Chapter 1588
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"Oh, don't be so fierce. I meant well." Jiang Yiran gestured in the direction of Elder Qian and the others. "The elders of the Qiu Clan are waiting to watch a good show. If this girl loses too badly, it will be hard for her to explain herself when she returns. It will be better for her to come down earlier."
Jiang Yisheng glanced over and saw Elder Qiu's smiling face and a Jiang Family Elder's worried expression. He couldn't help but feel a little flustered.
But Jiang Shaobai's expression was calm. He just looked at Ye Qingtang in the arena with sparkling eyes.
In front of her stood a slender young man, but his face was a little ugly.
"Lin Weiyuan of the Ancient Lin Lan Clan." The youth cupped his fists and introduced himself.
Ye Qingtang raised her hand and said, "Ye Qingtang of the Jiang family."
"Ye …" Lin Weiyuan was slightly taken aback. He found it strange that Ye Qingtang did not share the same surname but didn't take it to heart.
"Qingtang, all the best!!" Jiang Yisheng, who was below the arena, was very worried because of Jiang Yiran's concern. His cheers grew louder and louder.
Lin Weiyuan was at the Second Heaven of the Heavenly Venerate realm. How could Ye Qingtang be his match?!
Lin Weiyuan glanced at Jiang Yisheng, who was cheering for Ye Qingtang, and couldn't help but smile sarcastically.
"Miss Ye really has a lot of flower protectors."
Lin Weiyuan was born with an unsightly appearance, and was often mocked and ostracized by his own clan members. He had trained hard to climb to the top twenty, and proved himself with his own strength. What he looked down on the most were those who were only beautiful but useless.
Ye Qingtang was born beautiful. Now that she was in the arena, there were young men from the same clan cheering for her. Lin Weiyuan really despised them.
Yet another embroidered pillow that was surrounded by people because of his appearance.
Ye Qingtang could hear the sarcasm in Lin Weiyuan's words. She glanced at Jiang Yisheng, who was cheering for her, and a smile appeared in her eyes.
To Ye Qingtang, the warmth between brothers from the same sect was the most precious thing she had.
She looked up at Lin Weiyuan, who had a look of disdain on his face.
Lin Weiyuan laughed coldly. "What a pity. In this arena, we compete in strength and not looks. If I am careless and hurt Miss Ye's beauty, I hope Miss Ye won't cry."
Ye Qingtang smiled and said, "I'm not that worried."
"Oh?"
Ye Qingtang's gaze swept across Lin Weiyuan's face. "There's no difference whether you're injured or not."
Lin Weiyuan's eyes darkened.
How dare she call him ugly!
Ye Qingtang had never cared about her appearance. After three hundred years of experience, she had long seen through her beauty. In her previous life, she had also lived for a long time without a face, but she had never taken it to heart. On the other hand, Lin Weiyuan's heart was even uglier than his face.
She wouldn't let him have his way.
"You have a glib tongue. I want to see if you can still speak so eloquently after you've been defeated!" Lin Weiyuan's eyes flashed coldly as he drew his sword and charged forward.
Lin Weiyuan charged forward with his sword, and a strong gust of wind blew under his feet.
On the high platform, Elder Qian and the others were alarmed, and worry appeared on their faces.
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