My wife is a reborn big boss

While the group was talking, the audience seats were already full.

Master Ziyang stood on the high platform, about to speak.

"Hmm..." He pondered for a few seconds before saying, "Everyone, eat and drink well, eat and drink well, that's all."

"..." The entire room fell silent.

The elders standing behind him stared fiercely at his back.

He awkwardly turned his neck and said to Zhao Xiling and Ximen Ji in the arena, "Anyway, you two just need to show your style, your flair, that is... well... the winner can make a request. So, let's begin the competition."

An elder behind him sighed and stepped forward: "The finals of this 'Taiqing First Martial Arts Tournament' shall officially begin!"

Leaving aside the three brothers in the commentary booth who were performing a comedy routine, let's just talk about the two who were competing against each other.

Zhao Xiling drew her sword and waited intently.

Simon took a deep breath, his body crackling with electricity, and vanished from his spot in an instant!

In the next instant, he appeared within ten feet behind Zhao Xiling!

With his longsword in hand, Ximen Ji unleashed several thrusts in an instant. Due to the sheer speed, to onlookers it appeared as a single thrust!

Just as the longsword was about to pierce Zhao Xiling's shoulder, Zhao Xiling held the sword behind her and drew a semicircle diagonally!

Ding Ding Ding!

Three very quick, soft sounds!

Zhao Xiling's longsword was knocked back by Ximen Ji's force. She turned around and thrust her sword at Ximen Ji's chest!

The longsword pierced through his chest! A gasp rippled through the crowd! But! It was merely an afterimage left by Ximen Ji! His true form had somehow already leaped into the air, his longsword pointing to the sky, unleashing a move called "Lightning Speed ​​Before You Can Cover Your Ears While Stealing a Bell!" He seemed to transform into a bolt of lightning, striking down from the sky!

Zhao Xiling showed neither joy nor sorrow, and a yin-yang symbol appeared beneath her feet!

The instant Ximen Ji's thunderous roar descended, she...

I moved two steps to the side.

boom!

A loud bang!

Simon smashed a huge crater in the ground!

Zhao Xiling covered her face with her hands, stepped back outside the smoke, and looked calmly at the center.

A gentle breeze blew by, the smoke dissipated, and Ximen Ji's figure slowly appeared.

He was bound to the spot by two chains, one black and one white, and could not move.

"Admit defeat," Zhao Xiling said coldly. "You can't break free."

Those who are bound by her "Yin-Yang Lock" have not yet managed to break free.

Of course, this only applies to the acquired realm.

"Indeed," Ximen Ji smiled. "I cannot break free. But..."

Iron sand flew up from the ground around him and condensed into several flying swords.

"I haven't lost yet! Take this! 'Soaring Through the Sky...'"

"The Sword of Iron Sand! It's the Sword of Iron Sand!" Wu Qiong, the commentator, suddenly shouted excitedly.

Ximen Ji's lips twitched slightly as he continued, "'The Void Flight Absolute...'"

"Ximen Ji unleashed a move called 'Iron Sand Sword,' aiming straight for Zhao Xiling's face! But Zhao Xiling remained unfazed, blah blah blah..." Wu Qiong continued his passionate commentary.

"Iron Sand Sword! Bah! Soaring Shadow!" Ximen Ji, who had been led astray, was pulled back at the last moment. Several flying swords formed from iron sand shot out from the air, heading straight for Zhao Xiling's face!

"Five 'Iron Sand Swords' aimed straight at Zhao Xiling! But she remained fearless, standing still! Ah? She was pierced through the chest by the flying swords! But why was there no blood? It turns out that what remained in place was a Yin-Yang clone! Her true form appeared in front of Ximen Ji! But Ximen Ji was confident, he still had 'Lightning Slash,' 'Thousand Birds,' 'Lightning Strike,' and 'Railgun' to use! The outcome was still uncertain! Ah?" Wu Qiong's explanation came to an abrupt end.

This was because Zhao Xiling's longsword was already positioned across Ximen Ji's neck.

"I lost." Simon gave a wry smile and readily admitted defeat.

"You're not up to par, Brother Ximen! Where are your special moves? Where are your sword and saber skills? You haven't fallen for someone, have you? Be careful, or I'll tell your wife!" Wu Qiong spouted nonsense.

Ximen Ji curled his lip and pretended not to hear. If he could beat Wu Qiong, he would have already gone up and beaten him.

"You flatter me." Zhao Xiling sheathed her sword, turned around, and stopped looking at him.

Ximen Ji silently walked up to the commentary platform, planning to get a special meal later before going back.

His wife and daughter didn't come today.

"Brother Ximen, you're too weak! Didn't you learn anything from our previous duel?" Wu Qiong said, heartbroken.

The reason for his deep sorrow is that he placed a bet with Master Ziyang yesterday, betting that Ximen Ji would win the final, and won three taels of silver.

"Hehe, after my defeat to Brother Wu, I reflected deeply on my experience and gained some insights. Not long ago, I received the honorary title of one of the top ten masters in Anzhou City," Ximen said politely.

Having been defeated by Wu Qiong in one move, he had no idea what he could learn from it.

"The top ten experts of Anzhou City?" Li Jianshi asked doubtfully. "Our Xuantian Sect is located in Anzhou. To be honest, with Young Master Ximen's strength..."

They probably hired an online army, right?

Ximen Ji smiled slightly: "I was referring to Anzhou City, not Anzhou."

"..." Li Jianshi was powerless to refute.

Seeing that Shi'er had suffered a minor verbal setback, Wu Qiong couldn't sit still any longer: "Brother Ximen can make it into the top ten experts in Anzhou City, while the last one on the Heavenly Ranking is a Xiantian expert. But the tenth-ranked expert from your top sects might already be a 'Dao Fa Zi Ran' expert. Don't these rankings have any standards? The Great Zhou's rankings are too unreliable."

"Ah Qiong, it's not good to talk badly about people behind their backs." The magical conch shell spoke up: "There are so many hidden masters in the world. Maybe you can find the number one master in any random village who is at the 'Dao Fa Zi Ran Realm'."

For example, in Xizhao Village, there is a person named He Jinxi who is ranked second on the Heavenly Ranking.

"Master is about to speak," Ye Qingxuan, whose expression remained gentle, concluded.

So everyone's attention turned to the arena.

"Little Ling'er, just tell me what you want. As long as it's within my power, I'll do it for you." Master Ziyang smiled broadly; Zhao Xiling had helped him win a lot of money.

Except for a certain passerby surnamed Wu.

That's right, Wu only bet three taels of silver on Ximen Ji's win, but bet one hundred taels of silver on Zhao Xiling's win.

All of this money was obtained from Xiaobai Shier.

Being a kept man is so delicious!

"Disciple has no other request." Zhao Xiling's expression was firm: "Disciple only wishes to have a fair fight with someone, and hopes that Master will grant my request."

"You want to challenge Little Xuanzi, don't you? Don't you know what you're thinking?" Master Ziyang said with a smile.

He was quite pleased to see his two apprentices paired up.

Although the sect leader cannot marry, what's the difference between being lifelong Daoist partners and getting married? Doesn't Sikong Tiezhu frequent brothels every day?

This is what they call "when there are policies from above, there are countermeasures from below."

However, Zhao Xiling rejected him without hesitation.

"No, the person I want to challenge is..." She bit her lip lightly, making up her mind: "Senior Sister Zhang."

Master Ziyang's smile froze, then he asked curiously, "Little Ling'er, why are you challenging her?"

Her strength is on a completely different level from yours.

"Reporting to Master," Zhao Xiling pursed her lips and said, "I usually cultivate diligently, but Senior Sister Zhang is very indifferent to cultivation. Yet, Master and my fellow disciples all say she is stronger than me. But we have never had a competition, so... this disciple is not convinced."

Master Ziyang stared at her for a long time, then took out his pipe, lit it, and started puffing away: "Since you've already made up your mind... fine, then let you have a match with her."

Sometimes, you only realize how terrifying talent can be after you've truly put in the effort.

"Little Yu'er?" Master Ziyang asked.

No one answered.

"Little Yu'er!" Master Ziyang raised his voice.

Still no one answered.

He looked around and suddenly realized that someone seemed to be missing.

"Where is Xiaoyu'er?" Master Ziyang asked an elder in a low voice.

The elder's expression was grim: "I sent my disciple to look for her, and he said... she was telling fortunes outside the arena, but she fell asleep while doing it."

Master Ziyang: "..."