"No!"
Ning Xinqing screamed loudly.
She actually lost just like that!
The Nine-Turn Revolutions Shenxuan Pill slipped away from her grasp, leaving her feeling extremely frustrated.
"Hmph, losing is losing, why are you shouting? Hurry back now!" Xia Yao, the State Preceptor, rolled her eyes and scolded.
"Yes." Ning Xinqing quickly sheathed her sword, glanced at Mo Ying, and retreated to Xia Yao's side.
"Second match, Yan Yu, it's your turn."
Xia Yao announced.
"Yes." A handsome young man stepped forward, carrying three longswords on his back. His eyes were long and narrow, giving off a cold aura.
"I'll take this match!"
Huo Yunjie stepped out.
Seeing Yan Yu's three swords, he immediately became interested and decided to make a move.
"Huo Yunjie, I know you!"
Yan Yu formed a hand seal with one hand and held a sword with the other. The other two swords unsheathed automatically, hovering in the air, releasing a sharp aura.
"Since you know me, go ahead and draw your sword!"
