The sect's grand competition continued.
Yan Yuqing went on stage twice more.
With her previous great victory, her mindset was excellent, and her performance was extraordinary.
She won two consecutive victories.
"Martial uncle, one more victory and I'll be in the top ten."
She was beaming with confidence.
This was her best performance in several competitions.
However, as the final ten matches were arranged.
The smile on Yan Yuqing's face disappeared.
The last ten matches were between the best performing disciples in this competition.
The difficulty was naturally greater than before.
In the ninth match, Yan Yuqing would face a female disciple named Luo Tianjiao.
"It's her?"
Cheng Xiaoleng rubbed his forehead: "Yuqing, didn't you check the almanac before you left the house?"
Chai Yingrong looked sympathetic: "You have such bad luck."
"The two strongest disciples in this competition are Feng Haoyuan and Luo Tianjiao."
"And you've encountered both of them!"