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Huang Muyun joined the crowd of onlookers with a dejected expression.

Gu Fan's promise made him feel a little better, but he still couldn't hide his disappointment at the defeat.

After the two men cleared the battlefield, the blue-robed cultivator drew two more bamboo sticks, and two more male cultivators fell to the ground.

One of them was a kind-looking young man who practiced earth-based techniques and wielded a mountain-breaking hammer.

The other person was much more handsome, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that shone with a gentle light. The magic weapon he used was a folding fan with a dragon painted in ink on its surface.

Both of them were at the late stage of Qi Refining. The man wielding the folding fan was one of the four people Gu Fan had previously been paying attention to, so Gu Fan watched with great interest.

The man wielding the folding fan cast a spell, and the dragon on the fan soared out, surrounded by layers of clouds, heading straight for the honest young man. At the same time, the folding fan continued to fan, sending out wind blades.

The man with the folding fan was extremely agile, while the simple-minded young man, although he immediately cast an earth-yellow shield spell on himself and his mountain-breaking hammer was quite powerful, was still unable to catch his opponent.

"The outcome is already decided." Gu Fan shook his head slightly.

Sure enough, a moment later, the honest young man exhausted his magic power, was drenched in sweat and panting heavily, and had no choice but to admit defeat.

He was already exhausted from fighting the dragon and guarding against the wind blades. Even though he had exhausted all his methods, he still could not get close to his opponent and could only be worn down.

Admitting defeat in time can save you from suffering.

He lost because of the tactical countermeasures rather than his cultivation level, which made him quite upset. Even after admitting defeat, he still muttered resentfully.

The young man with the folding fan ignored him and flew to the woman in purple with a smile. He looked calm and said something that made the woman in purple chuckle again.

Just then, another group of opponents was drawn, and the person who went down made Gu Fan's gaze sharpen.

Liuqin, like a light, drifting leaf, landed on the battlefield and knelt in a respectful bow to her opponent.

"Liu Qin greets fellow Daoist, and hopes that you will go easy on her."

Her gentle words, like a spring breeze, made her opponent, a thin, middle-aged man in brown, grin.

"Of course, of course."

The middle-aged man in brown said this, but when the referee gave the order, he waved his hand and released a cloud of gray sand. Hundreds of grains of sand swirled up a dust cloud and surrounded Liu Qin with a cold glint.

Liu Qin naturally didn't believe that the other party would really show mercy, so she immediately released a blue brocade protective shield. At the same time, she lightly waved her sleeve, and twelve dark green flying needles flew out.

Because of their small size and high speed, flying needle magic weapons are known as "yin weapons" in the cultivation world. The fact that Liu Qin used them at this moment was even more unexpected.

One second he was smiling and begging the other to show mercy, the next he was maneuvering his flying needles into inky afterimages, heading straight for the other's vital points.

Gu Fan squinted at the scene and nodded slightly.

"A top-grade flying needle magic weapon, and a set of twelve at that. It seems the Bai family has really invested a lot."

The middle-aged man in brown robes was also quite experienced in combat. Even when the flying needles came, he did not panic. Instead, he immediately released a metal round shield to block the path of the flying needles. At the same time, he threw two spirit talismans in his hand, which turned into water snakes and wrapped around Liu Qin.

The two fought back and forth for a while, and their faces turned somewhat pale.

One of Liu Qin's sleeves was caught in the divine sand, shattering into countless fragments and revealing half of her snow-white arm.

The middle-aged man in brown was pricked in the thigh by a flying needle, but fortunately he dodged in time and his bones were not injured.

But the stinging pain in his thigh angered the man in brown. He gritted his teeth and pulled out a stack of talismans, throwing them out one by one, forcing Liu Qin to dodge them left and right.

Otherwise, even if she blocks all attacks, she will run out of mana.

The scales seem to be tipping little by little toward the middle-aged man in brown.

Just then, the middle-aged man in brown robes, who was about to throw out the talisman, trembled and began to convulse.

He quickly looked down and saw that the wound, which had already been sealed, was slowly oozing dark green blood, and the area around the wound was completely black.

"The flying needles are poisonous!" the man in brown exclaimed in shock and anger.

"I had no other choice. My magical power is not as profound as yours, so I had to resort to this measure. I hope you will forgive me."

Liu Qin stopped dodging, and her slightly pale face regained its gentle smile. She said softly, "Fellow Daoist, don't worry. This poison takes effect very slowly, otherwise you wouldn't have only noticed it now."

"If you admit defeat, I will give you an antidote."

The man in brown was unwilling to give up. He gritted his teeth, took out a bottle of his usual antidote pills from his storage bag, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Liu Qin did not stop him; instead, with her beautiful eyes gazing at him, she allowed the man in brown to take the elixir.

A few breaths later, the brown-clad man's expression turned even more grim. The blackness from his wounds spread, and even his neck began to emanate a black aura.

"This poison of mine is not so easy to cure, fellow Daoist, you'd better admit defeat as soon as possible," Liu Qin advised softly.

"Hmph, as expected, the most poisonous heart is that of a woman." The man in brown grinned and cursed, then had no choice but to admit defeat.

After the opponent conceded defeat, Liu Qin did not break her promise in front of everyone. She decisively took out an antidote pill and handed it to the opponent. After the middle-aged man in brown took the pill, pus and blood kept flowing from his wound, and the black color quickly faded, which meant that the poison had been neutralized.

Above the clouds, Gu Fan watched this scene in silence.

"Perhaps I have never truly known the real Liuqin."

......

One magical duel followed another, and the fifteen duels ended in less than an hour.

The players that Gu Fan was specifically watching all won their matches decisively.

It is worth mentioning that the woman in purple changed her charming demeanor during the battle. The moment the battle began, she disappeared in full view of everyone, and no amount of divine sense could detect her presence.

Her opponent, a black-robed youth in the late stage of Qi Refining, tensed up at the sight, but before he could react, the woman in purple emerged from his shadow, wielding a dagger that broke through his protective spell and stabbed straight at his back.

If she hadn't held back and missed a vital spot, that single blow would have killed the black-robed youth.

"Yin Spirit Root!"

When Gu Fan saw her emerge from the shadows, this thought instantly popped into his mind.

In one year, Gu Fan had read through all the jade slips on the first floor of Chenxing Pavilion.

Although many cultivation techniques and secret arts could not be practiced due to the limitations of spiritual roots, the knowledge gained was vastly different from before.

The purple-clad woman's method of hiding in the shadows was a signature spell of a mid-grade Yin-attribute cultivation technique.

In the cultivation world, spiritual roots are divided into seven types: Yin and Yang, and the Five Elements. However, they are not evenly distributed. Among the Five Elements, earth and wood spiritual roots are the most common, followed by water and fire spiritual roots, while metal spiritual roots are the rarest.

But if we're talking about the rarest, it's undoubtedly the Yin-Yang spiritual root.

The woman in purple easily won the duel, and the two male cultivators in white immediately surrounded her and showered her with praise.

However, the strange and cunning nature of the Yin Spirit Root caused everyone present to fall into silence.