Cold Clouds

Lin Xiaoxiao leaned back in her chair, looking at the arena somewhat exhausted, but still felt something was not right.

Hiss... If the demon transformed by Lu Yiyi failed to kill me, who would kill me then? Could it be that Lu Wen miscalculated? Then I have to give him a bad review.

On the stage, Qian Luan and Luo Yuan were fighting happily.

This monster has a very strong regenerative ability. There was no monster on the mountain where Qian Luan practiced before that could defeat him. The same was true for Luo Yuan. Both of them hadn't had a good fight with anyone for a long time.

However, Luo Yuanxiu's "Heavenly Movement Technique" had to seal off a portion of his natural divine power, so he didn't actually let it go completely.

But it feels really good to be able to hit someone with 90% of your strength.

The two people who had been holding back for a long time, one an evil cultivator and the other a righteous one, now looked similar in expression. Their faces did not look very excited, but there was excitement in their eyes.

The demon ghost had been at a disadvantage the entire time, and was only holding on thanks to its powerful recovery ability. The evidence was that Qian Luan and Luo Yuan had no injuries at all, and even their clothes were not torn.

The power that the demon was proud of was suppressed by Luo Yuan, who used 90% of his strength. Its equally impressive speed was also suppressed by two people of the same level who were running up and down the mountain to chase it. Its powerful physical defense was useless in front of Luo Yuan's natural supernatural power. Although Qian Luan was not strong enough, the weapon in his hand could be regarded as a magic weapon, which was enough to break the demon's defense.

The demon ghost would roar or scream from time to time, and its recovery speed gradually could not keep up with the speed at which the wounds appeared. The powerful sword energy poured into the demon ghost's body through more and more wounds and began to wreak havoc.

"Kill it slowly. It's so hard to find such a good sandbag." After Qian Luan slashed twice with the sword, he realized that the demon was a little tired, so he spoke to Luo Yuan.

Luo Yuan nodded. Indeed, this opportunity was hard to come by and she had to enjoy it.

Three minutes later.

"You two," Qin Feng said calmly, holding his chin and looking at the two people on the stage below who seemed to be working hard but actually seemed to be letting the opponent win, "hurry up, there are people coming up to compete."

"Indeed, hurry up," Lin Xiaoxiao yawned. She also felt a little bored. After all, the two men were in good condition, but they kept fighting slower and slower. Even Qian Luan's demonic energy was a little more than three minutes ago. "Qian Luan, don't forget who you are, where this place is, and who I am. I'm getting impatient."

What is Qian Luan? An evil cultivator. What is this place? The base camp of the righteous cultivators. What is Lin Xiaoxiao? The most senior righteous cultivator.

Qian Luan’s not-so-bright little brain worked for a while and he came to the conclusion that if he didn’t hurry up, he might die.

Feeling the danger to his life, Qian Luan's movements suddenly became faster. The sword in his hand swung out an afterimage at an astonishing speed, and the demon's screams became louder.

Luo Yuan sighed and was hesitating whether to take it seriously when he heard a voice in his ear.

"Brother, hurry up!" Luo Xin's voice rang out. Luo Yuan struggled in his heart for a moment, then cut off the demon's right arm with a sword.

I was actually hesitating just now? Damn it! Luo Yuan gritted his teeth and slashed the demon's chest with another sword, and Qian Luan followed with a sword.

"Roar! Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!" The demon let out the loudest scream so far, blood gushing from his chest, and he struggled to jump backwards.

But Luo Yuan, who had already understood Luo Xin's intention, did not give it any chance at all. He flashed behind it and stabbed the knife into its left kidney. Then he tensed his whole body and exerted force, directly cutting open the left half of its body.

The demon with half of its waist broken roared, but to no avail. Every punch it threw hit nothing. Its frantic punches like a dying counterattack smashed the ring, leaving cracks, but Luo Yuan and Qian Luan remained calm.

Tang Zhen's expression remained unchanged, but he wished he could bite his teeth to pieces.

Damn Lu Yiyi, the monsters he raised are just as useless!

Just as Tang Zhen was filled with rage, the demon on the ring was already dying. Its legs were removed and it kept struggling, but in the end its head was chopped off and its body lay on the ring.

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, then shook her head, sighed, and finally looked at Tang Zhen and said calmly: "Master Tang, do you have anything to explain?"

"Yes, Sect Master Tang should give a definite explanation for this matter," Luo Wu, who had been sitting there for a long time, narrowed his eyes. "According to what I have seen, this demon should have been created by the secret technique of the Black King's Palace, right? May I ask why Sect Master Tang's direct disciple is related to the Black King's Palace?"

"This..." Tang Zhen showed an expression of shame and resentment, "It's my fault. I think I didn't care enough about Ayi, and I made some mistakes in supervising my disciples, which led him to contact and choose the Black King Palace..."

"It's all my fault..." Tang Zhen raised his sleeves and cried out, choking with sobs, "It's my responsibility!"

"Since Sect Master Tang has said so," Lin Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand, "please give me some apology first. After all, my life has been threatened."

The corners of Tang Zhen's covered face twitched, but he still threw out a mustard seed bag.

Damn Lin Xiaoxiao.

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded and put away the mustard seed bag. No one noticed that there was a vine emitting a dark green light in her hand.

It's a pity to let Lu Yiyi die in such a miserable way, so why not let me take over the life.

Although this kind of resurrection will definitely result in less memory due to the Black King Palace ghost species, it is not a big problem.

After the game ended that day, Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Tang Zhen's departing back in silence.

If it wasn't Tang Zhen's method, then whose it was?

Among the contestants below, a man who looked totally unremarkable and whose performance in previous competitions was only average glanced at Lin Xiaoxiao and revealed a weird smile.

The man was wearing a conical hat, and many people here were wearing conical hats, and the man's sword also looked different from others.

The only difference was the right hand which seemed a little stiff.

The man walked silently, laughing softly, and there were many other people who laughed and whispered like him. Their voices were not loud, and some of them just moved their lips slightly, but if someone listened carefully, they could hear their voices.

"Defy the will of heaven and ascend to the highest heaven!"

Lin Xiaoxiao frowned as she looked at the contestants below. Who could it be? Or...

Which ones would they be?

A woman with a white sword hanging from her waist was laughing softly. Her plump, hot and sexy figure attracted everyone's attention.

She didn't look at these people and stretched herself.

"It feels good to have a body again... although it's not a perfect fit," the woman lowered her voice, "but I, the Blood Nether Queen, will not be discouraged by this reason."

"Just wait, Queen Wanyou!"