Fantasy: Pretending To Be The Young Master And Marrying A Wife At The Beginning

Hearing this, Peng Gao's face barely looked better.

Ximen said with a smile, that the fast cultivation speed does not mean that the strength must be stronger.

The three disciples under his sect, Cultivation Base ranged from the third level of the teacher level to the fifth level of the teacher level. Generally speaking, they were indeed two levels higher than the three disciples under Ye Chen.

And no one can cross this disparity!

You should know that even if there are many examples of defeating the strong by the weak, it can only cross the first-order battle at most.

There are examples that can win by crossing two levels, but there are only a handful of them over the past century.

He didn't believe that the three disciples under Ye Chen's sect were all the kind of wizards who were able to fight even two tiers and win.

And as long as his disciple beats Ye Chen's disciple in the ring, he will eventually be expelled from the Misty Sect. It will only be Ye Chen, not him!

"Teacher Ye, the test results have already appeared. The Cultivation Base of your three disciples is indeed slightly inferior to those of Qingwutang!"

On the high platform in the middle, Elder, who was in charge of the competition, looked at Ye Chen, "Do you choose to admit defeat, or do you want to go to the ring to determine whether you win or lose?"

Knowing that Ye Chen's disciples couldn't win, he still asked this way, just because he was afraid of falling into trouble, saying that they were unfair.

Otherwise, the Cultivation Base between the two sub-disciples is very different, not just him, almost everyone has guessed the result of the competition.

"Of course it is to compete in the arena!"

Regardless of everyone's gloating gaze, Ye Chen immediately responded calmly.

There was no tension on that handsome face because his own disciple Cultivation Base was inferior.

A look of disgust flashed in the Elder's eyes.

The gap in Cultivation Base is so obvious, why bother to take the humiliation?

"What about Mentor Peng?"

Shaking his head, the host Elder looked at Peng Gao again, "Do you also want to determine the outcome of the arena?"

"Of course!" Peng Gao responded powerfully.

"Since the two instructors want to determine the outcome of the competition, now, Ben Elder announces the rules of the competition..."

Next, the host Elder quickly narrated the rules of the competition.

The test will be divided into three games, one-on-one in the arena with actual results.

Which side wins the two games is considered the winner of this competition.

"In the first round, two branch disciples were invited to come on stage!"

After reading out the competition rules, the host Elder immediately rang the bell for the first competition.

"when!"

When the bell rang, some of the Qingwutang disciples who had been impatient for a long time rushed to the ring.

"It's Ling Que!"

"His Cultivation Base is the lowest among the three disciples in Qingwutang who participated in the competition, and it is the third-level teacher!"

"Unless Qingwutang dispatches Si Wenkang, a third-order teacher-level disciple this time, it will not be able to compete with Lingque!"

"But even for Si Wenkang, Cultivation Base is only equivalent to Lingque. It is hard to say which one is strong and which is weak!"

"Even if Si Wenkang wins this game, Wanfa Hall will undoubtedly lose in the next two games!"

"Yes, the weakest disciple of Qingwutang, Cultivation Base is comparable to the strongest disciple of Wanfatang. In this competition, there is actually no suspense!"

"Look at who they will send in the end!"

Under curiosity, everyone's eyes looked at the high platform where Ye Chen was located.

"Master, did you proceed as planned?"

Fang Ruotong stood up and cupped hands to Ye Chen. Instead of a trace of fear in her beautiful eyes, she was full of high fighting spirit.

"Go, don't be too nervous!" Ye Chen waved his hand.

"Yes, Master!"

Fang Ruotong responded and immediately rushed into the ring.

"It's actually her?"

"Fang Ruotong, Cultivation Base is the second-level teacher, one level lower than Lingque!"

"Ye Chen would actually send Fang Ruotong to fight, I really don't know what he thinks!"

"If he sends the Cultivation Base to the third-tier division of Si Wenkang, as long as he wins this game, even if he loses in the end, he can still retain some face. It is better to send this Cultivation Base to Fang Ruotong, who is not as good as Fang Ruotong. Wouldn’t it be completely cut off? Hope of winning a game?"

"Yes, after all, in Qingwutang, the remaining Wu Dalong and Liu Jie, Cultivation Base have reached the fourth and fifth divisions of the division level. No matter who plays on the Wanfa Hall side, it is impossible to win!"

"I guess Ye Chen's brain is flooded!"

Fang Ruotong had just stepped onto the ring, and countless eyes cast contemptuously around him.

Qingwutang instructor Peng Gao even sneered again and again, "It seems that you only need to compare the first two games!"

"Master Yingming!"

Simon smiled and echoed: "With the rule of two wins in three games, as long as we win the first two games, there is really no need for the last one!"

On the ring.

Ling Que's eyes were filled with undisguised contempt when Ling Que looked at Fang Ruotong who was opposite.

"Fang Ruotong, right?"

There was a joking look at the corner of his mouth, "For your sake of a female stream, just admit defeat, so as not to be beaten by me in the ring and lose face in public!"

"Since I have come up, how can I come down without a fight?" Fang Ruotong said neither humble nor overbearing.

"Huh, overwhelming!"

Ling Que's eyes were cold, and he immediately drew his sword out of its sheath.

Jian Feng pointed at Fang Ruotong who was on the opposite side of the ring, "Since you have to insult yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

"I haven't done anything yet, the outcome is still unknown!"

Fang Ruotong snorted coldly, and then took out his own weapon.

It is two short swords!

The moment it was unsheathed, the metal vibrato kept roaring, exciting.

"It's actually a top-grade weapon?"

"How could she have such a high-quality weapon?"

"No wonder her Cultivation Base is one level lower than Lingque, and she dares to be so confident!"

"It looks like this competition is a bit worth seeing!"

After seeing the weapon Fang Ruotong took out, everyone couldn't help being a little surprised.

Because the weapon in her hand had indeed reached the top grade, and the quality was higher than that of Ling Que's long sword.

Because of Lingque's long sword, the quality is inferior.

As we all know, the higher the quality of the weapon, the stronger the Practitioner will be when it performs combat skills.

From the advantages of weapons alone, Fang Ruotong can make up for the shortcomings of Cultivation Base.

"It seems that you are fully prepared for this competition!"

On the other side of the ring, Que's face was a little ugly.

But it's not afraid!

After all, the advantages of weapons can only enhance a certain degree of combat power, and Cultivation Base is ultimately the foundation of Practitioner.

"Now that both sides are ready, Ben Elder now announces that the first match will now officially begin!"

"when!"

As the bell fell, Fang Ruotong and Ling Que immediately rushed towards each other.

"Kengkeng!"

As soon as the two confronted, the battle was in full swing. In the ring, the swords and swords were shadowed, and the waves of air were surging.

Although Lingque's Cultivation Base is one rank higher than Fang Ruotong, because the weapon is at a disadvantage, even if he tried his best, he still failed to gain the upper hand.

On the other hand, Fang Ruotong was able to deal with it calmly and with ease.

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