"Liu Xinghe's previous game was too much to consume. I chose to abstain from this game. Murong Ningyue, you have advanced. Come out quickly and prepare for the next round!"

Murong Ningyue was stunned when she heard this. Could she be lucky? Is it okay to win without fighting?

In fact, Murong Ningyue didn't know that this situation was not just happening to her, but someone also abstained from the other fields.

After all, the intensity of the competition was far beyond Murong Ningyue's imagination. These disciples were all holding their breath. Although this sect competition was only a small test, it was related to the ascension competition a year later.

Of course, Murong Ningyue doesn't know about these things yet, but since she can advance, Murong Ningyue will certainly not miss the opportunity to come to her door.

When the competitions at other venues ended, another group of people lost their combat effectiveness and gave up the next round of the game. Murong Ningyue looked at the remaining disciples and probably the last two rounds were about to end.

This time, there were also slight beads of sweat on Yuan Xiaotian's face. It seemed that he was not easy to win the battle just now. However, as the number one disciple of the Tibetan Sword Sect, Yuan Xiaotian was already the best one.

The others were more or less tired, and Murong Ningyue suddenly felt hope in her heart. Maybe she, a third-grade immortal, could really win the last first place.

When Murong Ningyue was drawing lots, she fantasized that it would be better for her opponent to abstain from the right time this time, which would be perfect.

Unfortunately, good luck cannot always be there. This time Murong Ningyue’s opponent is a real fifth-grade immortal Qian Youbing.

Qian Youbing is a relatively low-level immortal among the fifth-grade immortals, and it is already quite good to get to this point.

Qian Youbing was originally very nervous, worried that he would meet the sixth-grade immortals, but when he found out that the opponent in front of him was actually only a third-grade immortal, he was immediately happy.

But Qian Youbing still said politely on the surface: "Junior Sister Murong has long admired her reputation, so please give me some advice!"

Murong Ningyue looked at Qian Youbing's trembling mouth and said to the point: "Are you very happy to see that the opponent is me? Do you think it's almost certain to advance? If you want to laugh, just laugh, be careful to cause internal injuries!"

Qian Youbing never expected Murong Ningyue to be so straightforward, and he didn't know how to answer Murong Ningyue for a while.

After a while, he smiled embarrassedly: "Junior Sister Murong was joking. I have absolutely no disrespect. Please don't mind Junior Sister Murong!"

Murong Ningyue curled her lips: "Although you are a bit hypocritical, you are still polite. I will show mercy later! Don't worry."

Murong Ningyue said this in order to strengthen her confidence, and on the other hand, it is also to attack Qian Youbing's confidence in winning.

The most important thing is that seeing Qian Youbing's appearance as if he was a soft persimmon made Murong Ningyue very upset. What a proud person Murong Ningyue is, how could he tolerate this kind of contempt?

The game began soon. In order to show his strength, Murong Ningyue directly launched an offensive against Qian Youbing. Although Qian Youbing thought Murong Ningyue was not his opponent, he did not dare to be too careless, and also took off the flying sword and responded carefully.

"clang!"
Chapter completed!