"What!" everyone was so surprised that she couldn't help staring. The asters stood up. She was wearing a long sleeved white skirt and her hands were gently crossed in front of her. Her dress belt was the wind and her beauty was beautiful. She was like the ethereal fairy in the Qingying palace who came to the world from heaven. As soon as she came on the stage, everyone couldn't help holding their breath.

When Shenxiu saw the asters, a burst of brilliance burst out in his eyes. He was stunned and exclaimed in his heart: how can this woman be so beautiful?

Although Shenxiu was arrogant, he was awed by the amazing beauty and temperament of Ziyuan. The arrogance on his face obviously converged a lot. He sneered at the people on the field and said, "there is no one in the Chinese cultivation world. How can you send a woman up?" then he turned his head to Ziyuan and said, "I don't beat women. Go down!"

Ziyuan smiled and didn't speak. She dropped her hands, and the sleeves of her two hands fell down. The length of her sleeves almost fell to her knees, like singing water sleeves. In the water sleeves of her two hands, a three finger wide purple gold ribbon fell from her sleeves.

Ziyuan didn't speak, and some practitioners in other sects couldn't help but stand up for her and said, "Hey, you don't know Taishan. Do you know who this is? This is the Ziyuan immortal, who is a great master in the Chinese cultivation world and called the first master of the young generation!"