Chapter Eighty-Five: The Patriarch's Granddaughter (Two)

  "I see that Yunfeng Shimei has a flying sword in her hand, I heard it's an upper-grade spiritual artifact."

  "Yes, Yunfeng Shimei has been cultivating for less than a hundred years and is already in the middle stage of Jindan, and as the granddaughter of the sect master, it's also understandable that she has a high-quality spiritual sword by her side."

  "Heh heh, it's more than that. Do you still remember that Yunfeng Shizhi also has a mid-grade spiritual armor?"

  "With the top-grade spiritual sword and mid-grade spiritual armor, although Yunfeng's strength is only at the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, she can still fight against a Yuan Ying initial-stage cultivator. This time, the top three in the competition will definitely include her."

  "Ling Shidi is really unlucky, he actually met Yunfeng Shijie in the second round. If not, with his strength, he should have stably advanced to the top eight."

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  Yi Feng's side was not far away, and several fellow disciples were chattering endlessly about the two people on stage.

  "Is it possible to reach the middle stage of Golden Elixir in less than a hundred years?" Yi Feng was shocked in his heart. Although his own progress could be described as **, after all, he had taken a shortcut, and the progress of Han Yan'er he met a few years ago was also astonishing, but she was born with a spiritual body, so what about Yunfeng?

  This girl, apart from looking like a rare flower that has just bloomed, has a delicate and clean appearance. However, she also gives off a weak and fragile impression that all women have. Standing on the stage, her face still carries an immature and innocent smile, and no matter how you look at it, she doesn't seem to be someone with great strength or power.

  Yi Feng's boundary was not as high as Yunfeng's, and he didn't dare to use his spiritual sense to probe it. He could only continue to pay attention to the comparison of their strengths, hoping to see something from it.

  When...

  As the melodious bell rings out, the second round of fighting officially begins. Everyone's gaze is suddenly cast towards the arena, and the surroundings fall silent.

  That Ling Shidi took two steps forward, clasped his fists and bowed: "Ling Hua, please spare Yunfeng Shijie's life."

  Yunfeng also understood etiquette, and after returning the gift, she humbly said: "Ling Shixiong should also give in to his little sister a bit."

  Young Master Ling smiled faintly, but in his heart he thought: Even if I have the strength to win this match, I still can't win. Once I provoke this little troublemaker's anger, even if I get first place in the competition, my future days will probably not be easy.

  Yi Feng didn't know that Yunfeng was notorious in the Cloud Floating Sect for being overbearing and arrogant, with her grandfather as the sect leader backing her up. Whoever she bullied would lose a layer of skin, let alone those who dared to bully her own disciples.

  "Since Brother Ling is letting me win, I won't hold back."

  Yunfeng finished speaking and didn't wait for Linghua's response. With a light wave of her slender hand, the high-quality spiritual sword slid out of its scabbard.

  Only a blue light was seen rushing straight into the sky, and then a clear sound was heard in the air. Suddenly, strands of mist fell down, and when looking at the ground on the platform, a layer of white frost was so eye-catching.

  A moment later, on the stage, within a ten-meter radius, a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface. The disciples standing nearby felt a chill in the air. But Yunfeng, who was slowly rising into the air, seemed unaffected by this and smiled brightly at Linghua.

  Ling Hua was also a participant in the martial arts tournament and often sparred with her fellow disciples, but she had never dared to provoke this little troublemaker and didn't know much about her skills.

  But seeing the astonishing power of the top-grade spiritual sword, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and hastily released his true yuan force to protect himself, while also rising up and sending out his own spiritual sword.

  In this battle, Ling Hua only sought to defend steadily and not to attack. He was afraid that his own attacks would be unable to withstand the counterattack of Yun Feng Shifu, and he would end up dying a futile death.

  The frosty mist flew into mid-air, her slender hand grasped the hilt of her own azure-glowing spirit sword, and with a swift motion, she slashed down a sword stroke.

  The color of the sword's blade was exactly the same as that of the Ling Sword, a deep blue, but wherever it passed, it left behind a very clear trail of water vapor.

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