After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Jiang Chulong held the little rabbit with demon blood in her arms, fiddling with the two leaves of grass on its head. When she looked up, she saw Brother Li and everyone else, even Sister Bing were looking at her solemnly.

"what's wrong?"

"Chulong, if you defeat Brother Murong, you will have to face Jiang Yu."

An obscure light of destiny flashed in Li Mo's eyes.

Jiang Chulong's face paled when she heard this, and she lowered her head. Her timid appearance reminded Li Mo of the first time he saw her, when she was still a beggar named Xiao Jiang...

In the eyes of the God of Destiny, Xiao Jiang's golden destiny was suddenly covered with a layer of gloomy gray.

Her recent experience has become: "Because she is afraid of fighting Jiang Yu, she dares not draw her sword on stage. Compared to Jiang Yu, she is more afraid of the sword bone that was passed down from her mother and later taken away. Since then, the gap between her and Jiang Yu has become increasingly larger..."

"How did this list come about? Is it really such a coincidence?"

"Chu Long has only been on the Hidden Dragon Ranking for a short time, how can she fight Jiang Yu?"

"I have just prepared a very poisonous drug, and it happens to comply with the conference regulations, but I hope it will not be used." Huang Donglai's expression was serious.

Xiao Qin shook his head and said, "Xiao Jiang, you should just admit defeat later and let Brother Murong fight Jiang Yu. My teacher said you have no chance of winning."

"I?"

Murong Xiao pointed at himself, his eyes widening.

Isn’t the life of a monk a life?

Everyone thought Xiao Jiang should just give up.

But Jiang Chulong looked at Li Mo and Ying Bing helplessly.

Ying Bing's quiet eyes flickered. After some consideration, she sighed and parted her red lips...

Li Mo spoke before her: "I think we can give it a try."

Everyone looked at him in confusion.

Jiang Yu had already reached the Nine Apertures of the Gods a long time ago, and he had never fallen since he reached the first place among the Qianlong.

Xie Xuan couldn't help but say, "In fact, the gap between Jiang Yu and me is increasing year by year."

"The first time, I only lost to him by half a move. The second time, I couldn't keep up after more than fifty moves. This time, the gap may be even greater, because I feel...something mysterious within him is gradually being controlled by him."

"Perhaps no one who wields a sword will be able to defeat him in the future."

In fact, putting this aside, the gap in realm alone is enough to make people despair.

It is said that those who wield swords can be defeated but not defeated.

But you can't just throw an egg against a rock.

Jiang Chulong didn't care about anything else and cheered herself up.

Li Mo gave Murong Xiao a subtle look, and Master Zang Ai understood and followed him to the side:

"Brother Li, what exactly do you think? Do you have any new ideas?"

Murong Xiao became much more calm after entering Buddhism.

And it is well known that Xiao Li is the idea king of Qingyuan Sect.

Li Mo raised an eyebrow at him and said, "Swordsmen must draw their swords when encountering an enemy, right? If Xiao Jiang retreats before the fight, it will have a huge impact on his character."

Murong Xiao recalled that among all the opponents he had encountered, swordsmen were the most likely to get carried away.

“But if I don’t even have a life…”

"It doesn't matter. Now it's time for you, Master Burial of Love, to take action!"

"?"

"As long as Xiao Jiang's sword can't break your defense, then she won't be able to meet Jiang Yu. I have prepared a means for you..."

The two whispered for a while.

Just like that, not long after, the competitions on various stages began.

Li Mo finished the fastest.

After Zhong Zhenyue came on stage, he saw Li Mo's serious expression and said with sweat dripping down his face:

"Brother Li, don't do it, it's me!"

Then he jumped off the stage.

Several people from Qingyuan Sect felt that this scene was somewhat familiar. The difference was that this time no one called it a conspiracy, because everyone with a discerning eye knew that Zhong Zhenyue had no chance of winning.

What disappointed everyone even more was that there was no one telling stories on the stage of Wangqi Douhun this time.

The judges' panel focused more on another stage.

As the number one Qianlong, Jiang Yu was the second to defeat his opponent.

"This Qu Songyun is a wandering warrior, but his martial arts skills are truly formidable. How could he actually withstand the Crown Prince's first move?"

"As a woman, she has reached perfection in her horizontal training skills. Could it be that she ate Tianzun brand instant noodles?"

"What a pity! If she hadn't met Jiang Yu so early, she might have gone further."

In the Jiangshan Sheji map, Qu Songyun is a bronze-skinned woman with hair covering half of her face. Her figure can be said to be a smaller version of Guo Jing.

Facing Jiang Yu, she actually dared to attack.

But in a flash, a hand suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, with a dragon's roar, and her pupils quickly enlarged. She wanted to dodge, but found that she could not escape the coverage of the hand no matter what.

In her eyes, Jiang Yu's figure disappeared and he seemed to have turned into a golden dragon. His true dragon body allowed him to naturally achieve unity of body and spirit.

She moved one arm but held it down, watching herself being knocked out of the ring.

"The True Dragon Body is worthy of being the strongest physique in the world." Qu Songyun swallowed the blood in his mouth expressionlessly.

Jiang Yu said calmly, "It's rare to achieve great success in horizontal training."

It seemed like this victory was insignificant to him.

This was indeed the case, his eyes were always on the ring not far away.

.......

The fight between Jiang Churong and Master Zang Ai almost made the audience fall asleep.

"Master, please move a little."

"He cultivates the Golden Body of Acala, the King of Deliverance. No one in the Hanging Temple has mastered this for hundreds of years. I heard that even the Black Turtle Clan of the North Sea is ashamed of themselves."

"It's fine if he doesn't move, but why is he chanting all the time? It makes me want to go up and beat him to death."

The young talents and people in the martial arts world in the audience may talk about it, but in fact they all know how powerful Murong Xiao is.

Not many people in the stadium were confident they could break his defense, and the key point was that even if they did, it would be useless because they couldn't get back much...

"If you can't break my Acala body, you probably can't break my True Dragon body either."

Murong Xiao has a solemn and dignified appearance.

The Qingye Sword pierced his body, emitting violent sparks, but not even a trace of white mark was left.

“Is that so…”

Jiang Chulong felt relieved.

Perhaps Murong Xiao himself was bored, so he asked, "Xiao Jiang, didn't Brother Li become the owner of Fengyue Cottage? What does Fengyue Cottage do?"

Li Mo: “!”

not good!

"Chulong, don't tell him!"

Jiang Chulong was very obedient and didn't say anything, but someone in the audience smacked their lips and said:

"What's there to be ashamed of? It's just a brothel, isn't it? Master, have you ever been in contact with a woman? Hehe..."

Some of the men who had been to Fengyue Cottage showed slightly obscene smiles.

Murong Xiao's tiger body trembled.

...

The judges were still the purple-robed eunuchs, Xie Yiding and Du Shenjiang from Tianshan Sword Manor.

"Mr. Du, what do you think?" asked the purple-robed eunuch.

After observing carefully, Xie Yiding said, "The little girl's swordsmanship is far beyond my reach at my age. Moreover, this sword technique seems... more lethal for observing certain divine intentions, or even certain demonic races?"

"Dragon, snake, and so on." Old Du laughed.

He was almost saying that they were a race related to dragons, but the royal family was often said to be of true dragon blood, so he was reluctant to say it out loud.

Xie Yiding shook his head and said, "This Zang... um, Master Zang Ai is a Buddhist. It's naturally impossible for him to observe any real dragons, flood dragons or other magical things, let alone any bloodlines..."

"Hey! Thank you, Master!"

"what happened?"

"Master, he has horns on his head!"