The Hou family's legitimate daughter died tragically and went to the palace, and then she was r

Uncle Qi stuttered a little, and it was hard to believe such a result.

If defeating Zi Ling just now was just luck and calculation, then Qi Han's defeat was nothing.

Qi Han was his nephew, and he was very talented in martial arts. If not, how could he have reached the position of deacon with his cold personality.

"Same as me, poisoned."

Zi Ling sat in her seat and glanced sympathetically at Qi Han, who fell to the ground and was still stunned.

This cold guy probably still doesn't understand the situation.

After hearing Zi Ling's words, Uncle Qi Xiaoluo and the people in Wushang Camp understood why.

"I knew that Miss was the best."

Su Xiaoluo's eyes were full of excitement.

The young lady was really powerful beyond her imagination. Within twenty moves, she actually defeated two deacons from the Wushang Camp.

Although the methods are not bright enough.

But this is your own method, isn't it?

The Xuanhuang people in the Wushang camp were all shocked when they saw Lin Jinglan fighting against Changsong.

"Don't be too happy. She has used up all her methods. Even if she uses poison, she won't be able to hurt Changsong again. She can't win after all."

Zi Ling hit Uncle Qi and Xiaoluo mercilessly.

And when Qi Han was carried to his seat by his subordinates and sat down, he still had an incredible expression.

"What's your expression like?"

Zi Ling asked a little strangely, it was just poisoning, is it like this?

"I've obviously taken precautions, so why did I get poisoned?"

The poison he was poisoned seemed to be similar to Zi Ling's.

The two masters who were among the best in the Wushang Camp were instantly unable to resist.

Even now, they can only rely on their seats helplessly, waiting for Lin Jinglan to give them the antidote after the battle.

"That's because you are focused on fighting, and our little leader has the best time. But having said that, you are worthy of being the disciple of the Master of the Miracle Medical Valley, and he is indeed first-rate in using poison."

Zi Ling rolled her eyes at Qi Han and said quietly, but towards the end, her attitude towards Lin Jinglan seemed to have changed a little differently.

Then they stopped talking, and everyone's eyes were focused on Changsong, who was fighting with Changsong's real sword and spear.

It was true that Changsong didn't use weapons, but even so, it still put great pressure on Lin Jinglan.

Every time Lin Jinglan used his sword, Changsong seemed to be able to predict it and dodge the attack with perfect timing every time.

But even in the face of such a situation, Lin Jinglan still didn't flinch in the slightest. His expression was terrifyingly calm, and he stabbed horizontally and diagonally with his long sword. With every move, he used what he had learned to the fullest effect.

"boom."

After another ten moves, Lin Jinglan revealed a flaw. Changsong discovered it instantly, and then pushed out with a palm, hitting Lin Jinglan directly on the shoulder.

The slap made her take several steps back, and her face instantly turned pale. It was obvious that this slap had caused her considerable harm.

But she still stood upright, then she gripped the sword tightly and attacked Changsong again.

"Aren't you admitting defeat?"

After Changsong avoided Lin Jinglan's sword, he asked something strange.

"I haven't lost yet."

The four cold words that came out of her mouth showed the persistence in her heart.

"Okay, if that's the case, I'll beat you until you admit defeat."

Changsong was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly, and started fighting with Lin Jinglan again.

Lin Jinglan hadn't practiced sword fighting for long, but there were many scenes of fighting with people.

Therefore, there is no discomfort in fighting Changsong at this time. The biggest discomfort is that he may not be able to defeat Changsong.

"call out..."

When he was not paying attention, a very light voice sounded. Changsong waved his backhand, and a silver needle pierced the ground.

"Zi Ling and Qi Han both fell into your trap just now. Now it's a little impossible to use it on me."

Looking at the silver needle on the ground, Changsong seemed a little amused.

"is it?"

Lin Jinglan also smiled, and with a sudden wave of his hands, dozens of silver needles flew towards Changsong.

"Oh my god, this girl is so well prepared when she comes today. I guess if Qi Han and I hadn't been fooled just now, there would have been countless silver needles waiting for us."

Zi Ling looked at the dozens of silver needles released by Lin Jinglan with some surprise, and then spoke in admiration.

Sure enough, no matter what time, it is always right to be fully prepared.

"Haha, you are really interesting. It would be very interesting if you became the leader of our Wushang Camp in the future."

With Lin Jinglan taking action like this, if Changsong could still be hit, he would be really incompetent.

I can also give up my position as deacon.

The footsteps connected, the palms moved together, and dozens of silver needles were shot down in all directions.

At this time, Lin Jinglan had also used his body skills to quickly reach Changsong. With his long sword like a rainbow, he headed directly towards Changsong's face.

"Even if you are the leader, you are not willing to ruin my appearance."

Changsong was obviously the talkative one, and he moved very quickly. After dodging the sword, he didn't forget to say something to Lin Jinglan.

"Don't worry, I don't look very good. Even if my appearance is ruined, it's nothing."

Lin Jinglan spoke this time, but the words she said didn't seem very pleasant.

"You really deserve to be beaten."

Changsong sighed, jumped up suddenly, and kicked out. Lin Jinglan quickly took out his long sword to block it.

Then he and his sword were kicked away by Chang Matsu's force, and he fell to the ground. He couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. It seemed that he had suffered internal injuries.

"Aren't you going to admit defeat? If this continues, your wedding tomorrow will be completely ruined. You can just lie down."

Changsong said something to Lin Jinglan quite seriously.

"I haven't lost yet."

With these four words again, Lin Jinglan stood up again, held up the long sword, and stabbed out again.

Then she was knocked away again.

There were also injuries on the body and blood was flowing out.

Uncle Qi and Xiaoluo looked at her with distressed eyes, but Lin Jinglan didn't say anything, and they didn't say anything either.

"You still haven't admitted defeat?"

Changsong's brows also wrinkled.

"I didn't lose."

She didn't know how many times she had been knocked down. Lin Jinglan's movements became slower and slower, but the persistence in her eyes did not let up at all.

The people in the palace looked at Lin Jinglan with different eyes.

Holding the long sword, he moved towards Changsong slowly. Although the sword seemed sharp, it didn't have much power.

Changsong frowned and paused for a moment. He waited until Lin Jinglan's sword was about to hit him, then knocked Lin Jinglan away with a palm.

But this time, Lin Jinglan smiled at him.

"you lose!"