The Yun Family’s Ninth Child is an Imp!

Chapter 6793: Chapter 6793 soft persimmon Chapter 6793: Chapter 6793 soft persimmon Sect Master Helian cursed sect master jian in his heart. Although their two sects had never been on good terms, they shouldn’t let their disciples “Spar”on this occasion. It was simply embarrassing, to let the sacred mountain’s Yun family and other forces see a joke for no reason.

However, now that Yun haoquan had already made his stance clear, if he didn’t agree, it would appear that their primal sword sect was timid.

Sect Master Helian once again regretted bringing Yun Yiyi to the sacred mountain’s Yun family, because Master Jian was obviously picking the soft persimmon to pinch.

Even if that great sword sect disciple suppressed his cultivation to the fourth level of the origin, whether it was in terms of spiritual sense or battle experience, he was much stronger than Yun Yiyi. Yun Yiyi would definitely lose.

Just when Sect Master Helian didn’t know what to do, he heard someone clearly say,

“Master Jian, we are here to attend the meeting, not to fight. It would be a Killjoy to fight in front of the sacred mountain’s Yun family!

So, it’s better not to fight.

“If you feel that there must be a winner, I admit defeat. I am just a little trash at the fourth layer of the origin realm. I Can’t beat senior brother Lu Qian of your sect at all.

“Well, it’s almost time for lunch. Let’s go in quickly! “I heard that the food of the Yun family of the sacred mountain is very delicious. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”

Sect Master Helian:”…”

Master Jian, who was bent on getting back at them:”…”

Yun haoquan, who was bent on watching the show:”…”

Everyone:”…”

A cultivator’s reputation was more important than anything else. This Yun Yiyi actually didn’t even care about her reputation? She actually admitted that she was a little trash? She admitted defeat just like that?

Also, why did she feel that in her heart, her reputation wasn’t as important as a meal?

Yet, she said it extremely naturally, and her face was magnanimous. It was as if admitting that she was a trash wasn’t a shameful thing, but a trivial matter that couldn’t be any more ordinary.

Sect Master Helian was the first to come back to his senses, and said with a smile,

“Sect master jian, what Yun Yi Yi said is right. Her cultivation is there, and she’s indeed not a match for the disciples of your sect. There’s no need for a competition. Our Primal Sword sect will just admit defeat.”

Although sect master Helian said that he would admit defeat, the expression on his face was profound, like an adult giving way to an insensible child.

Sect Master Jian only felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his heart. It was neither a competition nor a competition. It was all because of this Yun Yiyi’s shamelessness that she actually admitted defeat so casually.

At this time, Yun haoquan came over to mediate the situation. “The two of you, why don’t we go in first and let the disciples spar with each other after we settle down?”

Sect Master Jian had no choice but to get down from the horse’s back. He said, “Alright, since Master Jian has said so, let’s go in first!”

Sect Master Jian and the people from the great sword sect behind him looked a little uncomfortable. They had originally come to find trouble, but now they were covered in dust and dirt. It was really unlucky.

Most importantly, the people from the prehistoric sword sect relied on their thick skin to win, which made them feel very uncomfortable.

In fact, the faces of Tang fan and the others from the primal sword sect were not very good either. After all, they did not have yun chujiu’s thick skin.

Although the great sword sect was not good at picking soft persimmon, the bad thing was that this soft persimmon was their fellow disciple! Having such a useless disciple was simply a disgrace to the sect!

Moreover, they could foresee that other than the great sword sect, other forces would also find an opportunity to pick soft persimmon. The next few days would be even worse.

Hei Xinjiu did not have the self-awareness of being a soft persimmon. She looked around and glanced around. She was even more certain that she would stand on the top of the sacred mountain sooner or later. This was because every single plant and tree here made her feel extremely close.