The vicious female supporting role in the book cultivation world is crazy and involuntarily

Lu Zhaozhao opened her eyes at the moment of dawn and happened to see Cheng Sangjie and Tushan Xixiang walking towards her from not far away.

Tushan Xixiang walked straight towards Nan Rongrui and spoke to her in a low voice, while Cheng Sangjie walked towards her.

He handed over a water bag, but Lu Zhaozhao didn't take it. Cheng Sangjie curled his lips, raised his head and took a sip, then looked at her again.

Lu Zhaozhao understood that he had misunderstood her and suspected that he had poisoned her, but Lu Zhaozhao did not intend to explain. With this as an excuse, he took the water and took a sip.

Sweet and delicious, it can dispel the fatigue of the past few days.

Cheng Sangjie was in a good mood when he saw her relaxed expression. He said, "You and A Rui are both injured. Let's spend the remaining two days on the second floor."

Lu Zhaozhao nodded, looked at him, and asked: "What about you?"

"What?" Cheng Sangjie didn't react.

Lu Zhaozhao looked at him seriously and said, "Aren't you injured too? Are you feeling better now?"

Cheng Sangji's expression also became serious. He moved closer to Lu Zhaozhao and asked in a low voice, "How did you know I was injured?"

"I guessed." Lu Zhaozhao's eyes flashed with cunning, like a fox that had succeeded in its plan. "When you first met Jiufeng, you fought with it and your magic weapon was damaged. Although I don't know if it was your life-long magic weapon, it must have affected your body. Later, you came back to save me. When you left last night, I asked Nan Rongrui, and you went back alone. Jiufeng is very powerful, so it must not be easy for her to get me out safely."

"So, you're really hurt?"

"You asked A'rui? You must have tricked her into telling you something." Cheng Sangjie chuckled softly. He stared into the eyes of the woman in front of him, trying to discern other emotions from them.

Lu Zhaozhao lowered his eyes and said softly but firmly, "I owe you my life, and I will repay you one day."

"Repay?" Cheng Sangjie repeated the word, his low, hoarse voice brimming with tender affection. He said playfully, "Words are not enough. How are you going to repay me? Hmm?"

Lu Zhaozhao bit her lower lip. She didn't expect Cheng Sangji to ask her for proof. After a while of distress, she took out a peace locket from her sleeve and handed it to him.

Cheng Sangjie took it and rubbed the peace locket, which was not of top quality, with his fingertips, and felt an uneven area near the edge.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the place carefully. It seemed to be a word, but he couldn't understand it.

"It's engraved with the Sanskrit word 'Zhao'," Lu Zhaozhao explained.

"Zhao? What does this mean?" Cheng Sangjie asked.

"It doesn't mean anything. I just carved it unintentionally." Lu Zhaozhao pursed her lips. This peace locket was made when she was bored while practicing in the courtyard, but it was also the only thing in this world that was truly made by her. But her name at the moment was Guannan. She couldn't tell Cheng Sangjie that she also had a name called Lu Zhaozhao.

So, I tried to fool him by saying, "I carved this myself, so it counts as proof?"

When Cheng Sangjie heard the word "personally", his eyes lit up and he immediately accepted the peace locket and said with a smile: "Of course it counts."

Only then did Lu Zhaozhao breathe a sigh of relief.

Cheng Sangji wanted to ask some other questions, but Lu Zhaozhao just dealt with them bravely. Fortunately, Nan Rongrui, who was not far away, urged her loudly. Lu Zhaozhao hurriedly responded and walked away quickly, not caring about the conflict between the two of them.

Cheng Sangjie looked at her fleeing back and couldn't help but chuckle. His hand in his sleeve stroked the place where the Sanskrit was engraved. He squinted his eyes and smiled, looking in a very good mood.

Over the next two days, according to the original plan, the four of them searched everywhere on the second floor.

Although three of the four were injured, their strength was strong, and with many methods, the hunting process was relatively easy.

Two days passed quickly, and when the time was up, they were forcibly ejected from the barrier filled with monsters and beasts.

A white light flashed, making it impossible for Lu Zhaozhao to open her eyes. When she adjusted herself and opened her eyes again, she saw Wen Sheng standing in front of her.

Wen Sheng smiled at her, his eyes full of joy, and his pupils were as bright as if they were filled with stars.

Lu Zhaozhao also smiled at him.

Not far away, Cheng Sangjie, who was also transmitted here, looked around after adapting himself and accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene.

For some reason, his chest seemed to be swollen, and a strong sense of unhappiness spread. His face instantly turned gloomy, attracting the attention of people around him.

But neither Lu Zhaozhao nor Wen Sheng noticed him. Lu Zhaozhao stood firm and was about to move when the change in air pressure inside and outside her chest squeezed her. Her body, which had been severely injured and had not yet recovered, was more sensitive than usual, and she couldn't help but cough violently.

Wen Sheng was startled by her sudden action. He immediately stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. A ray of spiritual power penetrated into her. He was shocked and urged more spiritual power to be injected into Lu Zhaozhao's body.

With the gentle infusion of spiritual power, Lu Zhaozhao gradually regained her composure. She looked up and wanted to thank Wen Sheng, but suddenly, a hand came in from the side, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her away from Wen Sheng.

Lu Zhaozhao staggered as she was pulled, and turned to face Cheng Sangjie's gloomy face, feeling a little confused.

Cheng Sangjie pulled her to his side. Lu Zhaozhao tried to struggle her wrist, but Cheng Sangjie held it tightly and she couldn't break free.

"What are you doing?" Lu Zhaozhao questioned him in a low voice, but Cheng Sangjie ignored her and kept his eyes on Wen Sheng.

Neither of them spoke, and in the end, Cheng Sangjie broke the silence first.

"Won't the Demon King announce the list of winners?"

Wen Sheng's gaze shifted from Lu Zhaozhao's wrist held by Cheng Sangjie to Cheng Sangjie's face, looking at him with a look of surprise. The Wen Sheng Lu Zhaozhao had always seen was elegant and gentle with a faint smile. She had never seen Wen Sheng with such a frosty face and such strong oppression.

Wen Sheng did not leave, but instead moved closer to Cheng Sangjie.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the air seemed to be filled with gunpowder smoke. The surroundings became quiet, and everyone was paying attention to this confrontation.

Nan Rongrui was a little anxious and wanted to rush forward but was held back by Tudan Xixiang. She was so angry that she stomped her feet hard.

Cheng Sangjie looked at the oppressive Wen Sheng with a provocative smile. Wen Sheng looked at Cheng Sangjie with an unfriendly expression.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and the two men had already started to form seals with their hands behind their backs. Lu Zhaozhao's heart was almost beating in her throat, and the current situation made her not know what to say.

Just before both sides were about to attack, a shadow appeared between them.

It’s Changyu Lan Pass!

Lu Zhaozhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the battle would not be fought today.

Wen Sheng and Cheng Sangjie's gazes fell on Chang Yu Lan Guan. Chang Yu Lan Guan wore a standard smile and bowed to Wen Sheng before saying, "The Lord Demon Lord just sent a message, asking you to announce the list and enter the palace as soon as possible. There are still so many people waiting here."

Then he turned to Cheng Sangjie and said, "It's been years since we last met. Chief Gu Diao seems to have made great progress. The old man at home often misses your grandfather, so please give him my regards."

Cheng Sangjie nodded and quickly agreed.

Wen Sheng also thought for a moment, glanced unwillingly at the wrist held by Cheng Sangjie, and finally turned and left.

When the list was announced, Lu Zhaozhao naturally advanced. Advancing with her were the eight major clans and their affiliated races, as well as some famous self-cultivators.

Lu Zhaozhao's eyes were always on Wen Sheng on the high platform, and he thought to himself: It's finally the end.

At this time, Changyu Languan beside him suddenly asked: "I heard that Miss Guannan is from Nüba?"