Quick wear: the villain female supporting role must serve the country with her body

On the opposite viewing platform, Moxiu clapped and applauded.

"Good job! Which sect is this fellow daoist from? The old Taoist is going to follow in the footsteps of fellow daoist!"

"It seems to be from the Lihun Sect. Their sect is best at soul attacks. If those immortal cultivators encounter them, if they don't have any means of soul defense, Jie Jie Jie, then they will go to hell!"

"Ah! I like this monk! Does anyone know his name? I want to have a good time with him!"

"Tch, isn't it just to be handsome? Just wait and see, I am not called a 'heart-throwing devil' for nothing!"

"..."

As soon as Ye Duyi and the others entered, they heard loud noises.

Seeing the immortal and demon monks being carried down continuously on the ring, several people fell silent.

After a long time, Hua Feiyu couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's crazy!"

"Why did Zongmen compete with Moxiu? There are too many casualties!"

"Hey, if this is not careful, our generation of immortal cultivators will be broken."

"But with our cultivation base, who knows what Zongmen thinks? All we can do is to keep winning games and live well!"

Hearing Ye Duyi's words, Xuan Huairen glanced at her, "Junior Sister Ye sees things thoroughly!"

"It's just a momentary sigh."

Several people chatted for two or three sentences, then ended the conversation and looked towards the ring silently.

There are five arenas in the middle of the competition field, which are distributed like a five-pointed star, and in the middle of the five-pointed star, there is a column, which continuously broadcasts information——

"Wang Wa (Dan Qi Zong) vs. Li Dan (Yin Sha Men), the arena of the match is No. 03. Both parties are requested to appear on the stage within a quarter of an hour. If the timeout expires, it will be regarded as an abstention!"

"Ring No. 04, Yan Wuxi (Canglan Sect) vs. Hei Lian (Lihun Sect), Yan Wuxi dies, Hei Lian lives, Hei Lian's points +10, advance to the next round!"

"Ring No. 01, Yang Zifan (Tianjiange) vs. Wu Sha (Yin Sha Men), Yang Zifan dies, Wu Sha lives, Wu Sha points +15, advance to the next round!"

"..."

Ye Duyi watched for a while, and couldn't help frowning. In just a few minutes, she saw seven or eight immortal disciples die.

The lowest among the disciples of the immortal sect who can participate in the primary selection of the Immortal Association is the Golden Core stage, but most of them are at the Nascent Soul stage.

And the disciples of this realm are all the reserve army of the high-level forces of the sect, and they are the backbone of the sect.

But such a disciple kept falling in the ring of the primary election. Ye Duyi really couldn't figure out, what is the meaning of the competition between immortals and demons?
Could it be that there are too many Xianmen disciples?
Just as Ye Duyi frowned and thought, an extremely bloody scene happened on the ring 03.

An ugly demon cultivator was tearing apart his opponent, and the arena was covered with blood.

Some Xianxiu wanted to go up to stop them, but the immortal disciples on the ring were still breathing. The competition was not over yet, and the ring was protected by a barrier, so they couldn't get in at all.

Those immortal cultivators could only watch the demon cultivator's actions with red eyes, and watched the disciple being skinned and cramped.

Many Xianxiu couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "Why the fuck are you still holding back? You just blew yourself up! If you die, you will drag him to die with you!"

"What are you shouting? Doesn't he know how to blow himself up?"

A female cultivator's voice was full of tears, "Look at him now, it's obvious that he has lost his sanity. How can he blew himself up like this!!!"