Amidst the applause and cheers, Wang Xiaoqiang walked down from the arena at a leisurely pace. His duel with the short, chubby guy was thrilling and unexpected — not only did he win, but he also taught that short, chubby guy a lesson and subdued the arrogance of the older folks, boosting the morale of the newcors.
Qingxue and Qingwen had not yet participated in the competition. Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang walk down, they approached him to congratulate him,
Qingxue said, "Little Qiang, you're really amazing, you've made us newcors proud."
Wang Xiaoqiang smiled faintly and said, "It's a pity I didn't make that old guy crawl through my legs..."
Qingxue frowned slightly, "Why are you n all so fond of crude humor?"
Wang Xiaoqiang chuckled. Just as he was about to say sothing, there was a sudden loud boom from one of the rings. The three of them quickly turned their heads to see a newcor being blasted off the stage by an old man with a single sword strike. His chest caved in, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood — it was clear he wouldn't survive.
The old man looked at the newcor who had fallen off the stage, smiled smugly, and beckoned to recall his Immortal Sword. It was a sword over three feet long, both long and wide, entirely yellow, exuding a heavy, earth-yellow glow. The entire sword carried an ancient and hefty aura, giving an impression of weight, as if it were not a sword but a heavy hamr.
"Hmph! Such a ruthless move, to kill a newcor with one sword," Wang Xiaoqiang looked at the newcor who had fallen off the stage, then gazed at the old man onstage, or rather, stared at the old man's face. Showing a hint of rage, he said, "That old scoundrel has an Earth Elental Spirit Root, with abundant Earth Elent Immortal Liquid in his body. The Immortal Sword he uses is also an Earth Attribute Magic Treasure, perfectly combining his cultivation base and magic treasure to unleash incredible power, capable of defeating opponents across realms..."
Qingwen looked at the lifeless newcor under the stage, feeling uneasy, and said, "I don't want to wait any longer, the longer I wait, the less confident I feel. You two must make sure to back up..."
"Don't worry, just go compete," Wang Xiaoqiang nodded in assurance, "I guarantee your safety."
Qingwen gave Wang Xiaoqiang a trusting look, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Without Wang Xiaoqiang backing her from below the stage, she'd really be a bit scared, after all, this tournant is akin to a life-and-death battle where one can easily lose their life. The dead newcor earlier was a vivid example.
At this mont, Qingwen hesitated no longer. With a wave of her hand, a mass of Immortal Liquid shot out, forming a mat that lifted her body, elevating her toward the stage.
Watching Qingwen's graceful figure being lifted by the Immortal Liquid, paired with her unparalleled beauty, was a breathtaking sight. Her clothes fluttered like an Immortal Maiden of the Nine Heavens, inciting a thunderous applause from the audience below. At this mont, eighty percent of the audience gathered toward Qingwen's stage,
Attractive won are popular everywhere.
As Qingwen ascended the stage, a man flew up from below — he was the old man who drew the sa lot number as Qingwen,
The old man was a bald guy over three hundred years old, with only a few sparse hairs on his head, unattractive in appearance, but his cultivation level was not low, being at the Great Luo Golden Immortal Ninth Liquid Realm. Judging from his age, he should have surpassed this level long ago but had not yet entered the Purple Mansion Immortal. However, having spent many years at this level, his strength was certainly formidable, far superior to any cultivators at the sa stage.
Once the bald old man was on stage, he fixed his small beady eyes onto Qingwen in a lewd manner. Despite his age, his lustful desires were obviously still intact, unable to control himself at the sight of a beautiful woman.
Being stared at lustfully by him gave Qingwen goosebumps all over. She imdiately unsheathed her Immortal Sword, glaring coldly at him with a face full of disdain.
The bald old man, with a wave of his right hand, suddenly appeared to have a drum in it.
It was a yellow leather drum, seemingly unremarkable at first glance. However, it's rare to see a drum used as a Magic Treasure, making it appear sowhat unconventional and bizarre.
Below the stage, Wang Xiaoqiang noticed the yellow leather drum in the bald old man's hand, then swept his gaze over the old man's Spirit Root, and imdiately his heart skipped a beat. He realized the old man had Wood and Earth Elental Spirit Roots, while the yellow leather drum in his hand, although very ordinary as a magic treasure, upon activating his Heaven-Opening Eye, Wang Xiaoqiang saw that it was crafted from a special kind of wood — a Wood Attribute Magic Treasure.
Wood Essence Vitality, the power of growth is a terrifying force. A tiny seed buried in the earth can break through a crust several tis its own size — that's the fearso power of growth,
If this power of growth were to be augnted by the heavy force of the Earth Attribute, its power would double,
And with the bald old man onstage having a Wood and Earth Elental Spirit Root, combined with his Wood Attribute yellow leather drum magic treasure, his strength would be terrifyingly powerful.
"Not good, Qingwen is in trouble," Wang Xiaoqiang exclaid quietly.
Alard by his words, Qingxue glared at Wang Xiaoqiang and said, "The match hasn't even started, what nonsense are you spouting? How inauspicious."
"If that bald old man doesn't yield to Qingwen, Qingwen is sure to lose. If that bald old man is ruthless, Qingwen will be in mortal danger..."
"Hey, zip your crow mouth. They're both at the Great Luo Golden Immortal Ninth Liquid Realm, equally matched. Qingwen may not necessarily win, but she won't be in life-threatening danger, right?" Qingxue scolded, covering Wang Xiaoqiang's mouth with her hand.
Her slender, white, soft, and fragrant fingers rested on his lips. Wang Xiaoqiang's entire body tingled, filled with the pleasing scent, feeling incredibly enjoyable,
Originally, he did not wish to say more, but he deliberately opened his mouth to speak again. Qingxue, seeing him about to talk again, frowned and then covered his mouth with her other hand as well,
Applying force, her fingers pushed into Wang Xiaoqiang's mouth because as he tried to speak, his mouth naturally opened. With the push and the opening, her white, fragrant fingers inevitably slipped into Wang Xiaoqiang's mouth...
Imdiately...
A tingling, like a weak electric current, spread from the center of Wang Xiaoqiang's mouth to both of their bodies. Qingxue felt the tingling sensation travel up her fingers, through her arm, and throughout her body, bringing a mysterious, indescribable sensation, causing her lotus-like, beautiful face to blush imdiately.
Wang Xiaoqiang felt the sa, feeling imnsely enjoyable, prompting him to lick the finger in his mouth...
This lick made Qingxue's body tremble violently, causing her to quickly withdraw her fingers with a low exclamation, then stare at Wang Xiaoqiang with a flushed face, "You, what are you doing?"
"Hey, you're the one who forced your fingers into my mouth, now you're blaming . Besides, it's not sanitary, and I haven't charged you a cleaning fee yet..."
Wang Xiaoqiang spread his hands, looking both helpless, innocent, and justified, with a tinge of criticism and complaint.
Qingxue was both embarrassed and angry, yet there was nothing she could do to Wang Xiaoqiang. Indeed, she was the one who stuck her hand into his mouth, and, admittedly, it was unsanitary.
Wang Xiaoqiang not spitting was already giving face. But clearly, his lick was intentional, and his playful innocence after taking advantage was frustrating. Yet, the lingering, wonderful, indescribable sensation within Qingxue filled her with profound sha, her face flushed with color, leaving her at a loss for words with Wang Xiaoqiang.
"Hey, the competition is starting. Stop throwing a tantrum. Our current task is to keep a close watch on that bald old geezer, and don't let him hurt Qingwen," Wang Xiaoqiang pointed towards the stage, speaking to the still angry Qingxue. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.)
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