I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

The new disciples present now, except for Feng Anyang, were all whom Su Zuo had been matched with before.

Feng Anyang's junior brother Meng Sihao was standing among the many first domain disciples and looking at her intently.

He is about to fight against an opponent from the second domain, and this battle will determine the third place.

The rankings in the finals are highly variable, but the top few actually haven't changed much.

After the finals started, the first thing to take place was the third place competition between the first domain and the second domain.

Su Zuo's attention was on the competition stage.

I was amazed in my heart.

They are so good at fighting!

The viewing angle is full.

"Meng Sihao, win!"

The elder's announcement spread throughout the square, making people's blood boil.

On the competition stage, both of them were exhausted. One person knelt down on the stage and was taken away by his senior brother. A young man stood on the stage, his armor was damaged, and he sheathed his sword with a pale face. Only the blood on the side of his cheek was bright red.

"Meng Sihao! Meng Sihao!"

"Meng Sihao!"

"Junior Brother Meng!"

"Senior Brother Meng is so powerful!"

"..."

The cheers were overwhelming.

Su Zuo applauded very enthusiastically.

Respect!

Su Zuo still remembered that when he dealt with this kid, neither of them could get along with each other. It could be said that it was the most troubled scene for him.

Since he is the third one, it doesn't seem to be embarrassing for her to vomit a few mouthfuls of blood due to the power of his sword.

"Xiaojiu, it's your turn."

The elder had been looking here for a long time. Seeing that Su Zuo was addicted to eating melon, Yu Hongyu quickly reminded her.

Su Zuo came back to his senses: "Oh, okay."

Why did it come to her?

She casually glanced around and saw that there were elders and disciples in the square, the former in front and the latter in the back. They were densely packed with people, all staring in this direction, whispering to each other and discussing the situation of the battle.

Oh my god, why are there so many people watching? Are they all here to see her? !

Realizing this, Su Zuo opened his eyes wide and suddenly couldn't breathe.

Social terror committed a crime.

Yu Hongyu: "Xiaojiu?"

Yan Weiran was not surprised: "Are you afraid that people will see you? You are the one who gave you the spiritual stone right there and then."

Yes, you will get three immortality pills after winning this game.

Thirty thousand high-level spirit stones.

Kind and kind spiritual stone.

Su Zuo felt a little better, took a deep breath without leaving a trace, and walked towards the elder.

The arena for the final round was so spacious that it almost made you feel small.

The field was bustling with people.

Opposite him stood a thin young man, looking seriously in her direction.

The rich voice of the inner sect elder sounded: "Both parties share the same name."

The young man saluted: "The first domain, seal Anyang."

Su Zuo replied accordingly: "The ninth domain, Su Zuo."

"Junior sister Su."

A voice transmission suddenly reached Su Zuo's ears.

Su Zuo: "?"

During the competition, Su Zuo had seen people who talked a lot and people who talked little, but he had never seen anyone who said anything.

Feng Anyang, who was opposite her, looked at her solemnly. They had similar cultivation levels, and Su Zuo's appearance made him unable to call her senior sister.

The girl's face is fair, her eyebrows are delicate but not arrogant, and her dark eyes are clear and translucent.

But Feng Anyang knew that she was not simple. In so many duels, no one had figured out her trump card.

She hadn't even used the sword technique.

He was unsure: "Junior Sister Su, are your spiritual veins damaged?"

That was the only explanation he could think of.

Su Zuo paused. At this point, he no longer planned to bluff, and looked at him without saying a word.

That's right.

Feng Anyang understood: "I can't let you take first place. How about you give up after fighting with you for an hour?"

Generally, people with damaged spiritual veins cannot persist for long, especially when dealing with spiritual arts of the same level as themselves.

Su Zuo's opponents always ended quickly under her hands, and no one else could see her true identity.

Su Zuo's mind was full of questions and he sent a message: "Isn't it bad to crack down on match-fixing?"

Although fighting for an hour seemed to be an even battle between the two of them, why did this person think she couldn't beat her and had to play with her for an hour?

Feng Anyang: "This is not deception. Junior sister, you are already very strong, but I don't want to take advantage of others."

Su Zuo: "But I want to win."

The young man's expression paused, his handsome eyebrows were solemn, and he really hesitated: "You want to win..."

He seemed to be thinking about it and was a little embarrassed.

In front of everyone, the two of them were speechless and silent.

The scene does not look like a tense situation, but rather like a young man who is about to make a difficult decision in the next second.

Su Zuo: "..."

What are you hesitating about?

Isn't this kid a fool?

She doubted that if she started making trouble unreasonably now, the other party would really give her the first place.

Feng Anyang sent a message: "Okay, then I..."

Su Zuo's eyes widened and he felt that this was outrageous, and he interrupted him with an unyielding voice: "You fight hard and don't hold back, I'm going to take it seriously."

In her previous life, she was trying to survive in the apocalypse, and a little resource was enough for people to fight for her head. In comparison, this kind of genius who really has high hopes from aristocratic families is really a Buddhist.

Su Zuo never thought that one day he would encourage his opponent.

It's strange that this little genius from the first domain is too naive.

Feng Anyang hesitated and said, "That's fine."

Speaking of Su Zuo's victory so far, even as a martial arts cultivator, Feng Anyang believed that she was definitely worthy of being his opponent.

Su Zuo's expression was still a little strange.

Feng Anyang thought she was unhappy because of his slight, so he explained: "I will take action seriously."

Su Zuo nodded.

You better be.

The two reached a consensus and looked at the elder.

The elder asked: "After the duel begins, it will not end until one party admits defeat. Should it start?"

The two nodded.

The elder exited the competition ring.

"Boom!"

The sound of drums announcing the start of the game filled the square.

In the eyes of everyone, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

During the duel, you can use stored magic weapons, but you are not allowed to use hidden weapons, and you must fight openly and openly.

Su Zuo didn't bring a sword, and the bracelet turned into a jade bracelet was clasped on Yingbai's wrist.

Seeing that Su Zuo didn't move, Feng Anyang took the lead in drawing out his sword. The blade brought up the sword wind, and his body moved accordingly.

Su Zuo's figure swept away and dodged before the sword wind arrived. The sharp sword move didn't even touch her hair. However, the next sword move was waiting for her on the way to her destination.

It is indeed not easy to seal Anyang.

As Su Zuo thought, his figure suddenly retreated as if it had no inertia at all.

"boom!"

The sword move failed again!

A look of surprise flashed in Feng Anyang's eyes, and his expression became cautious, realizing what his junior brother said about Su Zuo's elusive movement skills.

He knew in his heart that Su Zuo's strength was equal to his own, and only then did he really pay attention to it. He realized that the outcome of this duel might not be as unsuspicious as he had previously expected. Victory would definitely belong to him.

Even though her spiritual veins were damaged, the girl in front of her still had a strong and smooth aura, without any flaws.

Tiangang Sword!

Feng Anyang recited silently in his heart while the sword formula took shape. A sharp sword turned into a virtual image detached from the spiritual sword and pierced Su Zuo's face with lightning speed!

Unable to dodge, Su Zuo faced the sword's edge with his bare hands. His white palm brought up the Yingying spiritual current, and he raised it like a thousand pounds. The sword's edge twisted and swung towards the ground as if it had encountered an obstacle that could not be broken through.

"boom!"

The ground of the arena shook, as if the entire square was shaking with it, and tiny cracks spread across the rock platform.

"Brahma Wind Palm!" The elder of the second domain murmured, "Comprehension...seventh level of transformation."

A twelve-year-old seventh-level warrior?

He has extraordinary eyesight, and he can naturally tell that this girl is just a hair away from being a sixth-level martial master.

What kind of talent is this?

Feng Anyang drew his sword, but he was evenly matched with Su Zuo, who was not armed!

The whole place was in an uproar!

Even though everyone knew that Feng Anyang's move was at best a test, it was not serious.

But Su Zuo was able to take this blow with his bare hands, which was also very frightening.

The elders of the second domain are still a little confused, wondering why this child has not come to the second domain.

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