In Ji Yaohua's courtyard, the three of them stood in a tripod formation.
Their competition actually took the form of a three-way battle.
In other words, among these three, at times they would be enemies, at times they would form alliances, and at times they would strike each other. Such a contest was highly variable and also filled with higher challenges.
Their gazes constantly crossed in mid-air, with fierce battle flames kindled in their eyes.
Ji Yaohua gave an evil grin, put away the fan in his hand, and said to Mu Qingge, "Since Ying Ze doesn't have a Holy Artifact, we shouldn't use weapons to bully him either."
"No need," Ying Ze said coldly.
Mu Qingge nodded, retracted the Linglong Spear, "You're right, if we're pursuing fairness, then we should eliminate all unfair factors. Barehanded, it's also easier to exert ourselves here."
The two of them insisted, and Ying Ze no longer spoke, only quietly put away his weapon.
