What was the meaning of this? He hadn't even made a move, and he was already giving in?
Seeing Wei zixu's submissive appearance, the spectating disciples burst into laughter. Elder Xie was so angry that his face turned black. You embarrassed me the moment you went on stage, why don't you just forfeit?
"Senior brother Wei, don't worry. I'll be merciful. We'll stop here." Ye Xiaoqi said in a natural and unrestrained manner.
"Then I'll have to thank Junior Sister ye." Wei zixu heaved a sigh of relief and said.
"Begin!" Wei zixu and elder Xie's old face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and they announced the start of the competition.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard ye Xiaoqi's clear shout,""Clear cold sword intent, technique!" The long sword pointed into the distance, and a sword light flew out. Wei zixu had just raised his long sword when he was slapped in the face by this sword light, and like a Fallen Leaf in the autumn, he was sent flying.
