Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 86 I... I admit defeat
Those two disciples wearing sky blue clothes flew onto the competition arena, but one was tall and thin with an arched back, while the other was short and fat with a straight waist.

Yin Ziqi only glanced at it, then turned her head to look elsewhere, and stopped looking at the situation on the stage.

Ning Zhao was a little puzzled, but didn't ask any questions.

Yin Ziqi endured and endured, but still didn't hold back, spit out a long paragraph like pouring beans: "Senior Sister Ning, do you know who they are? The tall and thin one is called Chen Jia, and the short and fat one is called Ding Yi. They are the most unmotivated disciples in Fumanlou, even less motivated than me!"

"It's just that Ding Yi is quicker than Chen Jia and can play tricks, so Chen Jia always ranks behind Ding Yi."

"They are now in the early stage of foundation establishment!"

Ning Zhao nodded in response to Yin Ziqi. Yin Ziqi opened his mouth to say something else, but suddenly realized that this was a scandal in his sect.As the saying goes, family ugliness should not be exposed, and these trivial things are meaningless, so she quickly covered her mouth.

The contest between Chen Jia and Ding Yi ended soon.

The result was as expected, Ding Yi won.

It turned out that when Chen Jia saw Ding Yi just now, he just kept dodging like a mouse seeing a cat, and refused to make a move no matter what.

Ding Yi didn't want to be polite to him, he forced Chen Jia to the edge of the competition stage in two or three strokes.

Chen Jia waved his arms twice, and fell off the competition ring by himself, naturally Ding Yi won.

There were no acquaintances in the next three matches, so Ning Zhao yawned and was about to close his eyes and rest for a while.

The corner of the clothes was pulled twice.

She turned her head slightly and saw that it was Chu Yu.

He lowered his eyes, staring at her with a pair of clear and dark eyes, and asked with concern: "Is Senior Sister sleepy?"

"If not... Sister, lean against me and squint for a while."

Ning Zhao swallowed and shook his head silently.

This is not good, my pup.

In broad daylight, the world is bright and clear, how decent is it to cuddle up in front of the five masters and many disciples?
Chu Yu didn't say anything more, just nodded to show that he understood, and his eyes returned to the competition arena.

Ning Zhao didn't notice that his expression was a little sad.

"Invite the two little friends who got the No. [-] wooden lottery to go to the competition stage to fight."

Venerable Fu Xi's voice sounded again, and when she saw Yin Ziqi waving her hand, her tone softened all of a sudden.

Yin Ziqi jumped up and down on the competition stage, cupped his hands to He Xu, who was constantly sweating on his forehead, and said with a smile, "Yin Ziqi, disciple of Fu Manlou, please enlighten me."

He Xu hurriedly cupped his hands, and said with a bitter expression: "He Xu, disciple of Wanhua Valley, please enlighten me."

Yin Ziqi became interested, and just as she took out the talisman paper to pat it on, she saw He Xu took out a small emerald green porcelain bottle.

Could it be that He Xu is planning to spread poison powder?

She raised her spirits a bit, her thoughts surged in her heart, and she gathered her spiritual energy and raised her hand to lay down a defensive formation.

But he saw that He Xu poured the medicine powder from the small porcelain bottle into his mouth without delay.

Then he took out another bottle of powder and poured it into his mouth.

Another bottle...

Ning Zhao standing under the competition stage: ...

If she was not mistaken, that He Xu had taken five or six bottles of medicinal powder in a row. Looking at the small porcelain bottle, he knew it was not a cheap thing.

No, buddy, are you purely taking drugs? Wanhua Valley is so rich? The cost of a fight is so high?
Ning, tattered, pitiful, and Zhao silently glanced at his white clothes that had been washed white.

Xiaowogua: There are too many dramas, hey!Shouldn't white clothes be white?

Yin Ziqi stood on the competition stage, quietly waiting for He Xu to finish swallowing the powder, and she even kindly reminded: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

He Xu reluctantly swallowed the medicine powder in his mouth, took a deep breath, mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body to gather in his hand, and then stretched out his hand to fly towards Yin Ziqi.

Yin Ziqi only saw that He Xu's face was flushed red, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he fell straight to the ground.

He raised his face and hands and feet and got up on the ground.

Ning Zhao only saw that He Xu's face was originally clean, but now his face was covered with blood, and he looked seriously injured.

"He... He Xu!" Seeing He Xu's appearance, Wang Shou couldn't help pointing at his face and screaming.

He Xu stretched out his hand to touch his face, saw the bright red on his hand, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

He is dizzy!
Seeing He Xu's actions, Feng Xiaodie, the owner of Wanhua Valley, frowned speechlessly.

He waved his hand to signal the two disciples to carry away He Xu who had fainted on the competition stage, and then said loudly, "In this competition, disciple Yin Ziqi of Fu Manlou wins."

Yin Ziqi walked down the competition stage in a daze.

Was the second match so sloppy?Or are all the disciples of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley such idiots?

She quickly ran to Ning Zhao's side, raised a happy little face, "Senior Sister Ning, I've advanced~"

"I thought how powerful the people in Ten Thousand Flowers Valley are!"

When Ji Ruxue heard this, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and said grumblingly, "Junior Sister Yin, don't generalize."

"The Valley of Thousand Flowers isn't all trash!"

Yin Ziqi just snorted softly and ignored Ji Ruxue.

She doesn't want to talk to people who have no taste!

Ji Ruxue didn't seem to see Yin Ziqi's face, and said again: "Junior Sister Yin, why don't you speak? Could it be that what I said was wrong?"

"Which sect has no waste in it?"

"We have it in Wanhua Valley, you have it in Fumanlou, and of course, you also have it in Xuanji Pavilion and Fanyin Temple."

His eyes flashed, he looked at Chu Yu, and said softly: "Oh, yes, the Spirit Sword Sect naturally also has them."

Ning Zhao: ...

Yin Ziqi: ...

Disciples from other major sects present: ...

Ji Ruxue really has mastered the charm of a language.

Xiaowogua: No matter how one sentence offends everyone present.

Naturally, Feng Xiaodie also noticed the abnormal atmosphere here, he took two deep breaths, gathered the spiritual power in his hands, and trapped Ji Ruxue in a magic circle.

Feng Xiaodie had a hunch that if Ji Ruxue was allowed to talk nonsense again, they might not be able to walk out of Qingya Mountain from Wanhua Valley, and the spittle stars of the other four sects could drown them!
"The two little friends who got the No. [-] wooden lottery, please go to the martial arts arena to fight." Venerable Fu Xi ignored the strange atmosphere in the square, she waved her hand and performed a dust removal formula on the martial arts arena, and the blood on the martial arts arena disappeared instantly gone.

Ning Zhao nodded to Chu Yu, and flew onto the competition stage.

Trembling, Wang Shou walked up to the martial arts arena, and stood opposite Ning Zhao, his fat face was wrinkled together, and he looked hideous.

Ning Zhao arched his hands and said softly, "Ning Zhao, Xiaozhufeng of the Spirit Sword Sect, please enlighten me."

Wang Shou also cupped his hands, as if he had finally made up his mind, and said, "Wang Shou, disciple of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, please... no, I, I admit defeat!"

Feng Xiaodie's voice came faintly from above the high platform, "Wang Shou, are you sure you want to admit defeat?"

Wang Shou lowered his head and didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at Feng Xiaodie. He silently nodded his head twice, "Disciple...disciple is incompetent, dare not... dare not compete with Senior Sister Ning..."

Feng Xiaodie stopped talking.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Ning Zhao suspected that Feng Xiaodie didn't want to talk, and when he opened his mouth, it might be dirty.

"In this competition, Ning Zhao, a disciple of the Xiaozhu Peak of the Spirit Sword Sect, won."

Why is this sect competition the same as playing games!

(End of this chapter)