Seeing that it was her Sanskrit master who came, Ming Wuyan sat down.
Seeing that the headmaster came to watch in person, the others didn't dare to make a sound, and watched the competition field quietly.
The head of Fanyin glanced at the competition venue, and then his eyes fell on his little apprentice, "Xueyan girl, who do you think will win this competition?"
Seeing her master asking this question, Ming Wuyan said without thinking, "Senior Brother Fanhe must have won."
The head of Fanyin smiled, this girl is really straightforward, just like Junior Brother Tong back then, there is no reason to trust someone.
I remember, when I was participating in the qualifying competition before I became the leader, many people started betting that their opponents would win, but Junior Brother Tong didn't even think about it, he bought all his belongings and won...
Thinking of the past, the head of Fanyin sighed softly in his heart. Brother Tong is in this state now. Although he is not dead, it is still very painful. He can't save Junior Brother Tong, but he hopes that his talented little apprentice can save him.
Believe me, this girl thinks the same way in her heart!
However, while the sect leader was in a trance, Fanhe had already been wounded by Song Lin, obviously at a disadvantage.
Ming Wuyan felt distressed, if this wasn't a competition, she really wanted to step forward to help Senior Brother Fanhe.
"Girl, calm down. Since you believe in him, believe with all your heart. Two years ago, Fanhe was also defeated by Song Lin's Tuoyin assassination. After these two years, if he doesn't improve, his future will be worrying!"
The head of the Fanyin sect knew Fanhe well, because this kid was his and Junior Brother Tong's disciple, and Junior Brother Tong often said that in the future, the Sanskrit Medicine Sect would be handed over to Fanhe, so any training he arranged for Fanhe at the Fanyin Sect was also a top priority.
In fact, his strength is not just ranked eleventh, and keeping him in the eleventh place is actually a kind of protection.
Seeing that her Sanskrit master had said the same thing, Ming Wuyan took a deep breath and continued to watch.
When she found out that Song Linzhi used the assassination technique on Senior Brother Fanhe, and even used spiritual weapons to assist her, she became restless.
"Master, is it okay to use spiritual weapons to assist? Is this considered cheating?"
The head of Sanskrit Sanskrit said calmly: "I don't know if you didn't come to participate in the preliminary test. This year's Sanskrit Sect qualifying competition is allowed to use three spiritual weapons, even divine weapons, even evil weapons."
Ming Wuyan was shocked, she didn't expect that the requirements of qualifying would be so loose, as long as she wins, she can do whatever she wants.
The head of Fanyin knew what she was thinking, and said with a smile: "The qualifying competition seems to be a simple ranking, but in fact it is not. The qualifying competition is arranged according to the real hostile situation. Since it is an enemy, it will not politely ask you to stipulate what can be used and what cannot be used. It is also because of this that the people of the Fanyin sect are far better than other fairy sects in defending against the enemy."
Ming Wuyan understood a little bit, because the various competitions of the Sanskrit Sect were too real, perhaps many people in the Sanskrit Sect did not trust each other subconsciously.
No wonder Fan He had told herself long before she came to Fanmen, don't trust anyone in Fanmen.
At this time, the battle between Fanhe and Song Lin also entered a fierce state. Although Fanhe was injured, he recovered very quickly because he was a member of the Fanyao Sect. However, after the prolongation of the competition, Song Lin began to seem a little powerless. His assassination power was restrained by Fanhe everywhere, and soon he became defeated.