Quick wear: The full-level boss has torn up the cannon fodder script again

Chapter 220 Big Sister She Doesn't Want to Ascend (10)

The head of the Xuanluo Sect wanted to put pressure on her, but in the end he was unable to do so. Instead, he was attacked by a more domineering force, which caused the blood in his body to surge, and he almost lost control of his facial expression.

He thought it was Wu Lingzi who was secretly helping his apprentice, but after careful consideration, he found that something was wrong. He had known Wu Lingzi for a long time, and he couldn't be more familiar with it. Wu Lingzi's skills were not so overbearing, and even He would not be so merciless if he offered to help.

Is it...

His unbelievable eyes fell on the long blue-robed woman standing on the ring, and he narrowed his eyes.

No matter how you look at it, you are just a monk at the early stage of Jindan, how can you have such strong power?

However, he changed his mind, as a sword cultivator, she didn't even need to draw her sword just now to easily defeat his mid-foundation establishment disciple...

Thinking of this, he was startled, and looked at Shu Liang as if looking at a master with unfathomable strength but hidden clumsiness, with awe.

Wu Lingzi's questioning voice sounded next to his ears: "Brother Yan? Should I let Changyue come to apologize to you?"

He suddenly woke up like a dream, and subconsciously said, "No need!"

Wulingzi:? ? ? ? ?

He thought that the head of Xuanluo Sect was dissatisfied, so he asked patiently: "Then Brother Yan said, what do you want us to do?"

The head of the Xuanluo Sect said solemnly: "...The competition is based on strength, and my villain's skills are inferior to others. He provoked first, and he suffered on his own."

Wulingzi:?

Crowd: ? ? ?
Injured Fu Xiu:? ? ?

Master, didn't you just promise to seek justice for me?
Seeing the inconsistency in his rhetoric, and the 180-degree change in his attitude, Wu Lingzi was also a little confused: "Then..."

"The competition continues, there is no need to apologize." The head of the Xuanluo Sect paused, thinking of the provocative behavior of Fu Xiu before the competition, and added: "If your apprentice feels offended, I will let that villain go to the court another day." Come to the door to apologize."

Wu Lingzi still knows the temper of his friend very well.

Love face, don't want to suffer, don't forgive others.

When did you see him back and forth like this?

Wu Lingzi was dumbfounded, and immediately refreshed his understanding of him, and it took him a long time to respond: "...OK."
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After witnessing the scene of Shu Liang violently beating Fu Xiu in the arena, the people who originally planned to challenge in the arena stopped.

... Although they can accept defeat, they cannot accept defeat without dignity.

Being beaten up in front of so many sects without the power to fight back, crying for father and mother... It's too embarrassing.

Shu Liang stood on the ring for a long time, but no one came up to challenge him. Seeing the cautious eyes of the people in the audience, he felt inexplicably wanting to laugh.

No one came to challenge her, saving her energy, which was exactly what she wanted.

In the next second, Yan Liuyu stood up from the crowd and walked onto the ring with timid steps.

Everyone looked at the little rabbit demon in the robe of the Heavenly Sword Sect and began to discuss.

"She's a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect? Are you actually going to challenge my senior sister from the same sect?"

"Hey, haven't you noticed that she looks familiar?"

"Not only does it look familiar, it also looks too similar to Feng Changyue!"

Wei Yun looked at Yan Liuyu who was already standing on the ring, his brows furrowed immediately, and a look of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

... If he knew that Xiaoyu asked him for a suit of suitable robes for disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect to participate in the martial arts tournament, then he would never agree.

Qiao Shi's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who is that? Why does it look so similar to Uncle Feng?"

"That's Sister Liuyu," a disciple told him, and then scratched his head wonderingly: "What is she going up there for?"

Seeing that he didn't finish his sentence, Qiao Shi asked, "Who is Sister Liuyu? You haven't told me why she looks so much like Uncle Feng. Are they twin sisters?"

However, the disciples were in no mood to answer his questions.

The test has begun.

Shu Liang looked at the face in front of him that was almost similar to Feng Changyue, but showed that timid and pitiful look, his brows frowned, and couldn't help showing disgust.

Yan Liuyu caught a glimpse of her expression, and immediately showed a hurt and lost look, "Sister Changyue, do you hate me so much?"

The corner of Shu Liang's lips twitched: "Yes."

Unexpectedly, she would admit it so frankly, Yan Liuyu's face froze.

An excited smile flashed in Shu Liang's eyes, and the Yuhan sword in his hand was slowly unsheathed, shining with a faint blue glow: "Since you have sent it to your door, then I will not be polite."

Yan Liuyu didn't understand what she said, and had a bad feeling, "What did you say?"

Shu Liang smiled: "Nothing."

...The rabbit is so cute, should it be braised in braised sauce or chilled?

Soon-

Yan Liuyu's face was as white as paper and fell on the ring, her clear eyes were stained with mist, she pressed the Yuhan sword that pierced her shoulder, her lips were trembling, she couldn't say a complete sentence, only two lines of tears kept flowing , Silence is better than sound.

Shu Liang's face was as cold as frost, but he sighed regretfully in his heart.

Alas, the script is so weak.

How can the impact force be enough if it only hurts the shoulder?

Not interesting.

However, the Great Demon King obviously underestimated how much everyone in the Heavenly Sword Sect felt pity for Yan Liuyu.

Seeing that she was injured, Wei Yun and Murong Feng couldn't sit still for the first time. They blatantly ignored the rule that outsiders should not disturb the ring until the winner was decided, and flew onto the stage to check Yan Liuyu's injury. He didn't even look at Shu Liang.

Shu Liang felt a bit of bitterness spread from his heart to the tip of his tongue.

Sensing the remnants of the original owner's emotions, the Great Demon King raised his eyebrows, looked at the elder brother and the younger brother who hadn't raised their heads, and took back the Yuhan Sword without saying a word.

Fresh blood flowed out from Yan Liuyu's wound.

Shu Liang looked at the blood-stained Yu Hanjian and shook his head.

... Dirty.

Seeing the increasingly pale and weak Yan Liuyu, Wei Yun and Murong Feng immediately blushed and raised their heads suddenly.

Wei Yun showed disappointing eyes, and said nothing, but Murong Feng did not hold his breath, and said with blame in his tone: "Senior sister, you know that her cultivation is not good, why do you still make such a heavy hand? It's too much!"

Just as Shu Liang was about to speak, Pei Su, who appeared by her side at some point, spoke out what was on her mind first.

The black-clothed boy's eyes were cold and sharp, and he didn't hide his sharpness at all, "Since you know that your cultivation is not good, why do you want to take the stage to humiliate yourself?"

Hearing this, both Wei Yun and Murong Feng were choked, subconsciously lowered their heads to look at the person in their arms.

With red eyes, Yan Liuyu choked with sobs, and said intermittently: "I want... I want to be like you, I want to be Master's apprentice in an open and honest manner, I want to prove that I am no worse than Senior Sister Feng, I don't want to be someone else's shadow..."

Those words aroused guilt in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)