Chapter 42
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The victors left the stage and waited for the second round of battle the next day. That was the same as advancing to the next round.
There were quite a few victors as well. Of course, there were also a few insidious people, but they were all seen through by the three old judges.
Soon, when it was time for number 130 to fight number 131, Ning An stood up and slowly walked towards the stage.
At the same time, her sharp eyes saw Ye Yuyan standing in the participant area and walking towards the stage step by step.
Against Ye Yuyan?
Interesting …
Ye Zhen obviously didn't expect Ye Yuyan to fight against Ning An, who had disappeared for a month.
Puzzled, Ye Zhen looked at Ning An, only to see Ning An sneering at him.
Ye Zhen frowned. He didn't know why, but he started to have a bad premonition.
But when he remembered that Ye Yuyan was only a 1-Star Spirit Cultivator, he relaxed.
Even if Ning An could hurt the Fifth Star Spirit Cultivator Fourth Princess, it would be impossible for him to defeat Yu Yan, who was only a 1-Star Spirit Cultivator.
The difference in strength was like the difference between heaven and earth.
When Ning An and Ye Yuyan arrived at the stage, Baili Xiao and Baili Yaotian also walked over.
Sitting in the participant area, Baili Xiao looked at Ning An and said with a smile, "Third Brother, this Luo Ying is going against us. What do you think?"
Baili Yaotian stared at Ning An on the stage and didn't look at Baili Xiao. He said coldly, "Luo Ying isn't someone we can touch."
Not to mention that Luo Ying was stronger than them, but with Xiao Liangsheng, they couldn't touch her.
When Baili Xiao heard this, he frowned and did not say anything else. Instead, he concentrated on watching the martial stage.
On the stage, Ye Yuyan stood in front of Ning An and sneered, "Ning An, a piece of trash like you dares to participate in the Empire's tournament?"
Ning An glanced at her but didn't say anything.
At this moment, a person walked up with a fine zither in his arms.
When he handed the guqin to Ning An, Ning An finally opened his mouth to express his thanks.
When the crowd below saw that Ning An was actually hugging a zither during the competition, they all laughed.
Because Ye Yuyan purposely wanted everyone to know that this person was Ning An and was already a useless person, her voice was very loud. Everyone nearby could hear her.
Listening to the mocking laughter of those people, the corners of Ning An's mouth curled up into a cold smile. Humans were like this. In the past, they had desperately tried to curry favor with Ning An, but after Ning An had become trash, they had degraded her to the point that she was worthless.
However, she was Ning An, not Ye Ning An...
Thinking of this, Ning An picked up her violin and looked at Ye Yuyan coldly. "Let's start. I don't want to hear any nonsense."
Ye Yuyan's face darkened at Ning An's arrogant tone. She did not say anything else. Instead, she took out a long sword from her Space Storage Ring and charged at Ning An.
Seeing this, Ning An's lips curled up into a smile. Holding the zither with her left hand, she placed her right hand on the body of the zither and began to play.
Spiritual power could only be cultivated by people who were born with a spiritual source. Martial power could only be cultivated by people who didn't have a spiritual source. Their cultivation method was similar to internal energy in ancient times. In the modern era, Ning An already knew that flying flowers could hurt people. That was why she chose to use a sound blade against Ye Yuyan.
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