There are still many disciples on the field.
Some of them were affected and suffered minor injuries, and some were fellow disciples who were injured and had just been carried away. If Feng Wanqing had not dodged over, they would not have been affected.
So everyone looked at Feng Wanqing with a bit of contempt and suspicion. Is this really the famous Saint Wanqing
Instead of competing fairly, he used others as human shields at critical moments. Such people are the most hated in the entire cultivation world.
Because if she were your teammate, when she encountered danger, she would most likely push you out, and in the end you wouldn't even know how you died.
"I-I didn't!"
Feng Wanqing explained in panic that it was her instinct at that moment. Of course she had to run away when she encountered danger. Otherwise, would she just stand there and wait to die
She didn't think she had done anything wrong. This was human nature. She didn't believe there were people in this world who would rather die than hurt others.
She has high talent and high cultivation, so it is an honor for someone with low talent and low cultivation to die in her place.
But she had to maintain her good image, so she deliberately showed a look of regret and squeezed out tears.
"I'm sorry, I was just too panicked just now. I didn't mean to hide behind anyone."
"Senior Sister Wanqing is not that kind of person, please don't misunderstand me!"
"Yes! When we were out training, Senior Sister Wanqing risked her life to save us!"
Students from Hanhai College immediately spoke up for her.
After hearing these words, people gradually believed that she did not do it on purpose, but was frightened by Han Yue's swordsmanship.
Feng Siyue sneered, "So this is the ability of the number one genius girl in Hanhai College to adapt to changes. It's really disappointing. It seems that the so-called number one college is just a false reputation."
"Don't be so rude, young man! Do you think you can discredit our school?"
At this time, an elder of Hanhai College who had lost his patience finally stood up and shouted sternly.
Before, it was just the students and juniors who were clamoring, but now even the elders are starting to get agitated.
Feng Siyue curled the corners of his lips nonchalantly and said, "Why, now Hanhai Academy doesn't even allow people to tell the truth? All the disciples of your Hanhai Academy have been eliminated, and only this coward is left. Isn't this just a false reputation?"
Coward!
She actually called herself a coward!
Feng Wanqing's teeth were almost broken by her biting, but she didn't dare to refute, for fear that Han Yue would challenge her to a duel.
If we still lose, it would be such a disgrace to my grandma!
"Humph! I want to see how long you can be so arrogant. Just because you have a little bit of strength, you are so proud that you don't take anyone seriously. People like you, sooner or later someone will break your pride and let you know what humility is!"
The elder from Hanhai College said in a cold voice.
Feng Siyue smiled and said, "I really don't know how to write the word humble. I have the ability to be arrogant, why should I be humble? Okay, the game is not over yet. If I continue to waste my breath with people like you, I will not be able to catch up with the meal my son made."
As she spoke, she no longer even looked at the elder who was speaking, and her eyes swept across the entire audience.
"Is there anyone who wants to challenge me in a one-on-one duel? If not, I won't fight. You guys continue."
No one said anything, so she pulled out a chair from nowhere and sat down, then took out an umbrella and held it over her head to block out the sun.
Others came here to compete, but she seemed to be here for vacation.
The audience felt that she was too arrogant, but it was undeniable that her nonchalant look did make her look pretentious.
Imagine yourself sitting there like her, being the center of attention. Why would you feel so inexplicably comfortable
It was just that the group of people who had placed bets just now wanted to strangle Feng Siyue to death for a moment. Why should she win? Why did she let them lose so much money
Lu Chen, who was standing by, was laughing so hard that his face almost broke. He said, "Wow, Xuan Shang, we haven't won so much money in a long time!"
Di Xuanshang rolled his eyes at him, then looked towards Feng Siyue on the stage.
Feng Siyue looked calm and composed, drinking tea slowly and watching the competition in full swing.
To her surprise, there were actually two young disciples in this competition whose cultivation level was at the seventh level of the Martial King Realm, one level higher than Feng Wanqing's, and they both came from the same small sect called the Hundred Flowers Sword Sect.
The two men seemed to be brothers, with delicate skin and tender flesh, very handsome and pleasing to the eye.
She even felt that their martial arts techniques looked familiar, as if they were the techniques used by her second master!
Could it be…
Are they the two surviving disciples of Wujian Tower
Second Master’s Wujianlou is the number one killer organization in the Abyss Continent. It does not belong to a sect, but like a sect, it has trained countless outstanding young killers.
During the heyday of Wujian Tower, people would turn pale with fear and kneel down to beg for mercy at the sight of the datura flower.
It’s a pity that the existence of Wujian Tower offended too many powerful forces, and it was destroyed after only twenty years of existence. The second master was surrounded and killed miserably, and his body was cut into pieces.
His disciples died in even more tragic ways and suffered inhumane revenge.
But that was more than a decade ago.
Feng Siyue narrowed her eyes slightly. More than ten years ago, the two of them should have been only a few years old, so it was not impossible for them to escape from the pursuit.
However, since she could recognize the two people's skills, the others present could probably recognize them as well.
As soon as she came to this thought, several elders from major sects gathered in the audience, pointing at the two people on the stage and whispering, their eyes cold and murderous.
Soon, the game on the field was over.
Another half of the disciples will be able to advance to the next competition.
The old man who presided over the game announced the end of the game and everyone could advance to the next round.
"Wait! Ning Sui of the Baihua Sword Sect would rather these two disciples are the remnants of Wujian Tower and cannot let them continue the competition! Not only that, I suggest abolishing their cultivation to prevent them from causing trouble to the cultivation world!"
At this time, the elder of the Five Poison Sect below spoke loudly.
All the disciples of their sect had been eliminated by Feng Siyue before, and it was just right that these two people came down to replace the two disciples of the Five Poison Sect.
"What! The remnants of Wujian Tower!"
People exclaimed in surprise, unable to believe that there were still remnants of Wujian Tower alive and participating in the sect competition!
"Destroy them!"
"Just kill them to prevent future troubles!"
"That's right! Wujianlou has committed many evil things, and no remnant of them can survive in this world!"
"I didn't expect that a small sect like the Baihua Sword Sect would actually take in the remnants of the Wujian Tower. There must be something wrong with this sect!"
As a result, the head elder of the Baihua Sword Sect and several weak disciples were surrounded by people in a menacing manner.
"Stop! This is none of the Sect Master's business. We forced ourselves to join the Hundred Flowers Sword Sect. If you have any problems, come to us!"
On the field, a disciple named Ning Sui spoke loudly.
"So, you are really the remnants of Wujianlou?"