Qi Wen still collected the stakes from both the father and daughter.
"Nephew, you sure have won a lot from me."
"Uncle, with your wealth, this is nothing."
"Hahaha, you have a keen eye, little girl."
Qi Wen was too lazy to bother with him. She left with a smile, clutching the storage bag.
During dinner, the family talked about the battle scheduled for tomorrow.
"Let's talk about it tomorrow."
The next day, she met Yao Chenyi. Su Yuanyuan felt that the cultivation world was full of handsome men, and this Yao Chenyi was more like a sword cultivator than a magic cultivator.
"Junior Sister Su, shall we have a stable sword contest this time? Using spiritual power to transform into swords for the duel."
Su Yuanyuan smiled, "Sure."
Su Yuanyuan conjured a fire spirit sword.
Yao Chenyi laughed. "Why doesn't Junior Sister use the wood spirit sword or water spirit sword? That would save spiritual power."
