Chapter 1191 Brass Palace 4

As soon as Senior Sister Qiu finished speaking, the atmosphere, which had been slightly stagnant due to her arrival, was ignited again.

But this time, these people were no longer afraid of Sister Qiu's majesty. Instead, they were inspired by the neutral words in her words and regained their fighting spirit.

Especially the leader, he was secretly happy at this moment. Although he remained calm on the surface, he quickly adjusted his state of mind. He winked at Zhou Yiqiao and the remaining disciples, indicating that they should not miss the opportunity.

"Since Senior Sister Qiu has said so, let's continue."

"Junior brother, your strength is indeed unexpected, but the next battle will not be so easy."

Having regained his courage, the leader's tone once again became provocative.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled slightly, with a hint of calmness in his eyes.

"Brother, what you said makes sense. I have studied the classics for several months but have never had the opportunity to try it out. Today I would like to take this opportunity to ask you for some advice."

With Zhou Yiqiao's response, the atmosphere on the ring became tense again.

This time, it is no longer a single challenge, but has become a real team showdown.

The leader quickly arranged the tactics, and several disciples with higher cultivation levels dispersed to form an encirclement, intending to attack Zhou Yiqiao from multiple angles.

However, Zhou Yiqiao seemed to have foreseen the situation. He was light and nimble, with strange steps. Every move he made was just right to avoid the opponent's attack, while also looking for opportunities to counterattack.

The spiritual power in his hands turned into silk threads, as if they had life, sometimes weaving into sharp sword beams, sometimes forming a solid shield, making it unpredictable.

The battle became more intense, and the spiritual energy fluctuations on the ring became stronger and stronger.

The leader was overwhelmed by the sight and felt a sense of regret for no reason, as if he had already seen the defeat of several people on the stage.

Sure enough, just when everyone thought that the battle was going to be stalemate, Zhou Yiqiao suddenly jumped up.

He used a clever dodge to instantly close the distance between him and one of the monks.

Zhou Yiqiao was seen forming seals with his hands, spiritual energy surging around him, and an unprecedented powerful aura burst out from his body.

"Spiritual energy of heaven and earth, obey my command!"

Zhou Yiqiao pretended to be mysterious and let out a low shout.

The next moment, the spiritual energy in the entire Fighting Pavilion seemed to have heard his orders and gathered into a powerful force!

Everyone was shocked and stood there in a daze, watching the force heading straight for the monk's face.

The cultivator chosen by Zhou Yiqiao's face changed drastically, and he tried his best to resist, but in the end he was still unable to resist the power that gathered a huge amount of spiritual energy.

With a loud bang, he was shocked and retreated repeatedly, eventually losing his balance and falling off the ring.

Once one person was defeated, the rest fled in all directions like dogs that had lost their homes. Within three breaths, all the monks who were looking for trouble were either injured and retreated, or lay on the ground wailing. They all became Zhou Yiqiao's defeated enemies.

The successive defeats of his men made the leader's face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Zhou Yiqiao could see that he was gritting his teeth, his eyes were like torches, and he was staring at him intently. There was a mixture of unwillingness and anger in his eyes.

"Very good. I didn't expect that I was wrong."

The man's low voice echoed in the ring. He slowly took a few steps forward, and the spiritual energy around him began to fluctuate violently. It was obvious that he was planning to fight to the death.

However, Zhou Yiqiao still looked calm and composed, which formed a sharp contrast with the man's angry look.

The leader stretched out his body, like an enraged tiger, and the spiritual power around him turned into layers of ripples and spread in all directions.

He roared angrily, and his body turned into a stream of light, rushing towards Zhou Yiqiao, vowing to save his face.

Facing this powerful blow, Zhou Yiqiao just smiled lightly, his figure seemed to blend into the air, extremely agile.

He flicked his fingertips and a thin wisp of spiritual power wrapped around it, easily dissolving the leader's attack and pushing his attack to the side, forcing the opponent to hastily withdraw his attack and almost lose his balance.

"Brother, fighting with others is not just about overwhelming them with your strength. If you have enough experience in fighting, you may be able to defeat them with just a little effort."

"My fellow brothers have spent so much time honing their skills in the Fighting Pavilion, you should know this principle."

Zhou Yiqiao's tone was calm, but every word he said was precious.

He intended to warn the other person, but in his ears, it turned into humiliation again.

The leader's face turned pale, obviously he could not accept such a result. He roared and attacked again, but each time he was easily resolved by Zhou Yiqiao with his powerful tactics.

As time went on, the leader's offensive became more and more chaotic, while Zhou Yiqiao became more and more calm. The gap between the two was obvious at a glance.

Just as the leader was about to go all out and use his best trick, Senior Sister Qiu at the side finally spoke.

"That's enough. Today's matter ends here."

Although her voice was soft, it contained unquestionable power, and instantly calmed the noise in the entire Fighting Pavilion.

Upon hearing this, the leader paused, looked at Senior Sister Qiu unwillingly, then looked at Zhou Yiqiao. In the end, he could only grit his teeth, put away his spiritual power, and angrily retreated from the stage.

Upon seeing this, the other disciples also restrained their arrogance and followed this man away quickly.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Qiu, for your help."

Zhou Yiqiao smiled and bowed to the woman leaning against the bookshelf, his words full of politeness.

Of course, even without the other party's help, Zhou Yiqiao is capable of solving the problem at hand.

However, since the other party is present, it can save a lot of trouble, and giving the other party face is naturally not a shameful thing.

"Junior Brother Zhou, you don't have to be polite. I am just following Senior Sister Qing's instructions."

What Zhou Yiqiao didn't expect was that Senior Sister Qiu immediately revealed Zhou Yiqiao's deliberately hidden identity.

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but then he returned to normal and said to himself.

"The young lady has been very kind to me, and has helped me many times against Qing Lietian's will."

He responded modestly.

"I see. Thank you, Senior Sister Qiu and Senior Sister Qing, for your care. I will remember it in my heart."

Senior Sister Qiu smiled slightly, and that smile was both gentle and a bit mysterious.

She took light steps and slowly walked towards the center of the ring, her eyes flashing with admiration for Zhou Yiqiao's strength.

"Senior Sister, my name is Qiu Yutong. I am one of the ten core disciples of Qinjian Villa and a member of the Young Miss's staff."

"I see that Junior Brother Zhou is very good at dealing with those trash, and he obviously has some strength left. Why don't you spend the next bit of time sparring with me?"