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

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested! Although I don't know what gave you this confidence, I still tell you sincerely.

I have no interest in what you say, and it is impossible!"

Huo Ling'er finally said these words word by word with gritted teeth, then turned around and left without looking back.

Hearing Huo Ling'er's refusal without hesitation, Jun Moyan raised his eyebrows, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, and then slowly moved his gaze back.

"Brother, why are you here?"

As soon as Huo Ling'er came out of the back hall, she ran into Lingjie who came looking for her.

"Ling'er, what does the Holy Son want to see you about?"

Lingjie asked puzzledly as he walked back with Huo Ling'er.

Huo Linger was speechless when she thought of what Jun Moyan had just said. "It's nothing. He's just an overconfident person. Don't worry, brother."

Lingjie saw that Huo Ling'er didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Who is that so-called overconfident person? Is it the Saint Son Jun Moyan?

But why did he look for Ling'er?

A series of questions came to his mind, but since Ling'er didn't want to say, he would not ask any more questions and would just pay attention to this matter in the future.

An hour passed quickly, and the fourth hall master came to the main seat to announce the start of the second round of competition, but the Holy Son did not appear on the scene this time.

Huo Ling'er followed the remaining disciples from the first round to the stage and started drawing lots.

I saw a middle-aged man in a black robe with an indifferent expression taking out a handful of jade slips. The jade slips were jade-colored and icy cold to the touch. Every two of them were engraved with the same pattern, but none of them was as eye-catching as the word "God" at the bottom of the jade slip.

"God? This is the seal of the temple!"

"It seems that this mysterious force is the power of the temple people."

"But……"

The eighty-one gods in the space spoke one after another: "How could the temple organize such a competition in your Lincang Continent?"

"Yeah, these guys never do things that don't have benefits. If there's no profit, will they do things that lose money?"

"What are they planning?"

Huo Linger's eyes darkened when she heard that, and instantly she remembered the temple that Ye Xiao had mentioned before.

And that Holy Son, no wonder he looks so superior.

Even the strong ones in Lincang Continent are probably regarded as ants by them.

Why would they give benefits to ants? This is simply abnormal, okay?

A hint of vigilance flashed across Huo Ling'er's eyes, and then she picked up a jade slip.

The atmosphere in the field was tense. The leaders of Tianyin Temple and Lifeng Sect hoped that they would not be drawn by Huo Linger, the god of death.

After all, they didn't have many disciples left.

"Nebula pattern, spiritual night!"

"Nebula pattern, Xiao Yixuan!"

Huo Linger looked up at the thin man holding a guitar in the crowd, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Lingjie had already told her about Xiao Yixuan. His cultivation was on par with Tang Qi's, so she needed to be cautious and careful, as he was a strong rival.

Most of the spiritual weapons used by the Tianyin Temple sect are musical instruments, and most of their major skills are range attacks accompanied by music.

For example, the sound of a flute or a piano, once activated, the sound will cause the enemy to hallucinate and lose the ability to fight.

Just now during the first round of the competition, Huo Linger noticed this pale-faced man in white. This man managed to stay to the end easily without using any tactics, which was enough to show his cultivation and character.

After drawing the jade slips, ten groups of opponents have been determined.

The fourth hall master sat in the main seat and waved his hand, and the huge arena was automatically divided into ten even parts.

Spiritual energy is flying on each arena, forming a barrier of its own.

"This is actually the divine weapon Zhan Tianlei?"

The leader of the Lifeng Sect had a look of admiration in his eyes: "This legendary treasure, I am lucky enough to see it here, it is really worth the trip."

The artifact War Thunder is an extremely rare treasure. The arena can be combined or divided into multiple areas to form a powerful barrier.

This kind of treasure is usually only used in major events or important occasions...

With the activation of the artifact War Thunder, the entire venue was shrouded in powerful force.

The audience felt a mysterious and solemn atmosphere and were amazed.

"Inside the barrier, every player can feel the sounds from the outside world, but they will not be disturbed at all and can devote themselves to the battle wholeheartedly..."

"For viewers, they can choose to watch the exciting match in any place and will not miss any moment..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

This War Thunder is a divine weapon from ancient times, a legendary existence that possesses the power to split the sky and earth, and is regarded by the world as a supreme treasure.

However, today they were fortunate enough to witness the true appearance of Mount Lu with their own eyes, which was truly amazing!

Everyone present showed an expression of astonishment. The fact that they could easily take out a divine weapon as a competition venue showed that this mysterious force had a profound foundation and strong financial resources, which was definitely not comparable to ordinary forces.

As the competition began, ten arenas opened at the same time, and the contestants on each arena took their positions.

"Are you Tang Qi's junior master?"

Xiao Yixuan held a guqin, his eyes swept across Huo Ling'er's beautiful face, and asked with a hint of doubt.

"Yes, I am. Any questions?"

Huo Ling'er also looked at the pale man in front of her with curiosity.

I don’t know why he is like this, is he sick or poisoned?

Oh, this is not the time to think about this.

Besides, he is still his opponent.

In an instant, she flipped her palm, and the Dream Bell quietly appeared in her palm.

Looking at the bell that was flashing brilliant light and emitting a powerful aura, Xiao Yixuan's expression instantly became alert.

"Shouldn't your spiritual weapon be a long stick? Are you also good at playing musical instruments?"

Huo Ling'er raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile: "Of course I would, otherwise why would I take it out?"

After all, there are so many spiritual skills in her space, so many that even many sects on the continent cannot compare to hers.

With the sound of a deafening drum, the second round of the competition officially began.

……

"Son, that Ling Ye is so ignorant that she dares to disobey you. Should we use some means to make her obey you?"

One of the four hall masters, one of whom was called Hall Master Qing, knelt at Jun Moyan's feet and spoke with a flattering look on his face.

As soon as the second round started, he immediately ran to the back hall.

"Methods? What methods do you want to use?"

Jun Moyan's expression was normal, and his pair of turbid white pupils were accurately fixed on this hall master.

When the Qing Hall Master saw this, he thought, is this a good thing? He immediately said, "Holy Son, according to Ling Ye's strength, she should be able to enter the blessed land of Piao Miao Mountain. Then we can ambush her anywhere, tie her up and bring her back to the temple."

"hehe!"

Jun Moyan laughed when he heard that, and then slapped the Qing Hall Master away.

"I, Jun Moyan, would not resort to such despicable means. As for Ling Ye, she will definitely go to the Divine Realm in the future. I have plenty of opportunities to make her regret rejecting me now..."

A barely perceptible dark light flashed across Jun Moyan's eyes, but the aura around him was still as unattainable as the breeze and the bright moon.

Master Qing vomited blood after being hit by Jun Moyan's palm, and his face turned pale instantly.

He didn't expect that he would be punished so severely just for making a suggestion.

The other hall masters were so frightened that they dared not speak any more, for fear of angering Jun Moyan.

They knew that although Jun Moyan looked gentle at ordinary times, once he got angry the consequences would be disastrous, and they were not someone they could afford to provoke.

Jun Moyan looked at the Qingtang Master lying on the ground and said coldly: "I, Jun Moyan, act uprightly, how could I use such despicable means? If Ling Ye really has the ability to enter the blessed land of Piaomiao Mountain, it is also her good fortune.

You don't need to say much, and don't do stupid things to disturb the work of this Holy Son, understand?"

After saying that, Jun Moyan turned and left, leaving the hall masters looking at each other in bewilderment.

They secretly felt lucky that they did not rashly make stupid suggestions like Qing Tangzhu, otherwise they would probably suffer the same treatment.