"I want this item!"
At that moment, a voice rang out from the stage. A streak of azure light flashed forth, and Yan Ying appeared once more beside Fang Ge.
"It's him again!"
Fang Ge frowned when he saw Yan Ying. His gaze swept across the reed shelters. At this moment, the many disciples within them were all frowning. Even those who had intended to compete for it had lost the desire to do so.
Even several disciples from White Jade Mountain Sword Gate Peak, including the sword fanatic Jiang Xinni, had no wish to take the stage.
Just as he was about to speak, a figure emerged from the fifth reed shelter on the left and said mildly,
"I have taken a liking to this prize as well. Would Senior Brother Yan be willing to oblige?"
Yang Huai seemed to cross a single step and appear to Fang Ge's right.
Yan Ying's eyes settled on Yang Huai. He frowned slightly, then suddenly said,
"So it is Junior Brother Yang. Could it be that, because you rank ahead of me on the list, you think you can have me in the bag this time?"
He wore a smile, yet there was no mirth in his expression.
Yang Huai smiled faintly.
"Since entering the sect, I have rarely received visitors. I never expected Senior Brother Yan to know me as well."
Yan Ying snorted coldly and said indifferently,
"It seems Junior Brother Yang is still harboring wishful thoughts. Since that is the case, let us have a match. Let everyone rely on their own methods!"
His expression remained calm.
Both of them were ranked on the All-Spirits Ranking. A higher rank did not necessarily mean greater strength.
This was because the All-Spirits Ranking had a special mechanism. If a challenger first