Although Ye Qingling's body has been controlled by the Xuanyin Sword, his consciousness is still there.
At this time, seeing Ye Fengyu's eyes were cold, looking recklessly head-on, a sense of fear suddenly rose in his heart.
The weak and cowardly eighth brother who has always been looked down upon has such a strong aura
That woman in Ye Qingluo... What kind of magical power does she have.
Not only can you change yourself, but you can also change the people around you!
Thinking of Ye Qingluo, the raging jealousy in Ye Qingling's heart burned up.
"I wanted to save your life! Well, the game is over!"
In Ye Qingling's eyes, mysterious yin energy surged wantonly.
In an instant, countless cold airs bloomed from her whole body.
The long sword facing Ye Fengyu began to tremble.
"Not good! She and that evil sword merged into one!" Old Man Cang's eager voice came.
Two in one
Ye Qingluo's face turned pale.
Does Ye Qingling hate her so much
Even at the cost of sacrificing himself, Ye Fengyu was going to be put to death
Merging with the evil sword controlling oneself is to completely dedicate one's soul and sink into the evil sword.
If you are lucky, you can still withdraw your consciousness from the evil sword.
If you are unlucky...
That would be devoured by the evil sword and completely become the food of the evil sword!
"Girl, if you want to save your brother's life, leave here immediately and find a fair master to admit defeat for him!" Old Man Cang quickly gave a solution.
throw in the towel
Ye Fengyu has survived until now because of this opportunity to be admitted to the hospital.
He... won't agree to throw in the towel...
"Don't think about it anymore, that kid still has a chance to be admitted to the hospital. He will still have a chance when he goes to the Xuan Academy to recruit new students next time!" Old Man Cang's voice became more and more impatient, "Saving his life is more important than anything else. It's all important!"
Life is gone, this competition is still a loss.
To save his life, Ye Fengyu still has to fight for the days to come.
The old man Cang would not say these words for no reason.
Ye Qingluo looked deeply at the ring, Ye Fengyu was still stubborn and refused to let go, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes.
Gathering the consciousness, the person has returned to the audience area.
Seeing Ye Qingluo move, Zi Ling grabbed her arm anxiously: "Miss, Eighth Young Master... Eighth Young Master, he..."
Before he could finish speaking, a bag of upper black stones was stuffed into his hands.
Ye Qingluo's figure quickly moved around the audience area, with strange steps, and after a few twists and turns, he was already behind the chief judge's stage.
Behind the presiding judge's desk, several tables were placed.
A few seniors in white robes sat there lazily.
Ye Qingluo noticed that the medals inlaid on their robes were different.
It is bar-shaped and of different colors.
It should represent their status in Shangxuan Academy.
Ye Qingluo's eyes quickly searched, and finally settled on an old man.
The old man was lying on the table to sleep, with two big characters written in flying and phoenix dances on the side - justice.
Ye Qingluo couldn't see his badge, presumably this should be Mrs. Justice.
Ye Qingluo walked over.
The few masters who were still chatting with each other stopped their voices at this moment, and all of them stared wide-eyed, looking at Ye Qingluo in surprise.
"That's not the old man Yougui, that girl actually... actually walked towards the old man Yougui!"
"Little girl, don't you want to die! She is not afraid of death and disturbs old man Yougui's sleep!"
"Will it kill someone?"
"It will affect the style of Shangxuan Academy!"
A group of people were talking over there.
At this time, Ye Qingluo didn't think deeply about who the old man Yougui was.
She stepped forward quickly, and slammed it on the table with a "slap", "Justice Master, I admit defeat for my brother!"