Chapter 102
Although Ye Qing Ling's body had been controlled by the Profound Yin Sword, her consciousness was still there.
At this moment, a sense of fear arose in her heart when she saw her brother's cold eyes and the way he fought head-on without a care for his life.
How could the cowardly eighth brother who she had always looked down upon have such a strong aura?
What kind of magic did Ye Qing Luo have?
Not only was she reborn, she could also change the people around her!
Thinking of Ye Qing Luo, Ye Qing Ling's heart burned with jealousy.
"I wanted to spare your life! Well, the game is over! "
The Profound Yin Qi surged in Ye Qing Ling's eyes.
In an instant, countless chilly auras blossomed from her body.
The long sword that was confronting her brother began to tremble.
"Not good! She has merged with the evil sword! "Old Man Cang's anxious voice came.
Merged into one?
Ye Qing Luo's face turned pale.
Ye Qing Ling actually hated her that much?
Even at the cost of sacrificing herself, she wanted to put her brother to death?
Becoming one with the evil sword that controlled him was equivalent to completely offering his soul to the evil sword of Oblivion.
If she was lucky, she could still pull out her consciousness from the evil sword.
But if she was unlucky …
She would be devoured by the evil sword and become its food!
"Girl, if you want to save your brother's life, leave here immediately and find the Master of Justice to admit defeat on his behalf!" Old Man Cang quickly gave a solution.
Admit defeat?
Ye Feng Yu had held on until now for this opportunity to enter the academy.
He … would not agree to admit defeat …
"Don't think so much, that kid still has one more chance to enter the academy. He still has another chance when the Heavenly Academy recruits new students!" Old Man Cang's voice became more and more impatient. "Staying alive is more important than anything else!"
Even if he lost his life, he would still lose this match.
Keep his life and he would still have a future to fight for.
Old Man Cang would not say this for no reason.
Ye Qing Luo took a deep look at the stage, at the corner of his mouth overflowing with blood but still stubbornly refused to let go.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
She condensed her consciousness and returned to the audience area.
Zi Ling saw Ye Qing Luo moving and anxiously grabbed her arm: "Miss, Eighth Young Master … Eighth Young Master he …"
Before he could finish speaking, a bag of superior profound stones had already been stuffed into his hand.
Ye Qing Luo's figure speedily moved around the spectator's area. Her footsteps were strange and after a few twists and turns, she was already behind the main stage.
Behind the main stage, there were several tables.
A few elders in white robes were sitting there lazily.
Ye Qing Luo noticed that the medals embedded on their robes were different.
They are bar-shaped and of different colors.
It should represent their status in the Heavenly Academy.
Ye Qing Luo's gaze swiftly searched and finally fixed on an elderly man.
The old man was sleeping on the table. Beside him, there were two words written in a flamboyant style — Justice.
Ye Qing Luo couldn't see the badge on his chest so she assumed that this should be the Master of Justice.
Ye Qing Luo walked over.
The few masters who were still chatting with each other suddenly stopped talking at this moment. Each of them widened their eyes and looked at Ye Qing Luo in astonishment.
"That's not Old Man Gui You. That girl actually … actually walked towards Old Man Gui You!"
"Little girl, do you want to die? How dare you disturb Old Man Gui You's sleep! "
"Will someone die?"
"It will affect the school spirit of the Heavenly Academy!"
A group of people were discussing over there.
Ye Qing Luo didn't ponder who Old Man Gui You was at this moment.