NOVEL SIMPLE With a huge thump, Nangong Ye and Qiuyuan Yi battled face to face again.
Then they parted, Nangong Ye fell to the ground and stood steadily with a pale face yet seemingly nothing wrong with him could be told.
But the situation of Qiuyuan Yi was not as good as Nangong Ye, he instant crumpled. His otherworldly purple dress got dirty and his face was pale and even transparent with blood stain on his mouth.
The sharp contrast made others clearly know who was to win while who lose.
“Nangong Ye wins!” A loud voice rang out. The game was set.
Qiuyuan Ye struggled to stand and made a fist-palm salute. Calm indifference instead of frustration appeared on his face though he lost the game. His generosity was respectable.
“Thank you for the game.” Nangong Ye also made a fist-palm salute.
Then they turned around and left the ring.
Just at the moment a cheer went up from the audience. The cheer was given to both the winner Nangong Ye and Qiuyuan Yi because the win was glorious and the failure was generous.
Back to his seat, Nangong Ye took the pill bottle out of his arms and took a pill. He suffered a lot of injuries though he won the game.
After he took a pill, suspicion aroused from Nangong Ye’s eyes. He didn’t think he really won the game though it was concluded that he won.
He was two levels above QiuyuanYi but they fought for a long time before he defeated him. Qiuyuan Yi indeed got hurt but Nangong Ye also wasn’t in good condition.
Hadn’t he had the chronic disease, no one could predict which level Qiuyuan Yi’s cultivation would be.
But fortunately, Qiuyuan Yi couldn’t be a threat even if he had a good talent. A man who didn’t have future wouldn’t be his rival.
Thinking of this, Nangong Ye felt a lot more comfortable.
No one could tell what Nangong Ye was thinking of. What people saw was that he was resting peacefully after taking a pill.
Nangong Tingli was in a good mood while Qiuyuan Lishang was in a bad mood. But he showed his concern over Qiuyuan Yi and let him be sent home to recover instead of blaming him.
Qiuyuan Yi’s disease was unusual after all.
The game of Nangong Ye and Qiuyuan Yi was very marvelous, which made the rest games dull. However, the next two persons who were about to fight aroused the interest of the audience.
“The seventh game, Murong Qingyan VS Murong Qingxue.”
With the loud voice, Murong Qingyan and Murong Qingxue both came to the ring and stood opposite each other.
Murong Qingxue was wearing a white dress that was graceful and luxurious, which made her not only quite elegant but also extraordinary and refined. Her beautiful hair was like dark jade, simply with a flying-fairy bun decorated with a white ribbon, which made her dark cloudy hair softer, brighter and smoother. Her beautiful eyes that was glancing back was like dazzling flowers, and her red lips rippled with a graceful smile.
Murong Qingxue was extraordinary and refined, like a fairy who came to the mortal world by mistake, making people couldn’t take their eyes off her once at a glance.