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

Before Changyu Lanshan's attack landed, Lu Zhaozhao flashed in front of him and raised his fist high.

"What does she want to do? Compete with Changyu Lanshan in strength? She must be crazy!" Nan Rongrui exclaimed, and Cheng Sangjie also frowned with a look of disapproval on his face.

Lu Zhaozhao knew very well that this was not the best way, but at this moment, she suddenly wanted to have a fist-to-fist fight.

"That's crazy."

The two fists collided with such force that strong winds blew.

The hardness of his body forged through the body refining technique is far beyond that of ordinary people, even much higher than that of ordinary demons, but Changyu Lanshan is not an ordinary demon.

The Luwu tribe's advantage was fully demonstrated in this regard. Even Changyu Lanshan, who was seriously injured and out of control, was not at a disadvantage in a hand-to-hand fight.

The smell of blood penetrated into my nose, and blood oozed from my finger joints.

"Tick tock."

Drops of blood flowed down the wrist bones, and the blood of Changyu Lanshan and Lu Zhaozhao mixed together, but the power of the fist was not reduced at all.

"boom--"

The two men's bones made a dull sound, and the two figures retreated, then quickly collided with each other.

Their punches and kicks rained down on each other, and each blow was accompanied by the dull sound of flesh colliding.

Lu Zhaozhao punched Changyu Lanshan in the face, and she heard the sound of his bones breaking.

With one punch, Changyu Lanshan launched a fierce attack on Lu Zhaozhao's ribs, and she felt a piercing pain from herself.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Countless collisions occurred at a speed that was difficult to track with the naked eye.

At this moment, Lu Zhaozhao and Changyu Lanshan were not in much better condition, but she felt extremely refreshed both physically and mentally.

And Changyu Lanshan seemed to slowly regain consciousness after these repeated shocks.

Before the end of the game, his consciousness returned. He was stunned by the scene in front of him, but Lu Zhaozhao's fist was already in front of him.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, Changyu Lanshan's body flew backwards and hit the plate next to him heavily.

He covered his chest with his hands and spat out a mouthful of blood, and then the scene in front of him began to blur.

Lu Zhaozhao stood on his plate and gasped for breath.

When I inhaled, I felt a sharp pain in my chest because two ribs were broken; when I moved my hands, I could barely lift my left hand, but my right hand was completely fractured and could only hang down.

"As expected of the demon clan's top physique." She sighed with a smile.

The flames of heavenly fire emerged from the body and spread to cover the injured area.

This is an added benefit brought by body training. Her recovery speed is hundreds or thousands of times faster than that of ordinary people!

Her body was shaking, but it was not because she was unconscious, but because the ground she was standing on was falling.

"Pa pa pa." The palace guard clapped his hands to show encouragement.

Without the palace guards to restrain him, Changyu Lanshan immediately ran towards the area where Changyu Lan Pass was located.

"Lanshan, wake up!" Changyu Languan anxiously checked his condition and half-lifted Changyu Lanshan to lean against him.

When Lu Zhaozhao walked down from the plate, he passed by the two people and couldn't help but look sideways.

The worry on Changyu Languan's face did not seem fake. During the fight just now, she also noticed that Changyu Languan seemed to have a conflict with the palace guards outside the arena. He must have wanted to enter the arena, but was stopped by the palace guards.

While she was fighting fiercely with Changyu Lanshan, Changyu Languan was also fighting fiercely with the palace guards.

However, Changyu Lanshan obviously showed complete disgust towards his brother, but Changyu Languan's concern did not seem fake.

What a difficult pair of brothers they are, Lu Zhaozhao smiled and lowered his head.

Just as she was about to leave, Changyu Languan suddenly called her.

"Thank you."

Lu Zhaozhao was confused, so Changyu Languan continued, "You fought with Lanshan, allowing him to release the pent-up energy. That final punch even cleared away the blood clots that had been accumulating for so long. So..." He paused, then continued, "You saved Lanshan's life. I will repay this favor."

After listening to him, Lu Zhaozhao finally understood.

Heaven and earth can bear witness that she really just felt itchy and wanted to fight, but she didn't expect to help Changyu Lanshan by accident. However, since Changyu Lanshan said so, there was no need for her to refute, so she simply took advantage of the opportunity.

The palace guard coughed, drawing everyone's attention.

"The ten victorious in this battle will be the Demon Lord's personal guards in the future, directly under the Demon Lord, with the same rank as deputy generals. They will depart for the border tomorrow to fight against the human race."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at everyone present and continued, "The forty defeated contestants can also serve as my personal guards and be directly under my command."

The forty contestants who had just been discouraged by their defeat could not help but smile when they heard the news. The whole hall was filled with a joyful atmosphere, except for the commanders of the eight tribes present.

"He wants to compete with us. Deputy General, huh, why not just appoint him as commander-in-chief!" Commander Nan Rong cursed inwardly and complained to Commander Cheng Sang beside him.

Commander Cheng Sang of the Gu Diao tribe had a very aged face. He was the oldest and most experienced person present. At that moment, his cloudy eyes gleamed with a sharp light. "What are you afraid of? All eight tribes are involved. The remaining two will be easy to win over. If they don't understand, don't blame us for being ruthless."

"I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about our internal disunity. Changyu Languan is full of evil intentions, and his brother is not someone to be trifled with. I'm afraid he might go against us just to oppose Changyu Languan."

"Changyu Languan knows his limits and won't make any mistakes in this matter. As for his brother..." Commander Cheng Sang paused, his tone becoming ruthless, "If he can't handle it, then we elders will take charge!"

Upon hearing this, Commander Nan Rong smiled and said, "You are so knowledgeable and experienced. No wonder you have trained Jie so well. In terms of both cultivation and mindset, he is considered the strongest among the eight clans."

"Jie is the clan leader. His opponent is not the new generation of the eight clans, but the strongest of the entire demon clan!" Commander Cheng Sang said sternly. Commander Nan Rong smiled awkwardly and nodded in agreement.

Commander Cheng Sang ignored him and just kept his eyes on Cheng Sangjie.

This is the heir he personally trained. His cultivation and bearing are far beyond the reach of ordinary people. Wherever he is, he will unconsciously become the center. For example, right now, although the other seven clans are standing scattered, they are centered around him.

However, Cheng Sangjie looked strange today. His eyes were not on the overall situation, but focused on one point.

Commander Cheng Sang followed his gaze and saw a woman in green.

He thought for a moment and called his subordinates: "Find me all the information about that woman's life and her tribe."

The subordinates took the order and left.

Commander Nan Rong was attracted by his movements and followed his gaze. He immediately understood: "I heard that woman is from the Nüba tribe."

"Female?"

"Yes, A Rui said in the letter that this person's scheming and cultivation are no less than Jie's, and they suffered several losses. However, I heard that Jie is quite interested in her, and a few days ago he asked A Rui to send a message to ask me for the records of the Nüba tribe." Commander Nan Rong continued to add.

"Really?" Commander Cheng Sang stroked his long white beard and stared at Lu Zhaozhao in the field with his dead fish eyes.