Although Ye Qingyun has grown a lot, she is still a child after all.

After visiting the medicine garden, Ye Qingyun seemed to be still feeling unsatisfied. He blinked his eyes and said to Murong Ningyue: "Sister-in-law, where are we going next? I feel that my body is a little unsatisfied. Why don't we go to find someone to fight?"

Murong Ningyue slapped Ye Qingyun's little head and said, "How old are you, you are still in a bad state. If you want to find someone to fight, just say it. I'll accompany you!"

Murong Ningyue was originally a militant, but because of his higher and higher cultivation, he was only restrained because he couldn't find an opponent worth fighting. Now he saw that Ye Qingyun wanted to fight, and Murong Ningyue directly brought Ye Qingyun to the martial arts field.

The martial arts field of the Southern Hawks is a place where disciples compete. Only fighting here is not a violation of the rules. Both sides of the duel can even fight with all their strength after making a life-and-death proof. Even if the other party is beaten to death, they will not have to bear the responsibility.

When Murong Ningyue and Ye Qingyun came to the martial arts field, there were already many people in the martial arts field competing and fighting there, and there were figures on the rings punching and kicking each other. Ye Qingyun saw this scene and suddenly burst out with a brilliant light. The fighting spirit of this little witch was completely aroused.

Of course, the people in the martial arts arena also noticed Murong Ningyue and Ye Qingyun, but because the head of the sect had an order, they didn't dare to go forward. When Murong Ningyue and Ye Qingyun got closer, they just bowed respectfully and did not dare to speak much.

The competitions in the martial arts arena were negotiated voluntarily. Ye Qingyun walked into the venue and shouted: "Is anyone coming to fight with me? I am now itchy and want to fight!"

Ye Qingyun's voice was crisp and loud, and instantly resounded throughout the martial arts venue. Everyone turned their heads and looked at Ye Qingyun. Even the person who was fighting temporarily stopped and looked at Ye Qingyun. After stagnating for a few seconds, everyone continued to do what they were doing just now, and no one paid attention to Ye Qingyun at all.

Some of them know Ye Qingyun and know that Ye Qingyun has many strange methods, which is simply unpredictable. There are also some who do not know Ye Qingyun's methods, but they know the orders of the head. Even the head is treated with great respect, how could they fight Ye Qingyun?

Seeing that these people ignored her at all, Ye Qingyun was so angry that she pleaded. She had thought of asking someone to fight, but these people are now afraid of themselves just like mice and cats. Even if they take the initiative to fight with others, the other party will definitely be timid, and it would be meaningless to fight like that!

Ye Qingyun's eyes turned and suddenly thought of an idea, he looked up and shouted to everyone again: "Now I have a royal elixir here. As long as someone can defeat me, this elixir belongs to the winner!"

After saying that, Ye Qingyun really raised a king-grade elixir in his hand. Now the disciples in the martial arts are unable to calm down. Even in the Southern Hawks, only the elder-level and inner elites have the chance to get the king-grade elixir. They may not be able to see them, but now there is a chance to get the king-grade elixir, so how can they not be moved?

"You're saying it true? As long as you win, you can get this king-grade pill?"
Chapter completed!