don't go...... The people of the Qingyun Sect are outrageously strong.

Yan Yu of the same level is not an opponent......"

Finding that her emotional breakdown was serious, Duanmu Xin immediately wiped her tears with a handkerchief, even though her face showed extreme unwillingness, she still grabbed Jiang Wanqing's arm tightly and didn't let go.

She was moved by Senior Sister Qing's actions, but it was absolutely impossible for her to let Jiang Wanqing come to power and send her to death.

Jiang Wanqing's shallow smile bloomed in her eyes and shook her head lightly through reassurance, "Don't worry, senior sister, I have hole cards, don't worry about me." ”

Seeing that she still didn't let go of her disbelief, Jiang Wanqing sighed helplessly, her shallow eyes suddenly approached her, and she took out a handkerchief to help her gently wipe away the tears left on her cheeks.

Jiang Wanqing's move made Duanmu Xin a little unresponsive for a while, and when she came back to her senses, she had already broken free from her shackles, and there was an extra high-grade healing elixir in her hand.

Duanmu Xin was surprised at the same time, and only sighed lightly in the face of the inquiries of the disciples of the same sect on the side.

In her opinion, Jiang Wanqing would not have a chance of winning, the gap between Qi cultivation and foundation building was completely two worlds, not to mention that she was facing the Tianjiao of Qingyun Sect.

But she didn't know that Jiang Wanqing didn't intend to hide her strength when she saw Yan Yu's bloody wounds.

Even if her strength is still the ninth order of Qi training, she will come to the stage.

The sun was tilting, the cold wind was gradually rising, Jiang Wanqing came to the stage in the midst of everyone's unbelievable gaze, and murmured in her heart:

Man is a sword, I am a fish.