Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

"Huh? The pill you took is pretty good. It can conceal your identity and has no side effects. Where did Ling Zhifei get it from?"

Huo Linger had a playful smile on her face, but her attacks became more and more powerful and fierce, making it very difficult for Yang Fan to respond.

Yang Fan looked at the Lingtian Sect disciples lying on the ground in miserable states of death, and his anger burned even more fiercely. He wished he could tear Huo Ling'er into pieces immediately to vent his hatred, but facing her relentless pressure, he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

"Stop talking nonsense and prepare to die!"

Yang Fan shouted angrily, and used all his strength to swing a sword at Huo Ling'er. This sword gathered the strongest spiritual power he could mobilize at the moment, and with unparalleled power, it went straight to Huo Ling'er's vital point.

Yang Fan was looking forward to seeing the tragic scene of Huo Ling'er being split in half by the sword.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow when the spiritual weapon he thought was indestructible collided with the weapon in Huo Ling'er's hand.

It was as fragile as tofu and broke into several pieces in an instant.

"What kind of rotten metal is this?"

Huo Ling'er snorted disdainfully, turned her wrist, and easily picked up the fragment of Yang Fan's spiritual weapon.

Then, she threw the broken pieces of spiritual weapon towards Yang Fan like a hidden weapon.

Yang Fan widened his eyes in horror and tried to dodge the fatal blow, but he found that his body seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and his movements became extremely slow.

He watched helplessly as the spiritual weapon fragments came towards him like lightning, but he was powerless to dodge.

"Pfft!"

With a sound, the broken fragments of the spiritual weapon pierced into Yang Fan's flesh, and blood splattered everywhere. Yang Fan screamed and fell to the ground in pain.

The Pi Lei stick fell on Yang Fan again like a storm.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fan vomited blood and fell to the ground without a breath.

All the disciples of Lingtian Sect who participated in the competition were killed!

Everyone present was stunned. They had never seen such a thing before.

This was the first round of competition, which had just begun, and all the participating disciples from a sect had already been wiped out.

The whole place was in an uproar!

When the disciples of Tianyin Temple and Lifeng Sect looked at Huo Linger again, fear unconsciously flashed in their eyes.

Ling Zhifei collapsed to the ground and didn't react for a long time.

"Ling Ye, I must kill you!"

Ling Zhifei, with red eyes, completely ignored the consequences and rushed to the stage with all his strength.

The man sitting behind the sedan chair just waved his arm lightly, and an invisible chain immediately appeared and quickly wrapped around Ling Zhifei, dragging him back to his original place.

"If you still want to live, you'd better behave yourself!"

The man's cold voice rang in Ling Zhifei's ears, making him sober up instantly. He dared not resist anymore and could only stare at Huo Linger with eyes full of resentment.

He wanted to tear the woman in front of him into pieces immediately, but he knew that he dared not do so, and he could not afford to offend the Son of God.

Huo Ling'er, standing on the stage, watched everything happening in front of her with indifference.

"Bang bang bang..."

As these muffled sounds were heard, the other people on the ring were knocked off the stage before they could even react.

In the blink of an eye, the number of people on the ring decreased by one third.

But the people from Tianyin Temple and Lifeng Sect are not pushovers. They each have talented disciples with outstanding gifts.

These disciples were powerful and fierce in their methods. Although they did not have any deep hatred among each other, they would never easily admit defeat to the people of Qingyun Sect.

So the two sides started a fierce contest and fought for a long time.

"Bang bang bang..."

A few more muffled sounds were heard, and some more people were knocked off the stage.

However, the remaining people were not afraid at all, but became more courageous as the battle went on.

In this fierce battle, the most eye-catching person was Huo Ling'er.

She has a strong figure and agile movements, and every move she makes is full of power and beauty.

Under her protection, the disciples of Qingyun Sect played to their strengths and defeated the disciples of Lifeng Sect one by one.

After this fierce battle, the final result finally came.

As the last Lifeng Sect disciple was kicked off the stage by Huo Ling'er, the Fourth Hall Master announced loudly: "The first round of the competition is over!"

At this time, there were still twenty people left on the field.

Among them, Qingyun Sect, under the protection of Huo Linger, had the largest number of people left, a total of twelve.

The other eight people were five from Tianyin Temple and three from Lifeng Sect.

There was a sudden burst of cheers from the audience, and these cheers basically came from the direction of Qingyun Sect.

Tao Haoran was sitting in Li Fengzong's seat. He turned around by chance and found Ye Chun making faces at him. Fire immediately burst out of his eyes.

Not only that, the leaders of Tianyin Temple and Lifeng Sect also sighed one after another.

After all, the strength of these two sects has always been very strong, and there has never been a situation like the current one.

They looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh: "This Ling Ye, she is really a lunatic!"

After the first round of competition, everyone got an hour to rest.

When Huo Linger was about to return to Qingyun Sect, she was stopped by the fourth hall master.

"Miss Ling, our Holy Son invites you."

Hearing this, Huo Linger frowned slightly. Holy Son, what do you want from her?

The sedan chair that she had just seen on the main seat flashed through Huo Ling'er's mind.

Afterwards, she followed the four hall masters to their back hall.

As soon as she entered the back hall, Huo Ling'er saw a bald man sitting on a huge golden lotus.

This man's appearance is very outstanding, but he is still slightly inferior to the Ye Canglan in her mind.

Huo Linger looked calmly at the man on the lotus, not afraid of him at all, and said:

"I wonder why you are looking for me? Just tell me what you want to say."

Jun Moyan slowly opened his lifeless eyes, and his every move showed his nobility.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised with a faint smile: "You have great talent and are very beautiful. Are you interested in joining my faction? It just so happens that I am short of someone by my side."

Hearing this, Huo Linger raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised.

She knew that she had good strength and talent, but she did not expect to attract the attention of His Royal Highness the Holy Son.

However, she did not answer immediately, but looked carefully at the man in front of her.

He was dressed in a gorgeous robe with white trim, and he exuded a powerful aura.

Especially those eyes, although empty and lifeless, they give people a feeling of being unfathomable.

Huo Linger couldn't help but secretly sigh that the strength of this saint should not be underestimated.

At this time, Jun Moyan was also watching the actions of the woman in front of him. He originally noticed Ling Jie, but as soon as Huo Ling'er appeared.

She immediately attracted his attention, so he asked someone to call her over after the competition.

Every word spoken by the man on the giant golden lotus sounded like a great blessing.

But his face felt so familiar to Huo Linger that she instantly bowed her head.

Huo Ling'er said without hesitation: "No need, I'm not used to being someone's subordinate."

Jun Moyan seemed to have expected her to refuse, and chuckled: "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, I can give you everything you want."

"What I want? I'm afraid you can't give it to me!"

Jun Moyan was not angry when he heard this. In his opinion, Huo Ling'er had no idea how powerful the force behind him was.

How powerful is the temple?

How could he blame a little girl who had never seen the world?

"Perhaps you don't need to be my subordinate. I am short of someone by my side. This person can have many identities, as long as you are willing!"

He looked at Huo Ling'er with a smile, with a hint of temptation in his voice.

Huo Ling'er frowned, and a hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes.

This man looked dangerous, and she didn't want to get into any trouble.

Moreover, she knew nothing about this man, and it was impossible for her to believe his words easily.

Jun Moyan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and chuckled, "For example... becoming the Holy Son's concubine."

It is impossible for her to be the main wife. Although the girl is extremely talented, she is only from Lincang Continent after all. How can she dream of anything else?

Hearing this, Huo Ling'er couldn't help but widen her eyes, her face full of shock.

She originally thought she had misheard, but when she saw Jun Moyan's serious look, she felt that this didn't seem to be a joke.

She frowned, if it weren't for the man's strength and the environment she was in.

Huo Ling'er really wanted to open his skull and see if it was filled with water, but then she had to temporarily suppress her anger.