Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

"Pfft..."

Some onlookers couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

The bald man's face turned bright red with anger.

To everyone's surprise, Yang Xian completely ignored him and turned his gaze to Zhao Tian, ​​whose face was gloomy.

"There are only eight spots available for advancement, and they are for the eight strongest individuals, not for the team with the most players."

"I don't think you guys are in such a hurry to recruit people that you're looking for teammates."

"It's more like...looking for cannon fodder, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tian and the others' faces darkened completely.

Yang Xian saw right through their little scheme.

The martial artists who had initially just been curiously observing Zhao Tian and his group now looked at them differently, and whispers began to circulate.

"I knew it! There's no such thing as a free lunch. They were just looking for scapegoats."

"That guy was pretty quick-witted; he saw through it at a glance."

"We need to be more careful in the future. If someone tries to recruit others to join a team, it's always better to stay away."

"..."

As he listened to the surrounding chatter, the muscles on Zhao Tian's face twitched incessantly.

He stared intently at Yang Xian, his expression gradually turning sinister.

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant."

I'm giving you one last chance.

"Now, kneel down, kowtow to me, apologize, and then obediently join us."

"Otherwise, once we enter the secret realm... I will definitely target you all!"

"Believe it or not, I'll make sure you two are among the first to be eliminated!"

Which martial artist isn't a prominent figure?

Zhao Tian has been publicly humiliated by a mere youth, losing all face.

At that moment, he wished he could tear Yang Xian apart with his bare hands.

"What's wrong?"

"After their lies were exposed, they resorted to personal threats in a fit of rage?"

"You don't actually think you're a spinning top, do you?"

"Anyone can come up and slap you a couple of times, and then you think the whole world revolves around you?"

Yang Xian shrugged.

He didn't take Zhao Tian's threat seriously at all.

Beside her, Zhou Xier made a face, "Spinning top, spinning top! It's already spinning before we've even started spinning it."

"court death!"

Finally, the bald man could no longer contain himself and roared, unleashing a tremendous aura from his body.

Seeing this, the people around quickly stepped back, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

But the next second...

"This is the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association. Private fights are prohibited!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap, made everyone's eardrums buzz.

The bald man was pressed down by an inexplicable aura and froze on the spot.

"If this happens again, you will be disqualified from the competition!"

The voice was calm and its origin was unknown.

The bald man's body trembled slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Brother Zhao.

The fierceness in Zhao Tian's eyes lessened somewhat.

He understood that he wouldn't gain anything by taking action here.

Instead, you'll get yourself involved.

"Kid, you're lucky."

"I hope your luck continues to be this good in the secret realm."

"Let's go!"

After saying that, Zhao Tian led his men and squeezed into the crowd.

There's no point in staying any longer.

With Yang Xian's interference, his "cannon fodder plan" was completely ruined.

No matter how hard he tries, he won't be able to find anyone willing to join him.

"Is that so?" Yang Xian said indifferently.

"In that case, I'll trouble you to bring more points when you come back to find me."

"Once I'm promoted, I'll definitely give you a big credit for your contributions."

Disdain!

Blatant contempt!

Zhao Tian snorted coldly and didn't pursue the matter further, but instead gave Yang Xian a deep look.

The conflict was thus averted.

The crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle gradually dispersed.

"Brother Yang..."

Zhou Xier raised her pretty face.

The small hand that was tightly gripping Yang Xian never let go.

"It's all over now." Yang Xian smiled at the girl.

"Wasn't your phone out of battery?"

"Let me take you back to the hotel; I can help you charge your phone."

"Hmm..." Zhou Xier nodded obediently, letting Yang Xian lead her by the hand and walk out of the hall.

At the same time, she separated a portion of her consciousness and sent it into her mind.

"Another me..."

"Those people were really fierce..."

"Once we're inside the secret realm, please teach them a lesson!"

Soon, a consciousness similar to Xi'er appeared and quietly responded from the depths of her mind.

However, the voice was filled with coldness and indifference.

"no problem!"

"Just a bunch of small fry!"

"I've been annoyed with them for a while now!"

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Canglan Martial Arts University.

Training Course.

"Buzz—"

A streak of purple light tore through the air, and the energy attached to the arrow emitted a sharp whistling sound, pointing directly at a blue figure.

Just before the arrow was about to touch her body, she casually swung her longsword.

"Clang!"

A crisp sword sound rang out.

A crescent-shaped transparent shield instantly took shape.

The purple arrow struck the shield, causing a surge of energy that produced a muffled thud before slowly dissipating.

"Huairou...you've become weaker."

The blue-haired girl sheathed her sword.

She had long, smooth blue hair, delicate and refined features, and a pretty face like a girl next door.

What is most striking is her magnanimous heart.

"I haven't gotten weaker!"

Ye Huairou immediately retorted:

"It must be a problem with this new bow! It's so difficult to use!"

"With more practice, I'm sure I can break through your defenses!"

"Is that so?" The blue-haired girl looked at her quietly, her eyes showing no change.

"But this is the thirty-seventh time you've missed. The true energy in the arrow has dissipated by at least 30% compared to usual."

"Perhaps you could try focusing your attention."

Ever since Ye Huairou returned from her mission outside the city, she has been acting strangely.

He was always distracted, especially during training.

This has never happened before.

"I've been very serious... I've already said it's the bow's fault!" Ye Huairou said stubbornly, but her gaze unconsciously drifted elsewhere.

"I wish the older man were here!"

"His sword is so powerful, it could definitely break through your defenses in one strike!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the training field seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The blue-haired girl's gaze fell on Ye Huairou's face, and she slowly spoke:

"Do you care a lot about the person who saved you?"

"No, that's not true!"

Ye Huairou reacted strongly, pursing her lips, "Who would care about him..."

"But..." The blue-haired girl slowly walked over:

"Starting this morning."

"Including the last time, you've mentioned the word 'uncle' 128 times now."

"..."

A cold wind seemed to blow across the training ground.

Ye Huairou froze on the spot, her face turning red to her ears.

One hundred and twenty-eight times?

Are there... are there that many?

Why don't I feel anything at all?

"No, no! You must be mistaken..."

The blue-haired girl remained noncommittal. "What kind of person is he?"

"Him? He's selfish, annoying, stingy, and always trying to take advantage of others..."

Ye Huairou was about to continue speaking ill of Yang Xian.

But the blue-haired girl interrupted him.

"He's amazing, isn't he?"