Gu Lianxing on the side smiled and said, "Ling Hong, you are so brave, you dare to go on stage."

"He has no chance of winning against Sister Shangshui."

Ye Liu smiled and nodded.

At this time, within the confines of the competition arena, the Sword Palace referee shouted, "Start."

However, what is surprising is that the battle did not start.

And, something even more surprising happened suddenly.

Shui Ninghan smiled, looked at the Sword Palace referee, and said, "I admit defeat in this battle."

"What?" The Sword Palace referee was surprised.

In the surrounding spectator seats, the warriors watching the competition were stunned for a moment, and then were startled, "What?"

The whole place was in an uproar instantly.

"Admit defeat?" Xiao Yi also frowned.

"What tricks is this woman playing?" Ran Qi also frowned.

Within the scope of the competition arena.

The Sword Palace referee frowned and said, "Master Shui, do you know what it means if you admit defeat now?"

"This is the last battle."

"If you admit defeat, you will never have the chance to continue fighting."

"Even if you are stronger than Young Palace Master Ran Qi, Young Palace Master Ye Liu and others, you have no chance to fight again."

"If you admit defeat, our referee will also take away your lottery number."

"That is to say, if you lose this battle, your quota will no longer be available to you."

"I know the rules." Shui Ninghan nodded and smiled, "It's just that I'm not interested in the quota."

"Just here to compete."

After saying that, Shui Ninghan's figure flashed, left the range of the competition arena, and returned to the spectator seats.

This move will mean that he automatically abstains from voting.

…

at the same time.

Far away in the Central Territory, in an ancient place.

A woman was carefully cooking a red fruit of different colors in front of her, which exuded radiant colors.

Behind him, an old man suddenly arrived, knelt on one knee and said a few words respectfully.

"What? Yiyi is back? The opening of the Ancient Emperor's Tomb will be at least one month later, she..."

When the woman heard this, her expression changed.

The next second, wait for the old man to continue reporting.

The woman's face suddenly turned as cold as frost, "Is it because of that brat again?"

"I told you, he is not worthy of you."

The woman's face suddenly turned gloomy.

In front of him, the brilliant red fruit that he was carefully preparing suddenly shattered and turned into nothingness.

"Sage, calm down." The old man's face changed drastically.

He knew very well that there were only a few of those red fruit trees in the entire Holy Moon Sect.

On weekdays, it is the thing that the Holy King loves the most and cooks with the most care.

Today, it turned directly into nothingness.

The woman narrowed her eyes, "It seems that if you don't completely cut off your thoughts, you will never be able to forget this boy, and you will never be able to inherit my mantle with peace of mind."

"Send Elder Jingyue to come." The woman said coldly.

There was murderous intent in his words.

"Yes." The old man responded, bowed and left.

Sixth update. (explosion)
Chapter completed!