Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

The fourth day of the conference is the melee of the team competition, and the five high platforms have been removed.

A high platform was rebuilt above. Even though the high platform was not very big, in fact the organizers used magic weapons and could accommodate tens of thousands of people fighting in it.

Today's event arrangement is that first of all, all members will be eliminated in a melee. The last ten teams standing on the stage will participate in tomorrow's defense competition. Whoever wins more games will get a higher score.

Fu Ling'er and thirteen others were ready, waiting for the bell to ring. Wan Qiyuan was transmitting a message to Fu Ling'er.

"Ling'er, you have to be careful of the siege of Tianji Sect and Liuyun Sect today. I estimate that they will join forces, and the number of people will definitely be the maximum. There are forty people in each team. It is not ruled out that they will join forces with other teams to deal with you."

"Don't worry, they can find someone to cooperate, and so can I. Yuan Yuan and I have agreed, and the Divine Sword Sect has also agreed to form an alliance. I'm afraid he's a dick,"

"Haha, Linger, you are the only one who is naughty, so don't be careless,"

"Oh, I see,"

At this time, the bell rang, indicating that the team competition was about to begin. Fu Ling'er led a group of people onto the high platform and quickly found the best position, without having to worry about being knocked off the stage due to a sneak attack.

Yuan Yuan also came over with his junior sisters, and Liu Sangrui and his senior brothers also came over to hug Fu Ling'er and the others.

"Hey, Miss Ling, you don't mind if we come with you," Pang Qiaoqiao brought her junior brothers and sisters over to join in the fun and hug each other to keep warm.

"Welcome to join," Fu Ling'er had a good impression of this young lady from Pangjiabao. Maybe she followed her father, Pang Yanchong's cheerful temperament, and Pang Qiaoqiao was also a carefree and pretty woman.

"Hey, Qiaoqiao, come on, it's about to start," Yuan Yuan and Pang Qiaoqiao knew each other. Because the parents of the two families had a good relationship, they often met each other, so they had a good relationship.

As the referee rang the bell again, the game officially began. Fu Ling'er saw several teams quickly approaching them. The leaders were the disciples of Tianji Sect. This time Fu Ling'er saw that Li Zihao was joining in the meeting.

In the crowd, Li Zihao stared at Fu Ling'er fiercely for a while, then turned around and whispered something to the people around him?

Fu Ling'er paid close attention to the people around him, yo! So he was waiting for her here?

She could clearly see that those few men who looked very inconspicuous were clearly strong men pretending to be strong. Did they take the beauty-changing pill? I think highly of her too much. There are actually six strong men pretending to be disciples. The highest cultivation level among them is already in the late stage of divine transformation. Is this because they have spent a lot of money on her?

But it's a pity, they are all here to kill her.

This time Tianji Sect actually united seven teams, that is, one hundred and forty people, while Fu Ling'er and his team only had seventy-three people, basically two against one. These were just people on the surface, I don't know who they were secretly. How many people are hidden?

"Wuhen, Liu Sangrui, Yuan Yuan, and Pang Qiaoqiao, tell everyone to form a circle and attack and defend as one." Then Fu Ling'er stood in the circle to press the formation, and the Hanyue Divine Whip in his hand hit the palm of his hand one after another. , ready to whip someone with strong attack power at any time.

The melee started, and after Li Zihao whispered his orders, three teams of people rushed forward, with swords flashing and blood flying.

Fu Ling'er's whip was not fun to look at. The barbs at the tip of the whip were spread out. She waved her hand and the whip moved towards the target like a silver snake, like a dragon. "Pfft", the barbs penetrated the flesh. , the air of ice was quickly injected into the man's body. The man's body was instantly filled with chills, almost freezing, and he gradually lost his ability to move. Fu Ling'er turned his wrist and immediately wrapped his arms around the man, raising his hand, The man was thrown out of the ring, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Fu Ling'er's move boosted the morale of their side. Everyone cooperated and cooperated with each other, and with Fu Ling'er's assistance at any time, they were as indestructible as a rock, and for a while they could not get the slightest advantage from the other side.

Seeing that people on their side were being thrown away constantly, Li Zihao thought that this was not going to work. He then signaled to other teams to fill in, and asked the people behind him to restrain Fu Ling'er so that she had no time to take care of others. It would be best to If she leads them out, it will no longer be a problem for them to tear a hole in each other's iron wall.

Fu Ling'er's mental power never left Li Zihao, and every subtle movement he made could not escape Fu Ling'er's eyes.

So when someone attacked the weakest Nanhua Palace disciple, Fu Ling'er decisively attacked again. This time she covered the whip with the power of thunder and lightning, and the tip of the whip struck one of the men with her thoughts.

Thunder and lightning flashing purple light spread throughout his body, and the man twitched all over, black smoke rose from his body, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

This incident frightened Li Zihao again. Who is this woman? She is so strong. It seems that even masters in the transformation stage can't survive a few moves in her hands. Then... do these people behind still have a chance to win? ? Not only did he doubt whether his master was wrong in asking him to do this, he also couldn't help but worry about his own safety.

While he was hesitating, more than half of the teams on the field had gone, and the referee was already counting how many teams were left, but Fu Ling'er and his team were still standing still, even though they were stained, they were still standing tall.

All kinds of spiritual powers and skills were flying on the field, Fu Ling'er's whip whirred, and people kept falling down.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Zihao glanced at one place in a panic. Fu Ling'er caught it. It was in an inconspicuous corner, relatively close to the edge of the ring. At this time, a woman was holding an exquisite bow. The crossbow-type weapon pretended to be moving left and right, turning her head from time to time to dodge the flying spiritual attacks, such as wind blades or spiritual balls. Her calm look told others that she was holding the line from behind.

At this moment, she received the look from Li Zihao and knew it was time. She took out the arrow she had prepared. The arrowhead was pitch black. Was it poisonous?

He is indeed a vicious person and cannot be forgiven.

The woman had already raised her arrow and aimed at Fu Ling'er in the center of the crowd. Since the crowd was surrounding Fu Ling'er and his group's battle circle at this moment, and the figure was shaking, the woman could not aim accurately. She did not dare to take action rashly without full confidence. Just wait patiently for the opportunity.

Fu Ling'er's mouth curled up slightly. She thought of a way to make Li Zihao suffer the consequences. At this time, there were not many teams left on the field. As long as Lan Wuhen and the others kept going, it was no problem to enter the finals. So Fu Ling'er walked out of the battle circle and took the initiative to meet Li Zihao.

Li Zihao's eyes lit up, "What a great opportunity. You came here to seek death yourself. You can't blame me."

"Let's go together and besiege that woman." Then he winked at the woman outside, indicating that she would seize the opportunity and take action.

Li Zihao swung his long sword and attacked with five masters of the God Transformation Stage. Fu Ling'er remained calm and stood motionless. She waited for them to get closer. After all, the smaller the area of ​​application, the less consumption would be required.

Li Zihao and the others thought that Fu Ling'er was frightened by their formation, so they excitedly raised their weapons and attacked Fu Ling'er with a flash of swords and shadows.

In the stands, Wan Qiyuan couldn't help but sit up straight, clenched his fists nervously, and stared at Fu Ling'er without blinking, fearing that she would make some mistake.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened on the stage. The waving swords and swords suddenly disappeared a few meters in front of Fu Ling'er. Li Zihao and others also felt something was wrong. Their arms seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and they could not move forward. , as if stuck in a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper as soon as he struggled.

"What's going on? A witch, she's a witch," Li Zihao screamed in shock, but except for the people shrouded in the domain who could hear it, others could only see his eyes widening in horror, and his mouth opening and closing not knowing what was going on. say what?

"Domain? This is a domain attack. What kind of cultivation level does she have? It's terrible. It seems we have to explain here today," one of the late-stage god-transformation powerhouses shouted in shock.

Fu Ling'er had enough of admiring their frightened expressions. He stepped forward, raised his fist and punched the nearest person hard, and the person flew away in a parabola. As for how powerful this punch was , only those who lie motionless on the ground know.

Following the same pattern, only Li Zihao was left. Fu Ling'er withdrew from the area and approached Li Zihao step by step.

"How's it going? Are you satisfied with the surprise I gave you? Oh, no, there's another person. I think her arrows are pretty good." Her words successfully made Li Zihao's face turn pale again, and the sudden sense of weakness in his body made him feel a little... My legs and feet were weak and I was almost unsteady.

At this moment, a sound broke through the air. Li Zihao's eyes widened, and he was horrified to see that the sharp arrow was close at hand.