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Jin Rong, who was standing at the side, covered his mouth and laughed. "Haha, I was just wondering how lucky you were to have run into him. Alright, you've already been relegated!"

Yan Qingyang furrowed his brow as she swept a glance over the crowd. A tall male disciple was looking at her from stage number 53.

The male cultivator was tall and sturdy with tanned skin and a pair of bell-like eyes. His eyes revealed an ominous glint, and he was abnormally vicious. His entire body was filled with a baleful aura and there was no one within a few feet of him.

He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, looking disdainfully at Yan Qingyang.

"Perfect Qi Disciple level 6!" Yan Qingyang could tell his cultivation level with a single glance.

Could it be that he is Li Sha?

"Qingyang, Qingyang, why did you switch people?" At this moment, Liao Wansha squeezed over and said worriedly.

"Yes, it's someone else called Li Sha, right?" Yan Qingyang's chin pointed in the direction of the tall and big male cultivator as he slightly creased his brow.

"Right, oh my god, how could this be? Can it be replaced midway? Qingyang, listen to me. Quickly give up! This Li Sha is very powerful! " Liao Wansha said anxiously.

"He's fierce, isn't he?" Yan Qingyang creased his brow lightly, recalling the discussions he had heard yesterday.

"Not just fierce!" Liao Wansha sighed and said, "He doesn't care about his life when he fights. Besides, he has claws made from some unknown material, and they are very sharp. With just a slight touch, they would leave a cut. He is extremely brutal. Every time he fights, it's like he's taking a life!"

"En!" Yan Qingyang frowned as he took out a Flowing Yuan Red Cloud Robe and draped it over his body.

"Your clothes are so beautiful!" Liao Wansha's eyes lit up as she stared at the Flowing Yuan Red Dress.

Yan Qingyang was currently wearing a red robe. This was a muslin dress that was white above the waist and gradually turned red below the waist. At the bottom, it had already turned a bright red and there were red irises embroidered on the sleeves.

As she raised her hand, she appeared to be floating like an immortal. She was indeed very beautiful.

Yan Qingyang took out his incense belt and tied it around his waist.

Liao Wangsha praised and suddenly opened her eyes wide. "Qingyang, are you going to fight? Please don't! It doesn't use any magical equipment. Quickly, quickly give up! "

Yan Qingyang shook his head. How could she give up? If she did, then she wouldn't be able to go to the Miasma Continent. With her different Red-Clouds Dress and her past combat experience, she might even be able to put up a fight.

The arrow was already on the bow, and she had no choice but to fire it. She had no way out!

"Qingyang, don't go up!" Liao Wangsha stomped her feet in anxiety.

At this moment, Li Sha flew up onto the stage and the referee called out, "Yan Qingyang, get on the stage quickly. If you're outdated, you'll be deemed as giving up!"

It was only now that she understood the seriousness of the situation. She quickly stopped Yan Qingyang and said, "Qingyang, don't go up. No!"

The surrounding cultivators also tried to dissuade her, saying, "Little girl, your cultivation level won't reach the top ten no matter what. Stop fighting, that Li Sha will definitely take your life!"

"Right, right, you mustn't fight!" The little disciple from yesterday refused to listen to her advice and was now crippled. If he wanted to recuperate and cultivate again, it would take at least ten years! "Please don't go up, it's not worth it!"

Yan Qingyang pushed his hand away and flew up to the dueling platform. He raised his hand and said, "Senior Disciple Li, please advise me!"

Li Sha narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth. He took out a pair of black gloves from his waist and slowly wore them on his hands. When he wore the gloves, his hands immediately turned into claws, looking like a ferocious beast.

Li Sha rubbed the claws on his hands, revealing a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.

"Alright, let's begin!" Before the referee's order had been given, Li Sha had already pounced forward like a ferocious beast before Yan Qingyang could make his move. His left hand suddenly extended towards Yan Qingyang's throat.

The five fingers on his left hand were incomparably sharp. At this moment, they were as fast as lightning, and every one of his fingers flashed with a golden light.

This Fierce Demon Spirit Root has a metal element.

Yan Qingyang slipped away, a light breeze blowing. Li Sha's hand slid across her face, only an inch away. With a sway of his body, a lock of Yan Qingyang's hair was sliced off by Li Sha's claw wind.

A long lock of black hair fell onto the stage.

There was a hiss from below the stage.

"This little girl is finished!" But in the first exchange, defeat has been revealed! " Someone said in a regretful tone.

"She's only at Qi Disciple level 5, is there a need for you to tell her? He had definitely lost! "It's another delicate female cultivator …"

"Sigh, what a pity, I'm definitely going to die!" That Li Sha is not someone who can show mercy to the fairer sex! "

"Hurry up and admit defeat now. Do you still want to fight?" It's really a newborn calf that isn't afraid of a tiger! "

With this, a few cultivators below the stage began to shout, "Little girl, admit defeat!"

Yan Qingyang couldn't hear any of this as she was completely focused on her battle with Li Sha. That Li Sha was too ferocious to fight head-on. It was a good thing she had the Flowing Yuan Red Dress and was slightly stronger in defense.

Li Sha's two iron claws gleamed with a cold light as they danced in the wind. His speed was extremely fast, not far from Yan Qingyang. Yan Qingyang used the Flowerstroke Willow movement technique and dodged left and right, continuously attacking Li Sha with the Light Sword in between his movements.

In just a moment, Yan Qingyang was unable to hold on. Li Sha's attacks were too fierce!

Her feet slowed down a bit and with a 'whoosh' sound, Li Sha's iron claw swiped across her arm, leaving a long and deep cut on her arm. It was so deep that the skin and flesh turned, and blood immediately flowed out.

Fresh blood dripped onto the ground.

She tightly gripped the spirit fruit in her hand and closed her eyes.

The cultivators below the stage all sighed, and the few people who shouted earlier quickly said:

"Little girl, quickly admit defeat! Fast! "Faster!"

"Ai, why are you so stubborn! Even cultivators at Qi Disciple level 7 did not dare to fight with Li Sha! "She's only at Qi Disciple level 5, what's the point of trying to be brave!"

"Li Sha, let her down. She's just a little girl!"

She also shouted, "Qingyang, get down here! Admit defeat! "

"Wuwuwu." She was so anxious that she began to cry.

Li Sha's eyes were filled with killing intent, but his men's movements didn't slow down. Instead, they sped up, and his attacks became even fiercer.

Yan Qingyang's steps were shaky as he struggled to use the Flowerbrush movement technique. Now, he didn't even have time to attack, and could only passively evade Li Sha's attacks.

Fresh blood gushed out from her arm and dripped onto the stage as she moved. There were spots on the ground where her blood was.

As Yan Qingyang drifted about, the dress's hem brushed past the blood that she dripped on the ground, dyeing it even more brightly.

"Why is the Flowing Yuan Red Dress not showing its defensive capabilities?" Yan Qingyang was shocked on the inside as he dodged.

Li Sha's iron claw once again swiped along her sleeve. The claws were black, but they were suffused with a bit of green light. With a 'la la' sound, it only cut her sleeve, slicing her sleeve in half.

Green light? Yan Qingyang watched with rapt attention as he suddenly had an epiphany in his heart.

She turned her head and saw Luo Xing sitting leisurely in the stands. He took off the coral bracelet and gently caressed the red coral with his delicate fingers. He smiled complacently at Yan Qingyang.

Myriad Treasures Pavilion's marketplace, Lu Yan, Luo Xing, Li Sha, Iron Claw, Qingming … Yan Qingyang suddenly understood something!