Wu Gaojian finally started to panic. The wind circle couldn't hurt him, but the wind circle with the added flames couldn't. Shui Miaomiao was forcing him to disperse the wind circle.
Wu Gaojian knew it but didn't want to. With the wind around, some of his obscene moves could not be witnessed by onlookers.
He didn't believe how powerful a person who just relied on external forces to take shortcuts could be, so he just slowed down the contraction of the wind circle.
This Sanshui had to suffer a bit, so Wu Gaojian used four cold blades with wind to attack.
The wind circle was no longer approaching, giving Shui Miaomiao a place to dodge.
Wu Gaojian doesn't seem to have a strong sense of combat?
He didn't seem to be very accurate when he threw the cold blade. Sometimes Shui Miaomiao had already dodged it, but he would still throw one at that place.
It's just that the endurance of this cold blade is quite strong, and it really hurts when hit.
When jumping, my leg just touched the cold blade, and the pain when I landed couldn't be shaken away. It seemed like a ball of wind was tearing at the wound, causing constant damage.
"Do you only know wind-attribute spells?" Shui Miaomiao suddenly mocked mercilessly.
Wu Gaojian is fast and often teases female cultivators with this technique, but it seems to be due to some kind of magic, and his real close combat ability does not seem to be strong.
As she stepped on the ground and exerted her strength on her waist, Shui Miaomiao took a hard blow from the cold blade and suddenly jumped in front of Wu Gaojian.
Wu Gaojian was obviously panicked. He had also observed that in Shui Miaomiao's matches in the past few days, he used magic to knock people off the stage.
He thought that Shui Miaomiao was a Dharma cultivator like him, so how could she suddenly become a Ti cultivator.
Shui Miaomiao saw her own reflection in Wu Gaojian's panicked eyes.
Sorry, she has learned a lot, and there is no conclusion yet on what kind of cultivation she is, but she has really received three lessons of physical cultivation, and the Xuan Yi Gui Jin Kung Fu five or six times a day is not in vain.
Adding some of the fighting skills he had learned before, Shui Miaomiao's legs instantly wrapped around Wu Gaojian's neck.
A feeling of suffocation ensued, and Wu Gaojian did not dare to neglect. He formed seals with his hands, and then water from nowhere drenched himself.
Wu Gaojian was stunned for a moment, and then stopped moving his hands. He didn't understand what Shui Miaomiao meant. The water seemed to pose no threat other than getting him wet.
Under the veil, Shui Miaomiao finally laughed, "You know? It's so boring to make you faint like this. Guess how many clothes you will have left in a while."
The flames suddenly exploded in the wind circle, tearing open the wind circle. Shui Miaomiao ruthlessly threw Wu Gaojian, who was already suffocating, out.
Then, he quickly cast a spell to lower the temperature of the water droplets on Wu Gaojian's body.
As Shui Miaomiao landed, Wu Gaojian was thrown into the air. His clothes were torn apart by ice cracks, and rags were flying in the sky.
Holding her hands on the ground to prevent herself from sitting on the ground, Shui Miaomiao squatted on the ground, gritting her teeth. Her head almost exploded because of this breath.
I don't know what happened to Wu Gaojian in the audience. Shui Miaomiao had a splitting headache and didn't dare to look up. She could only get an idea from the exclamations around her.
He probably didn’t leave any clothes behind!
She didn't plan to do something so extreme, she thought about leaving some underwear on, but then she lost control of her spiritual power, so she used it harder.
"Don't look!" Lan Jixuan and Hua Yixian blocked Leng Ningchi with quick eyes and hands.
This wasn't a matter of not leaving any clothes on. Wu Gaojian didn't have a single hair left on him. His hair, eyebrows, etc. were also flying all over the sky, which was extremely disgusting.
After being thrown under the competition stage, the extremely smooth Wu Gaojian coughed a few times and gasped, but at this time he must have hoped that he could faint.
The naked Wu Gaojian was in full view of the public, with no cover, and none of his friends had the face to hand him some clothes to save him.
Even the referee was stunned for a long time, then looked away, coughed a few times and said: "Guxian Sect Sanshui wins."
But now who cares about winning or losing...
Shui Miaomiao sat on the competition stage and immediately agreed to the referee's question about taking a rest.
If you don't slow down for a while, you will die on your knees.
Leng Ningchi stepped onto the competition stage in three steps and two steps, and stopped the injury on Shui Miaomiao's shoulder from being hit by the cold blade.
"Ning Chi~"
"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
Shui Miaomiao's shout made Leng Ningchi anxious.
"No." Shui Miaomiao shook his head, "I just remembered what you said, the scars left by wind spells cannot be removed. Is this possible?"
Just because of this problem? Make you scream so miserable! Leng Ningchi was stunned for a long time with his fist raised, then put down his hand helplessly and chose to continue dressing the wound.
"How about we be serious."
"I'm very serious." Shui Miaomiao looked at the injury on his shoulder and wondered if using the cream would ensure that there would be no scars.
"Miaomiao, are you shaking?"
Hearing Leng Ningchi's worry, Shui Miaomiao looked away, lowered her head and looked at herself. It seemed that she had a little trouble, but she felt very uncomfortable now, and she couldn't feel the discomfort anymore.
It's better to change the topic. It's better for Leng Ningchi and for yourself. If you can change your attention for a while, you won't notice how uncomfortable it is when your body becomes cold and hot.
"How's that guy named Wu doing?"
"Boss Lan and Playboy moved too fast, and I didn't get a good look at his embarrassment. Anyway, I heard that not a single hair was left."
"Huh? There's not even any hair left." Shui Miaomiao was a little surprised by this, "I originally thought of leaving some underwear for him."
"Leave nothing! Just let him be naked!"
With such anger, Shui Miaomiao looked at Leng Ningchi, "Has he ever provoked you?"
"Yeah." Shy and angry, Leng Ningchi repeated the matter.
"Ha." Shui Miaomiao sneered, "It seems that taking off his clothes is no longer enough for the common people. Wait, we will put a sack on him later!"
With a 'Puch' sound, Leng Ningchi couldn't help but laugh, "No wonder the playboy likes to pester Miaomiao, you all want to put a sack on him."
"Actually, I feel like giving him a beating is better than relieving my anger like this. You must know that the female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect has a vicious mouth. Seeing Wu Gaojian running away in embarrassment, I'm afraid he might have hit a tree."
Shui Miaomiao smiled along with Leng Ningchi's words, and then coughed.
"Are you really okay with this?"
Leng Ningchi stopped his smile and patted Shui Miaomiao's back. Although he knew the consequences of Shui Miaomiao's defeat, such persistence was of no use. No matter how many games Shui Miaomiao won, everyone would only Said it was due to drug abuse.
"I know." Holding Leng Ningchi's hand, Shui Miaomiao comforted him, "This kind of persistence seems useless, but I don't want to admit defeat."
While the two were talking, a woman quietly stepped onto the competition stage.
Leng Ning looked over with vigilance, and opened her hands to block Shui Miaomiao behind her, "Are you the next challenger? It's not time yet!"
"Shenfeng Zonghua Aoyu."
Shui Miaomiao looked around and saw that the woman holding a long sword in her hand was fresh and elegant, with a bit of coldness, like an orchid, but there was an indifference about her that was repulsive and thousands of miles away.
Such a person also believed those rumors?
"It's the Hua family."
Lan Jixuan shook his fan and looked at Hua Aoyu on the stage.
"The Hua family is the family where all the members are sword cultivators." Hua Yixian looked at Hua Aoyu on the stage and said the only thing she knew.
"Yes." Lan Jixuan nodded, "The first swordsmanship family after the Li family."
"Li family? Is there any family with this surname among the hundreds of families in the Immortal Sect?"
"Previously" Lan Jixuan felt a strong hostility before he could finish his words. He looked for it, but his eyes met those of Jiuchengqiu.
"What are you looking for?" The big-hearted Hua Yixian didn't have any bad feelings. He looked at the three people on the stage, "You know better. Is this person powerful? Will Miaomiao be hurt?"
Annoyed by Hua Yixian's noise, Lan Jixuan looked away. Is he sensitive?
With a dry cough, Lan Jixuan used his fan to blow away Hua Yixian, who kept tugging at his hand, "It must be great if it's powerful, otherwise how could it be ranked from the bottom of the list?"
"Isn't Miaomiao in danger?"
"When Wu Gaojian of Suzhan Sect appeared, Miaomiao was already in danger. What I'm curious about is why Hua Aoyu challenged Shui Miaomiao."
"Isn't it just that I heard the rumors and came to take advantage of it?"
Lan Jixuan shook his head. This reason would be valid for another person, but not for Hua Aoyu.
"Hua Aoyu is obviously a famous swordsman. Swordsmanship requires a lot of character and does not tolerate opportunistic people. What's more, I heard that Hua Aoyu is the most talented swordsman in this generation. The initial points are because She was so obsessed with swordsmanship that she forgot about cultivation."
"The Lan family really knows everything."
"I just think you are praising the Lan family."
Lan Jixuan rolled his eyes and turned the fan in his hand, "Logically speaking, if such a sword cultivator believes that Miaomiao has used external forces, he will not bother to challenge."
"Then you are wrong, she is just an opportunistic person."
