A Yushan sect disciple stepped forward and came to the fighting platform.

He held a long cyan ruler and pointed in the direction of the disciples of the Beidou Sword Sect.

Hearing this, Hong Wuyan looked at Qin Futian.

Qin Futian nodded slightly and gave Hong Wuyan a confident look.

Hong Wuyan hummed and took the stage with a spiritual sword in hand.

"What an ugly woman!"

"Is there no one available for the Beidou Sword Sect? They chose such an ugly woman to participate in the Beiyou Competition."

"I don't even want to look at such an ugly woman. It's really disgusting."

Many people started talking loudly.

Generally speaking, after cultivating to the realm of true essence, most people will not judge things by their appearance.

After all, the strong in martial arts are respected, and strong strength means everything.

But at this time, the noise of the people around him was obviously intended to distract Hong Wuyan.

In a battle between warriors, especially when there is not much difference in cultivation and strength, if one party is distracted, it is easy for the other party to seize the flaw.

However, Hong Wuyan turned a deaf ear to the sarcasm of those around her.
Chapter completed!