When Mo Chuanlan walked onto the ring, his face was cold and his eyebrows were gloomy, and his whole body was exuding a bone-chilling coldness and chill.
He almost frightened his opponent into surrendering on the spot and stood there for a long time without daring to move.
"What are you doing standing there?" Mo Chuanlan said coldly to him, "Hurry up and draw your sword!"
The man fearfully drew out his sword and attacked him. My heart was filled with coldness and despair. Why fight? It’s a sure loss!
Unexpectedly, Mo Chuanlan just dodged the sword, and then simply said: "I surrender!"
"????"
"????"
"????"
Everyone under the ring was suddenly shocked. You didn’t even draw your sword, so you’re going to admit defeat? It's too obvious that you're letting the water go!
Even Mo Chuanlan's opponent was stunned. He had won out of nowhere. He looked at him in disbelief. He didn't expect to win like this!
In an instant, everyone turned their attention to Ye Zhizhi, who was standing in the crowd.
Including Xue Mingyue, who was accompanying Mrs. Qingxue, they all looked up at Ye Zhizhi, their eyes full of curiosity and inquiry.
Ye Zhizhi, who was stared at by everyone, could only smile at this moment.
In my heart, I scolded Mo Chuanlan like crazy. You didn't want to marry Xue Mingyue, but you had to follow orders. The competition in the ring was a mess, but you let me take the blame for you!
Mo Chuanlan came down from the ring and walked to Ye Zhizhi.
Ye Zhizhi chuckled at him and said, "When did you become so weak that you lost without even being able to withstand a single move?"
"The princess thinks highly of me." Mo Chuanlan lowered his eyes and said, "Only in the eyes of the princess, Mo Chuanlan is a person."
When he was worthless and unknown, it was Ye Zhizhi who believed in him unswervingly, encouraged him, accompanied him, and supported him, and that made Mo Chuanlan what he is today.
Ye Zhizhi looked at him, snorted coldly, and said no more.
All the disciples of the Demon Sect around them were all staring at Ye Zhizhi and Mo Chuanlan, and they all lamented that the little princess and Mo Chuanlan had really fallen in love and paid for each other wrongly throughout their lives!
Tsk tsk!
Mo Chuanlan raised his eyes and glanced at the people around him with a cold gaze. He was so shocked that the group of people immediately retracted their gazes and did not dare to look again. They secretly cursed in their hearts: They deserve it! He deserves to be abandoned by the little princess for being so vicious!
The fight in the ring continues.
After several rounds of competition, it was the left ventricle that came on stage this time.
Dressed in a willow-green robe, the thin, pale and frail Left Heart Leaf stood on the ring, like a willow leaf in the wind, which could be blown down by the gust of wind at any time.
He raised his eyes to look at the young demon cultivator across from him, chuckled and said, "Zuo is not good at fighting. I can't take your next move. My skills are inferior to others. I give up!"
This one is more straightforward, admitting defeat before the fight even starts.
But everyone in the ring understood and said, "If you can't beat him, just admit defeat is a good strategy!"
"It takes a lot of courage to have the courage to admit defeat."
"As expected of Boss Zuo!"
Also admitting defeat, Mo Chuanlan attracted everyone's attention and slander, and even let Ye Zhizhi take the blame, while Zuo Xinye became a symbol of courage and wisdom.
Ye Zhizhi couldn't help but fell silent after hearing this.
She raised her head and looked at Mo Chuanlan beside her, but she saw that his face was calm and there was nothing strange about it.
Sensing Ye Zhizhi's gaze, Mo Chuanlan looked at her and specifically explained to her: "What Zuo Xinye is good at is not fighting. His cultivation is mediocre, so surrendering in time is the right decision for him. "
"..." Ye Zhizhi.
never mind!
Ye Zhizhi was frustrated, "Well, you're right, it makes sense."
Mo Chuanlan admitted defeat, and Zuo Xinye also admitted defeat. This so-called competition in the ring was nothing to watch, it was too watery.
Furthermore, a battle in the ring cannot completely determine the final result.
In this son-in-law recruitment meeting, Xue Mingyue ultimately needs to make a final decision on which one will be her future husband.
All this is just a competition between male peacocks chasing after each other to express their love. They spare no effort to show off themselves, their appearance, body shape, power and status, wealth, fame and cultivation strength, and display everything in front of the woman they are chasing after, in order to get it. Her favor.
In the end, the winner of this arena battle was another young Demon Sect disciple.
Ye Zhizhi didn't care about this. She noticed that Mu Mingxuan won third place in the ring competition, which was considered a limelight.
Mu Mingxuan seemed to be very satisfied with this. He surrounded Xue Mingyue with a proud face and showed great attentiveness to her.
There were other young Demon Sect disciples who were doing the same thing as him, and everyone surrounded Xue Mingyue, vying for her favor.
Ye Zhizhi stood watching this scene from a distance, and then said to Mo Chuanlan beside him: "Let's go say hello to Miss Mingyue too!"
Mo Chuanlan was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He didn't understand why she suddenly did this, but he never opposed her, so he just followed her obediently.
"Miss Mingyue." Ye Zhizhi came to Xue Mingyue and called with a smile.
Xue Mingyue, who was chatting and laughing with the young demon sect disciples around her, looked up when she heard this. She looked at Ye Zhizhi who was watching her with a smile on her face, her eyes were slightly stunned, and then she quickly called out: "Princess."
"Miss Mingyue, are you satisfied with the result of today's competition in the arena?" Ye Zhizhi looked at her and asked with a smile.
Xue Mingyue couldn't figure out what she meant by asking this question, and replied cautiously: "You all have extraordinary skills and are young and brave. It really opened Mingyue's eyes and she was amazed!"
Ye Zhizhi's eyes fell on her slender white hands, and he said with admiration: "Miss Mingyue's hands are so beautiful. These hands are really suitable for holding a sword!"
Hearing this, Xue Mingyue was stunned.
She subconsciously retracted her hands into her sleeves, "Where is the princess? You are too praised. Mingyue was born weak and not suitable for practice. These hands usually only play the piano and strings, but they can't lift the sword."
"Yes, yes! A beauty like Miss Mingyue only needs to play the piano and cultivate flowers, sip tea and read books every day! Fighting and killing are all men's business."
"If anyone is lucky enough to marry a beauty like Miss Mingyue, how can he bear to let her endure the wind and rain outside? He must have taken great care of her throughout his life!"
"The sword is too heavy, too sharp, and can easily hurt your hands. It's better for Miss Mingyue's hands to play the piano and string strings. Only when a man is useless will a woman hold a sword."
The young Demon Sect disciples surrounding Xue Mingyue spoke one after another and showed their hospitality.
Xue Mingyue's cheeks were slightly red and she lowered her head shyly, making it impossible to see clearly the expression on her face at this moment.
"Yeah?"
Ye Zhizhi listened to the words of the arrogant young demon sect disciples around him and said in a calm tone: "That's such a pity, such a pity! Miss Mingyue's hands are obviously very suitable for holding a sword!"
Hearing these words, Xue Mingyue's heart trembled suddenly, and the hands hidden in his sleeves couldn't help but clenched.
