Cold Clouds

Qian Luan felt that he had suffered a loss.

The guy named Lu Yiyi, the strength he has shown so far is enough to make Qian Luan take him seriously, and he definitely hasn't used all his means yet.

Qian Luan was not absolutely sure that he could eat Lu Miyi.

But we have made an agreement, how can we break it?

Moreover, Lu Yi's powerful strength has already aroused Qian Luan's warlike spirit.

It will soon be Qian Luan's turn to play. I hope my opponent is weaker, otherwise I will consume too much energy and won't be able to exert my full strength in the designated battle.

Every winner of the ring match has a chance to challenge another player, and as long as the other player agrees, they can ask for the sword. But as of now, no one has the strength to kill his opponent and still have some strength left.

The competition on the ring was over, and Qian Luan stood up and walked onto the ring.

The one facing Qian Luan was a young man with a pale face and looked like a sickly person.

But Qian Luan could tell at a glance that he was indeed a sickly person, with disordered flow of spiritual energy in his body, and calling him a sickly person was an exaggeration.

"A casual cultivator, Luo Qing." The sickly man coughed twice, and looked a little listless.

How did this person pass the preliminary round? Qian Luan was very confused, but he still drew the long sword from his waist and said, "Demon cultivator, Qian Luan."

Are all the demon cultivators nowadays so upright and self-assured? Luo Qing was very confused. He looked Qian Luan up and down and even forgot to cough.

"Qian Luan, a magic cultivator obsessed with swords, the sword in his hand is named 'Angry', which was forged from the spine of a Zhu Yan, supplemented with the blood of Fei and the claws of Gu Diao. The monsters on it all symbolize chaos in the world, so Qian Luan calls himself 'The Evil of Troubled Times'," Lin Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes and looked at the arena where Qian Luan was, "He pursues strength, but still has a bottom line. He is a useful person."

Song Hanyun was stunned as he listened nearby.

How does Lin Xiaoxiao know this guy so well? Hiss... This kid must not be kept. Song Hanyun looked at Qian Luan with an unfriendly look.

Luo Qing tapped his shoulder and assumed a stance, but did not make any other moves.

Qian Luan was even more confused. What did this man want to do? He raised the anger in his hand and stared at Luo Qing carefully.

The two stood on the ring for a few minutes. Luo Qing even closed his eyes and breathed steadily. If you didn't know, you would think he fell asleep like that.

Are you really not asleep? Qian Luan frowned slightly. He really didn't want to wait any longer, so he flew out, rushed to Luo Qing and slashed with his sword.

Didn't hit him? Qian Luan's sword brushed past Luo Qing's body, but didn't hurt him at all.

How is it possible!? The sword had calculated the distance and angle, how could it just pass by? Qian Luan touched the ground with his toes, and as he thought about it, he immediately exerted his strength to swipe to the side.

Qian Luan only felt a sharp blade brushing past him, and when he landed he discovered that there was a tear in his robe. If he had dodged a little slower, he would have been seriously injured.

Looking up, Luo Qing just moved his body slightly, put away the sword in his hand, and got ready again.

It is a simple thing to counterattack when someone attacks, but Qian Luan still couldn't figure out how Luo Qing dodged his sword that was sure to hit him.

Unless his reaction speed is too amazing. Thinking of this, Qian Luan became more alert and rushed towards Luo Qing again at a faster speed.

A smile appeared on Luo Qing's calm face.

It seems that he is just a reckless swordsman. He just bumped into the edge of my sword. Luo Qing began to mobilize his spiritual power, and the spiritual power that was originally running disorderly in his body gradually became orderly.

In order to realize his dream of becoming a swordsman, Luo Qing, who was born with deficiencies, chose a method of cultivation that is considered to be in a gray area among the cultivation methods in the lower world - a poisonous insect enters the body and transforms it into a spiritual root.

It was normal for his spiritual power to be disordered, because the spiritual power flowing in his body did not belong to him at all. It was the poisonous insect in his body that released the spiritual power, allowing him to practice barely.

And the moves he can use are also the moves that the insect originally had.

"Refine the ancient poisonous scorpion into a poison, absorb it into the body to transform it into a spiritual root, and use its spiritual power to cultivate," Lin Xiaoxiao leaned back in the chair and murmured in a voice that only she could hear, "The future 'Northern Scorpion King', but now..."

"I definitely can't beat Qian Luan~"

Luo Qing used the same trick again, twisting his body slightly to avoid the falling sword and slashing with the sword at the same time.

Hit! Feeling that his sword was blocked by something, Luo Qing suddenly opened his eyes and saw that his sword was being bitten by Qian Luan.

Ah? Luo Qing was startled, and saw Qian Luan bit his sword with a force and broke it with a "crack".

There was a pain in the abdomen, and before he lost consciousness and flew away, Luo Qing said hoarsely: "No..."

"are you crazy!?"

The game ended in a way that no one, including Lin Xiaoxiao, expected.

Lin Xiaoxiao thought of many ways for Qian Luan to win, but she never expected that this guy would bite the other person's sword off.

How should I put it...very fierce.

Qian Luan spat out the broken iron pieces in his mouth and twisted his neck.

Well, it didn't take much effort.

Seeing that Qian Luan had no intention of leaving, Ximen Yao understood what he was going to do and stood aside waiting for him to speak.

"I..." Qian Luan was about to speak when another person on the stage spoke first.

"I want to challenge Lu Yiyi!"

Qian Luan and Lin Xiaoxiao both looked at the speaker with bewilderment.

Luo Yuan? Lin Xiaoxiao was even more confused. There was no reason.

There is a reason.

Before coming to the Sword-Asking Conference, Luo Yuan received a letter from Luo Xin, which said that there might be something wrong with Lu Yiyi and asked Luo Yuan to strangle him in the cradle.

As a time traveler, Luo Xin has his own cheat - predicting the future.

The activation conditions are not harsh, it just consumes a lot of mental power and has a certain cooling time. However, Luo Xin cultivates his mental power very quickly, so there is nothing to worry about.

As the moderator of Lin Xiaoxiao's forum, Luo Xin used almost all of her cheats to predict Lin Xiaoxiao's future. Just one month before the Sword Questioning Conference, she predicted that Lu Yiyi might hurt Lin Xiaoxiao, and she became anxious at the time, and sent a letter to Luo Yuan asking him to be careful.

Luo Yuan also worked very hard for his sister. In order to complete Luo Xin's task, he took a risk and killed his nephew, ate his meat and drank his blood. He reached the late stage of the Spirit Transformation and gained a murderous aura that could be used for killing.

And in the impression of Lin Xiaoxiao, who had read the original book, Luo Yuan should have just reached the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation.

I can only say that it is really scary when some people don't care about their lives. Who would be so idle as to kill a ferocious beast and use its flesh and blood to practice...

Qian Luan was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw Lu Yiyi had already walked onto the stage where Luo Yuan was, he closed his mouth and walked off the stage with some helplessness and grievance.

Zheng Xian, who was waiting for Qian Luan to choose him to fight, said, "What does this mean? You two all look down on me, right? Just wait for me!"