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Leng Feixue hesitated for a moment, then walked in front of Leng Chengren and said in an extremely soft voice, "Father, Second Sister is having a match today."

Leng Chengen turned his head stiffly and looked at Leng Feixue. He then raised his hand and with a "pa" sound, he slapped her face. Leng Feixue covered her face and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Leng Chengren seemed to have realized what he had done and reacted immediately. He looked at the innocent Leng Hanyi and said, "Hanyi, let your third sister accompany you to participate in the competition. Remember, you must win this time. Our Leng Clan will count on you in the future."

When Fang Shuwan heard Leng Chengren's words, she glared at him fiercely. Han Ning was his biological daughter. To say such words now, this man was truly as heartless as he was all those years ago.

Leng Hanyi was overjoyed, but soon after, a look of worry appeared on her face. She walked up to Leng Chengren and Fang Shuwan and bowed, "Father, mother, don't be too heartbroken. He Yiming will definitely not disappoint father."

"Second sister, is it still okay to go over now? It's been a long time since the competition," Leng Feixue said worriedly.

Leng Hanyi frowned slightly. This was indeed a problem. "Let's go over first. Big Sis is the last disciple of the outer sect elder. With this, the people from the Jia Lan Immortal Mountain should give us some face."

On the field, the second round of the final match had already begun, in other words, all the winners of the first round were twos and twos. The victors would then directly participate in the next round, which would be the final round.

Her opponent this time was the only son of the Shang Family, Fang Mingting. He was extremely fond of his only son, and had consumed all sorts of pills since he was young, to the point that he was only 18 years old, but his cultivation had already reached the peak of the Yellow Ranked Spirit Stage.

"Fei-Shuang, you have to be careful later. This Fang Mingting is an expert, but fortunately, he is not a bad person. He is a gentleman." Jing Fei said in a low voice.

Leng Fei nodded her head, that was only natural, she would only use Yellow Rank advanced stage later, and would not take advantage of him.

As there weren't many people left, they quickly arrived at Leng Fei Duo's group. Leng Fei Duo stood up, patted his body, and walked off the stage. Fang Mingting was already there waiting for him.

Leng Fei, who walked onto the stage, raised his eyebrows at Fang Mingting, who was standing opposite of him. Another handsome guy, how could such an ancient beauty be so rampant?

Fang Mingting gave a polite smile to Leng Fei and Leng Fei, who returned as well.

"The match begins!" The referee loudly announced from the side.

Without being polite, Leng Feishuang formed a claw with one hand and clawed towards Fang Mingting. Fang Mingting was shocked, and wanted to extend his hand out to block it, but Leng Feishuang's hand suddenly changed direction and grabbed towards the man below.

Fang Mingting was greatly alarmed. He did not care about his other legs as he pinched Leng Fei's legs together. The corners of his lips curled up into a smile as he struck Leng Fei's chest with his palm. Fang Mingting immediately retreated several steps.

Fang Mingting looked at Leng Feishuang in surprise. Was there still a need to fight like this? His face was slightly flushed as he took out his sword and attacked Leng Feishuang.

Leng Feishuang also took out his own weapon. Like before, he used his dagger to parry the blow, and the sounds of weapons colliding against each other rang out on the stage.

At this moment, Leng Wuyi and Leng Feixue rushed over in a hurry. They impatiently pushed aside the crowd that was blocking the way and rushed forward.

Just as they were about to approach the dueling platform, they were stopped by two holy emissaries. "Who is it? The competition has begun!"

Leng Hanyi pulled Leng Feixue, and slightly bowed towards the two Holy Envoys, "Holy Envoys, I'm here to participate in the competition. Leng Hanyi pulled Leng Feixue, and slightly bowed towards the two Holy Envoys," Holy Envoys, I came to participate in the competition.

The two emissaries looked at each other and then looked at Leng Hanyi, "How about this, wait a moment. I'll go ask the Lord Protector about this." After speaking, one of them walked inside.

On the other side, Chasing Wind was watching the match with relish. This Lady Leng was truly interesting, daring to even use such a move.

Di Wuxiang's face was as black as it could get, but his mask prevented others from seeing it. Chasing Wind suddenly shivered. How could he suddenly feel so cold under this blazing sun?

At this moment, the Holy Envoy walked over, "Holy Master, protector, there is a little sister who claims to be an outer sect elder disciple outside. Because of some matters, she was unable to participate in the first round and is currently waiting at the door."

Chasing points frowned. Wasn't that Leng Hanyi, the opponent of the previous round's girl, "Tell her to go back. She gave up the opportunity herself."

The Holy Envoy nodded and left. As for Di Wuxiang, she acted as if she didn't hear him, as her eyes were fixated on Leng Feidi who was standing on the stage.

Outside, the Holy Envoy told Leng Hanyi everything that had happened, "Lady, it's like this, so please go back."

Leng Hanyi could not believe it, "Did the Holy Envoy mention my sister..."

"Are you doubting me?" The Holy Envoy angrily asked.

Leng Hanyi hurriedly smiled and apologized a few times. In the end, she could only pull Leng Feixue away.

"Second sister, what should we do now?" Leng Feixue asked.

Leng Ning, you're still trying to block my way even after dying. Looking at Leng Feibai, who was fighting on the stage, she saw that she had the upper hand and sneered coldly: "Since she is unable to become a disciple of the Jia Lan Immortal Mountain, then Leng Feibai is even more unworthy," Come, come with me to a place. "After she finished speaking, she walked out of the plaza.

However, the corner of his clothes had been burnt into ashes, and the place where he had stood earlier had also been blasted into a huge black hole. Looking at the disbelief in Leng Fei's eyes, he did not expect that this Leng Ning Duo was also a Yellow-rank High Rank, and was even purer than his own Essence.

Leng Feishuang smiled faintly as he withdrew his Essence and flew towards Fang Mingting. He struck him on the shoulder with his palm, sending him flying. In the end, he landed on the stage below the barrier.

Only then did Fang Mingting regain his senses, realizing that he had already lost. He cupped his hands towards Leng Fei, who was standing on the stage, and said, "Thank you, I've lost." He was thanking her for showing mercy.

Leng Fei stepped down from the stage, walked up to Fang Mingting, and whispered something into his ear. He could only see Fang Mingting's expression for a moment in shock, and a moment in realization.

After he finished speaking, Leng Feishuang took a step back and was about to fly towards the competition platform, but at that moment, an extremely soft sound came from the air, and a dozen or so silver needles that were as thin as hair pierced towards Leng Feishuang's vital points.