Some people were greedy, such as Yue Miaojing.
When Yue Miaojing saw that Feng Shu-ling had a space ring, her eyes were filled with greed. She was thinking about how she could take Feng Shu-ling's space ring for herself.
However, many people were concerned about Fung Ya-hsien, so they stopped thinking about it. Only a few people really wanted to take Feng Shu-ling's space ring.
These people knew very well what would happen to Prince Ming, who had offended a Grandmaster Alchemist, who was also a powerful cultivator and came from a powerful family.
Fung Ya-hsien looked around and saw that many people were greedy. She was a little worried.
She had forgotten about this. Spatial rings could be said to be extremely rare and precious.
Even sects and hidden family clans like these did not have many space rings.
After this 50-year competition, she had to change Shu Ling's appearance to avoid unnecessary trouble and danger.
"Prince Ming, please remind Miss Ming to be careful," Ji Deyi said. "A space ring is not an ordinary item."
Before Fung Ya-hsien could say anything, Wei Bo spoke first. "Sect Master Ji, you've gone overboard. With Prince Ming's protection, who would dare to lay a hand on Miss Ming?"
"That's hard to say," Fung Ya-hsien said. "Some people like to sneak up on others. There are too many people who use underhanded tricks."
"No matter how well I protect my sister, I can't guard against everyone's underhanded tricks.
However, it doesn't matter. My family has plenty of ways to track down the person who tried to kill my sister. "
Wei Bo had a strange feeling that Prince Ming's words were directed at him.
He felt that it was very funny.
He was a little greedy for Miss Ming's space ring, but he knew when was the best time to make a move.
"Prince Ming is right."
Fung Ya-hsien looked at Wei Bo, then at Wen Hanjun. She did not say anything else.
Someone noticed that the sword in Feng Shu-ling's hand was not simple.
"The sword that Miss Ming is holding is not an ordinary item. It is at least a Treasure Weapon!"
"Yes, that Sword Qi. Even from so far away, I could feel its sharpness and fear."
"What is the Ming family's background? Their family background is too deep."
"Prince Ming, what grade is the sword in Miss Ming's hand?" Wei Bo asked.
How could Fung Ya-hsien tell Wei Bo that Feng Shu-ling's sword was an immortal weapon?
Telling Wei Bo was the same as telling everyone.
This was bringing trouble and danger to Shu Ling.
Even the least greedy person would think of ways to snatch the immortal weapon from Shu Ling's hands.
The best way was to kill and destroy the evidence.
"It's just a little toy that my family found for my little sister. It's nothing good. It just looks scary."
Ji Deyi knew that Fung Ya-hsien was not telling the truth. He also understood why she did this.
Prince Ming did not say anything because he wanted to protect Miss Ming.
Young Lady Ming already had a spatial ring in her hands. If she had a high-grade weapon, even with Young Master Ming's protection, there would be countless people who would want to kill her and steal her treasures.
Wei Bo also knew that Fung Ya-hsien was not telling the truth. He smiled and did not say anything else.
If Prince Ming refused to join the Lihua Sect, the Sect Leader would kill Prince Ming.
Then, everything in Miss Ming's hands would belong to him.
There was no need to rush.
Fung Ya-hsien narrowed her eyes. It seemed that she needed to intimidate the people here.
In the arena.
Feng Shu-ling held his sword and prepared to fight with Chai Jing. Chai Jing did not have any weapons. He was bare-handed.
Even though Chai Jing's cultivation was higher than Feng Shu-ling's, without a weapon, he was at a disadvantage.
He clenched his right hand into a fist. He poured his cultivation into his right fist and punched towards Feng Shu-ling.
Feng Shu-ling had been training on the Seventh Floor of the Moon Clan for a long time. He no longer looked down on any person or spirit beast.
She held her sword tightly in her right hand and raised it towards the sky.
She swung the sword with all her cultivation towards Chai Jing.
Everyone could see the sharp sword aura in this sword.
Wherever the Sword Qi went, the ground cracked, forming cracks that looked like spider webs.
The people from the various sects and reclusive families were shocked, frightened, and had different thoughts in their minds.
"Damn!
Miss Ming is at the first level of Qi Refining, right?
Where did this sword come from? How can it be so powerful in the hands of a first level Qi Refining? "
"What kind of family is the Ming Clan? Isn't it a bit too rich?"
"If I had this weapon, I would definitely be in the top few."
"I really want this sword."
"You guys take it easy. Young Master Ming is listening.
If you provoke Prince Ming, you will suffer. "
Compared to the people outside the arena, Chai Jing could clearly feel the pressure brought by the sword aura.
Just one sword aura was enough to make him unable to move. It was as if he had encountered an elder of the various sects or hidden families.
The blood in his body was in turmoil. He was injured by the sharp sword aura.
His face turned pale inch by inch, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Chai Jing gritted his teeth. Seeing that the sword aura was about to hit him, he used the last of his cultivation and jumped out of the arena.
He fell to the ground.
Chai Jing spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
As for the sword aura, Fung Ya-hsien waved the sword in her right hand and disappeared.
Only the cracks on the ground were left.
The referee immediately announced, "Miss Ming wins this match!"
Feng Shu-ling put the sword back into her space ring and returned to her seat.
The people of the Golden Feather Sect carried Chai Jing away to treat his injuries.
The disciples of the Yiyang School came to the arena to repair the damage done by Feng Shu-ling's sword.
In the blink of an eye, the arena, which was full of cracks, was restored to its original state.
There was an array in this arena. No matter how damaged the arena was, it could be restored to its original state in a very short time.
The surrounding people discussed animatedly.
"Isn't Miss Ming winning a little too easily?"
"Who asked Miss Ming to have a good family?"
"Why didn't I reincarnate into such a good family?"
Yue Miaojing glanced at Feng Shu-ling with greed in her eyes.
She was just a piece of trash at the first level of Qi Refining. How could she deserve such a good sword and a space ring? Only she was worthy.
She had to think of a way to take the space ring and the sword for herself.
Xun Tianzhen glanced at Feng Shu-ling and secretly glanced at Yue Miaojing. He had a plan in his mind.
According to Yue Miaojing's thoughts, she would definitely snatch the things in Miss Ming's hands.
At that time, he would follow Yue Miaojing and wait for Yue Miaojing to make a move on Miss Ming. When it was about time, he would appear.
He would save Miss Ming.
In this way, since he had saved Miss Ming's life, not only would Miss Ming repay him, but Young Master Ming would also repay him.
In this way, he would have everything he wanted and would soon become a strong person.
As soon as Feng Shu-ling sat down, she heard Wei Bo's voice.
"Miss Ming, what's the grade of the sword in your hand?"
Fung Ya-hsien's lips curled into a faint smile. She did not say anything to stop him.