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CHAPTER 98 Victory without a fight

"Speak, what happened?" Leng Fei's face was cold.

Peeves shrank back into the bed, "Master, that day Peeves saw you fighting with that man, so I just took a look around. Who knew that after a few steps, someone would use a spell to take me away, and then I would reach that place. And then you would come."

Leng Feishuang still had a cold expression on his face. Although this was a close call, it was still a good thing that he had destroyed Leng Ning and her master. He then asked, "Then why are you talking about it?"

Peeves frowned, "About this, I don't know either. Maybe I was too anxious and could speak. I thought I would have to wait for a while before I could speak."

It seemed like Pigu Feng still had a lot of skills that he had yet to unearth. It seemed like she would have to stimulate him in the future, Leng Feishuang thought.

He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Reaching out his hand to rub the skin, he said, "Alright, I'll go play by myself. I have to train for the final match tomorrow."

Peeves jumped off the bed, thinking, I don't think any of those people could be a match for you.

Leng Feishuang looked at her own dantian. Half a month ago, she had the feeling that she was about to advance in cultivation, but she had yet to do so. The original deep green color had already turned black, but now it was not.

For the entire night, Leng Feishuang tried to break through, but to no avail.

The next day, Leng Feishuang changed into a black dress and tied his hair into a ponytail, giving him a heroic look.

When she arrived at the entrance, she saw Jing Feizhen walking back and forth. Ever since the last time he said he would buy some fruit tea, she had never seen him before. She strode over, "Yo, can you bear to show yourself?"

Jing Fei scratched his head and felt a little embarrassed. How could he tell her that? "I had something urgent that day so I didn't have the time to tell you. You won't be angry, right?"

"How could that be? Am I such a petty person?" Leng Feibai said as he walked forward. Jing Fei, who was behind him, had a dark expression. He hoped that she would be angry, or at least prove that he cared about her.

When they arrived at the plaza, it was already a sea of people. There were many people wearing white on the outside, and Leng Feibiang knew that they were disciples of the Seven Star Sword Sect.

Walking up the grandstand, Leng Feishuang swept his gaze across the entire hall, yet he didn't notice anyone from the Prime Minister's Estate coming? "That shouldn't be the case. According to his family's character, they would probably all be dispatched today, Leng Feiyu thought.

Suddenly, many petals floated down from the sky, all of them were white. Leng Fei stretched out his hand and caught one petal, placed it in front of his nose and smelled it, it was the faint fragrance of a lotus, laughing lightly, this flower was not a lotus, it actually had the fragrance of a lotus, without a doubt it was Di Wuxiang's masterpiece.

At this moment, over ten thousand people had quietened down. They all quietly looked up at the petals that were falling down from the sky. It was unknown who suddenly shouted,

"It's the Saint Lord! The Saint Lord has come!"

At this moment, everyone had expressions of excitement on their faces as they all knelt down in unison. Only Leng Feishuang was still standing in the spectator's grandstand, and right now, he appeared extremely out of the blue.

At this time, all the disciples of the Jia Lan Immortal Mountain Range had dispersed all the people around the main viewing platform. Not a single person was present within a dozen meters. A white jade chair had also been brought over.

After all this was done, Di Wuxiang, who was clad in white clothes, slowly descended from the stands. Coincidentally, he landed on that white jade soft chair.

"Welcome, Sacred Master!" The voice from below could be heard from far away and Leng Fei covered his ears with his hands, thinking, Isn't this way too exaggerated?

Di Wuxiang slightly nodded to Chasing Wind, who walked up and said loudly to the crowd below, "Let the match begin!"

Leng Fei rubbed his nose and walked off the stage. The first segment was to draw lots on the spot, which was also to ensure fairness. This was to prevent the contestants from encountering some vicious methods.

Because there were very few people here today, only fifty of them. The rest were spectators, so it was very soon Leng Fei Duo's turn.

Looking at the tablet in his hand, Leng Fei and Leng Yi sneered. Leng He and Yi Yi were really fated to meet each other. They took the tablet back to the stands. She was from the bottom to the bottom, so she still had a long time left.

As soon as he returned to the stands, Leng Feishuang noticed a burning gaze looking over. It was none other than Di Wuxiang, who looked at her with a smile. Leng Feishuang gave him a glare before he turned his head away.

In the eyes of Zhui Feng, this scene was akin to flirting in public. He lowered his head, the Saint Lord truly did not hold back, and he and Lady Leng also did not hold back. Thinking back to yesterday's incident, Zhui Feng felt a chill run down his spine, the Saint Lord and Lady Leng would not kill him to silence him.

"Fei Shuang, come have a drink of water." At this time, Jing Fei brought a pot of tea over.

Leng Fei looked at the fruit tea in front of him, "Did you go to get this just now?"

Jing Fei rubbed his head, "Didn't I not drink it last time?" Saying that, he poured a cup and passed it to Leng Fei Shuang.

Leng Fei took it over and drank a mouthful. He smiled at Jing Fei and said, "En, it's very nice to drink."

Not far away, Di Wuxiang glanced at Jing Feichen. It seemed that the lesson he had taught him last time was still too light.

"The next group, Leng Feishuang, Leng and Yi prepare!" The Holy Emissary on the stage announced loudly.

Leng Fei raised her eyebrows. It was already her turn, so she walked towards the sparring ring.

Leng Fei, dressed in a black dress, stood on the stage. Everyone's gaze was fixated on her, including Di Wuxiang who was sitting in the middle of the stage.

However, after an hour had passed, Leng Hanyi still hadn't appeared. Most people had already lost their patience, but because of Di Wuxiang's presence, they didn't dare to show it.

Leng Fei frowned, what was the family doing? They were not paying attention to the competition, so why did they stop at such a crucial time?

The white-clothed Holy Envoy looked at Chasing Wind and waited for his orders. He gestured to him and the white-clothed Holy Envoy walked onto the stage. "Since Leng Hanyi is absent, I shall prepare the next group."

Leng Fei raised his eyebrows. Just like that, he won? Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a monster. It was obvious that it was because Leng Hanyi did not come that Leng Ning and Jing Feishang were able to win so quickly, they really did not know what to be happy about.

At the same time, in the pile of debris on the outskirts of the city stood a few people. It was none other than the Prime Minister's family, and Leng Chengren was looking at the jade pendant in his hands with a filthy and dirty expression, it was the jade pendant that Han Ning had always been wearing.

As for Fang Shuwan, she sat paralyzed on the ground. Her eyes were empty, and her face was covered with tears as she constantly chanted Leng Ning's name.

"Mother, Daddy, don't be too sad, I believe Big Sis will be fine," Leng Hanyi advised Leng Chengren and Fang Shuwan, but in her heart, she was laughing coldly. Hehe, even the Heavens were helping her, and without Leng Ning, Leng Hanyi was the proud daughter of the heavens.