Ning Rongrong took off at a quick pace, her short little legs carrying her out of the group.
Afraid that something might happen to Ning Rongrong, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples simply followed behind her.
"Darn it! Didn't Dad say that everyone coming here this time would be a Soul Master genius over twelve years old? Why is there a boy who looks so young?"
Ning Rongrong had lived in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect since she was little. That was precisely why she had developed such a fearless personality.
Having just awakened with innate level-nine Soul Power this year, she was extremely proud of herself.
However.
Perhaps it was because there were so many geniuses coming and going here.
Or perhaps it was because she was so short, with such little legs.
She had barely jumped down from the high platform when, in the blink of an eye, she lost sight of Ye Xuan and Hu Liena.
And so.
She darted back and forth through the crowd.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples watched with their hearts in their throats.
If anything happened to their sect's little princess, whether she got bruised or bumped,
they would definitely be punished.
Just as Ning Rongrong was still searching for Ye Xuan,
she suddenly failed to watch her step.
She tripped.
Seeing that she was about to fall the next second,
Ning Rongrong nervously shut her eyes.
But even after waiting a long while, she didn't feel herself hit the ground.
When she opened her eyes,
she saw a hand as white as jade holding her by the back of her collar.
Before her stood a fair-faced boy, a trace of concern between his brows.
It was Ye Xuan.
"Are you all right?"
Hearing him ask,
Ning Rongrong froze for a moment.
Then she shook her head vigorously.
"I-I'm fine."
When she heard that she was fine, Ye Xuan helped her up and reached out to pat her little head.
"Be careful. There are people everywhere here. If you run around, you could easily get hurt."
At the same time,
elsewhere,
Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo happened to see "some unknown little boy" patting their precious daughter on the head.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
Bone Douluo's clenched fist gave off a series of cracking sounds.
Ning Fengzhi's face was just as dark.
But soon,
they noticed the Spirit Hall insignia on Ye Xuan's clothes.
"Fengzhi, that brat seems to be the second disciple of Pope Bibi Dong."
The veins on Bone Douluo's forehead rose slightly, forming a big character for "well."
His expression was also somewhat ferocious.
It looked as if, at a word from Ning Fengzhi,
he would go and beat Ye Xuan black and blue.
"Uncle Bone, please calm down..."
Truthfully, Ning Fengzhi was also extremely unhappy. His precious daughter had only ever been close to him and Sword and Bone Douluo.
And now some "unknown outsider" had gone and patted his beloved daughter on the head.
"Junior Brother, what are you...?"
Just then, Hu Liena, standing beside Ye Xuan, noticed Ning Rongrong, whose head Ye Xuan was patting.
At the sight,
the corner of her eye twitched.
Good grief.
He'd actually patted the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect on the head in front of everyone.
If her father saw this,
he'd probably want to chop her junior brother into pieces and bury him in the wilderness.
Thinking this, Hu Liena looked around.
But when she saw Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo standing in the distance, both staring at her junior brother with dark expressions,
her heart sank halfway.
So those two old men had watched in person as her junior brother patted Ning Rongrong's head.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples following behind Ning Rongrong had all turned to stone at the sight.
Good grief.
They couldn't even bring themselves to meet Ning Rongrong's eyes, and now someone had gone straight to pat her on the head.
"Junior Brother, let's head to the arena. Since we came all this way, we should show them what we can do."
Hearing Hu Liena's words, Ye Xuan finally took his hand off Ning Rongrong's head.
"Okay, Senior Sister. Let's go."
Ye Xuan got up to leave.
Just as he was about to go,
he felt someone grab his hand.
Ye Xuan: (⊙_⊙)???
"Where are you going to play? Rongrong wants to come with you!"
Hearing this, the corner of Ye Xuan's eye twitched, while Hu Liena's brain promptly shut down.
Bone Douluo, standing in the distance, was so enraged by the sight that his Martial Soul was about to appear.
"Uh..."
Ye Xuan was the first to recover. After a moment's thought, he finally nodded.
"You can come along, but you have to stay by our side and behave. No running off."
When the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples heard Ye Xuan's words, they turned to stone once again.
But what shocked them even more was that
their little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect actually nodded solemnly and agreed!
"Mm-hmm! I promise I won't run off."
The young geniuses who had come here were nearly all between Soul Grandmaster and Soul Elder in strength.
Hu Liena was twelve years old, yet her Soul Power had already reached level thirty-one, making her a Soul Elder.
It was safe to say that, at the same age, her talent left everyone else dozens of streets behind.
Half a quarter of an hour later.
On the arena.
"Third Soul Skill, Wrath of the Thunder God!"
Terrifying blue lightning snakes swept across the entire arena.
As a genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan with innate level-eight Soul Power, second only in talent to Yu Tianheng,
the fifteen-year-old Yu Tianxin had already cultivated to the Soul Elder realm, at level thirty-three.
However,
his face was extremely pale, and most of the Soul Power in his body had already been spent.
Hu Liena, his opponent, wore a faint smile. It was clear she hadn't used her full strength in this fight.
"You lose."
A thin thread of Soul Power appeared in Hu Liena's palm, striking straight at Yu Tianxin's spiritual world and shattering it.
"Thud!"
Yu Tianxin collapsed unconscious and fell off the arena.
The factions who had been chatting animatedly on the other side naturally noticed what had happened on the arena.
They couldn't help but marvel that Hu Liena truly was a disciple of Pope Bibi Dong.
She had defeated the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's greatest genius, Yu Tianxin, with such ease.
However,
the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's vice clan leader, Yu Luomian, who had come here, looked especially grim.
No faction wanted to see its greatest genius so easily defeated by a prodigy from another faction.
Seeing his cousin lose so miserably, Yu Tianheng immediately prepared to take the arena and fight Hu Liena.
Hu Liena saw that he still wanted to come and get beaten, but she didn't refuse.
But the very next second,
Ye Xuan appeared beside Hu Liena.
"Senior Sister, let me take this fight."
At that moment,
Ye Xuan's sudden appearance caught everyone off guard.
After all,
in their eyes, Ye Xuan was nothing more than a greenhorn.
No matter how strong he was, he was still only a one-ring Soul Master.
Against Yu Tianheng, a level-twenty-five Soul Grandmaster,
he was just asking to get beaten.
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