Dongfang Hongsheng and Lu Buping Wu Qinghe had been standing under the ring and waiting. When Luluo jumped off the ring, the champion was already Murong Ningyue, but everyone was waiting for Murong Ningyue to wake up.

When Murong Ningyue truly woke up, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the audience.

"Murong Ningyue is so good! She deserves the title of champion!"

Lu Buping and Sima Xuan walked to Murong Ningyue and said, "Ningyue did a beautiful job! This time our Sword Cangju will become famous, and we will never treat you badly!"

"Ningyue, this is the sixth-grade immortal weapon I promised to give you before. In fact, as long as you can enter the top three, I will be very satisfied. I didn't expect you to win the championship!"

Sima Xuan took out a flying sword and gave it to Murong Ningyue. If it were before, Murong Ningyue would definitely be very excited, but after receiving the promise from Wu Qinghe and Dongfang Hongsheng, Murong Ningyue was no longer at the sixth-grade flying sword.

However, if you don’t want to be in vain for the things you deliver to your door, Murong Ningyue still put the flying sword into the ring, and then Murong Ningyue turned her gaze to the uneven road.

Although Murong Ningyue didn't say anything, the meaning in her eyes was already very obvious. Lu Buping said a little embarrassedly: "Don't worry, Ningyue, since I promised to give you a reward, I will naturally not break my promise. However, the baby that came out this time was not brought with me. This way, I will give it to you when you advance to the seventh-grade immortal world!"

Murong Ningyue curled her lips unhappily when she heard this. A cunning smile appeared on Lu Buping's lips. Of course, he was not stingy and did not want to reward Murong Ningyue. This was done to encourage Murong Ningyue to advance to the seventh-grade immortal as soon as possible and enter the extreme immortal world.

After this competition, Lu Buping has regarded Murong Ningyue as the hope of the Tibetan Sword Sect. Even in the Tibetan Sword Sect in the Extreme Immortal Realm, no disciple is as talented as Murong Ningyue.

Dongfang Hongsheng finally announced to everyone: "Everyone! After a fierce competition, the champion of this sect competition in the Immortal World was finally born. She is Murong Ningyue of the Tibetan Sword Sect!"

As soon as Dongfang Hongsheng finished speaking, another cheer was heard from the audience, resounding like a surging wave in the sky above the Immortal City.

Dongfang Hongsheng waved his hand until everyone calmed down before continuing: "According to the pre-match rules, the top three will be rewarded. Let's invite the second place to Luluo from Wanpo Sect and the third place to Xianfan Temple to go on stage together!"

Mingxin and Luluo also walked onto the stage and stood on both sides of Murong Ningyue respectively. Mingxin's face was a little unhappy, and he was defeated in both battles and was taught a lesson by Huiyun. Of course, he was unhappy.

Luluo had a hint of contemplation on her face. It was obvious that she had already walked out of the sadness she had lost to Murong Ningyue, and was more thinking about the gains and losses of that battle.

"Now please come with me to the treasure house of Fanxian City to select your prizes!"

After Dongfang Hongsheng said that, he turned around and walked forward. Murong Ningyue and others hurriedly followed him. Soon, under Dongfang Hongsheng's leadership, they arrived in front of a huge warehouse.

An old man was sitting on a recliner at the door of the warehouse, closing his eyes to rest. Seeing Dongfang Hongsheng coming over, the old man had no intention of getting up. Dongfang Hongsheng didn't care about this, nodded to the old man and took Murong Ningyue and others into the warehouse.
Chapter completed!