"In the class confrontation competition, even using the Sky Silk Staff, they couldn't beat me... a fourth-grade Earth Profound practitioner who only uses the Flame Devouring Fan."
Ye Qingluo tilted her head, and her smile became colder and colder: "Zi Qianqian, you are really embarrassing."
"You...! Cough, cough, cough..." Zi Qianqian stood up furiously, pointing at Ye Qingluo, who was about to fight back.
With this pulling, she couldn't make such a drastic move because of the severe pain in her body.
Ye Qingluo smiled, and the smile became more and more joyful: "Why? Dissatisfied? Dissatisfied... You hold it back for me too!"
Immediately, she looked at Yun: "Elder Yun, please announce the result of the competition."
Yun Yun, who was completely stunned by the sudden change in the arena, only reacted after Ye Qingluo's reminder.
He coughed dryly: "This year's class confrontation competition has come to a successful conclusion. Ye Qingluo, a student from the Devil's class, challenged Zi Qianqian, the leader of the God's class, who fell out of the ring and was eliminated! The student from the Devil's class won Final victory!"
"No... no..." Zi Qianqian trembled and stretched out her arms towards the cloud.
However, her stop had no effect.
She could only watch helplessly as the vice president of the general hospital handed over the medal representing the final leader to Ye Qingluo.
Zi Qianqian could even clearly see...
The moment Ye Qingluo received the medal, she cast her gaze.
ridicule, ridicule.
And... full of sarcasm.
The anger in Zi Qianqian's chest grew stronger and stronger.
Forcibly forced out a mouthful of blood.
Nangonglin yelled in panic, and the doctor sitting in the medical hall immediately carried Zi Qianqian down.
After a while, under the ring, tranquility was restored.
The onlookers watched the night clear.
She... just let Zi Qianqian leave
Could it be that it doesn't matter if the Flame Devouring Fan is broken
Why is she still laughing
Ye Fengyu also had the same idea at this time.
How important is the Flame Devouring Fan to Ye Qingluo
Ye Fengyu knows this best.
Now, the Flame Devouring Fan was actually broken.
But the elder sister let Zi Qianqian leave.
Just when everyone was extremely puzzled and couldn't see through Ye Qingluo's thoughts...
Just when the vice president of the general hospital was talking loudly and boasting about Ye Qingluo's existence in the sky and nothing in the underground...
Ye Qingluo squatted down without saying a word, and picked up a broken flame-eating fan.
Just now, it was broken by the attack of Tian Ling Staff, and the Flame Devouring Fan was broken into two pieces.
One was at the foot, and the other was swept away by the air wave.
Due to the competition just now, the entire arena was covered with gravel and stones.
Looking around, there was no trace of the Flame Devouring Fan at all.
After the Flame Devouring Fan was broken, all the aura on it disappeared at that moment, and the connection with Ye Qingluo was also broken.
Ye Qingluo directly broke apart the stones with his bare hands, and found another piece of the Flame Devouring Fan.
The vice president of the General Hospital did not get angry because of Ye Qingluo's rudeness, but looked at the girl squatting at her feet appreciatively, rummaging for stones.
He didn't stop it, and he didn't let others come up to help.
He just announced the end of the game lightly, and returned to his seat.
The game is completely over, and the onlookers should leave.
Unfortunately, no one moved their footsteps.
They all looked at the girl who was rummaging around in the arena.
Those thin white hands were as white as gelatin, and the delicate ones seemed to turn red when pinched.
But she kept turning the stones of the brander.
The sharp stone pierced her hand, blood flowed out, and she ignored it.
Everyone knew what she was looking for—
her own weapon.
Her Flame Devouring Fan.