Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

At this time, Hua Niang was also staring at Zhang Yunqing worriedly, "Little Yunqing, you must do things within your ability, otherwise I, Sister Hua, will not have any extra pills to save your life."

The elders in the audience hurriedly asked, "Zhang Yunqing, disciple of Shenxiao Sect, do you admit defeat?"

Zhang Yunqing gritted his teeth and said, "I don't admit it!"

This little bit of damage was not enough to make her give up.

"Roar!"

A heavy roar resounded through the sky.

Purple lightning condensed in the dark clouds in the sky, and finally condensed into a lightning snake, which suddenly smashed towards Zhang Yunqing.

There was a moment of absolute silence on the field, and many of the sect's geniuses couldn't help but look at Ke Lanruo with new eyes once again.

With this level of damage, even if they were to face it, they would only suffer a crushing defeat.

Qianwen believed that he was strong enough and had the unique defensive skills of the Guyeng Sect, but if he met the man in front of him, he would have no chance of winning.

Lin Ziteng's cultivation was not high, and he originally thought that Zhang Yunqing's ability was about the same as his, or perhaps even worse than his.

However, she, who was enduring such tremendous damage in the ring, was able to burst out with a strength that was many times stronger than his.

Even the elders of the Shenxiao Sect and Xuan Zhengqing were watching the game intently, as if witnessing the rise of a new school in the world of immortal cultivation.

"boom!"

The ferocious and manic purple lightning snake slammed down on Zhang Yunqing's head.

"puff!"

Zhang Yunqing frowned and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

【-twenty four】

【-twenty four】

【-twenty four】

......

She hurriedly used rejuvenation and self-healing techniques. Her health bar had just been restored, but she was losing 500 health points every few seconds.

This is not on the same level as the previous little Zi Lei.

Zhang Yunqing hurriedly swallowed a Qi-boosting pill to restore his blood.

"what!"

Along with Zhang Yunqing's scream, a Qilin cub rolled off her body and fell not far away. The Qilin armor on her body was obviously gone.

This made Zhang Yunqing fall to the ground immediately.

“It hurts so much…”

While recovering his own health, he used his head to grab the ground.

The feeling of lightning striking her back was like a red-hot frying pan pressed against her flesh, and every part of her body felt like it was being placed in a space that was extremely cold and extremely hot, and was being tortured repeatedly.

Do these immortal cultivators no longer feel pain after their cultivation? Who the hell can bear this?

The people in the audience couldn't see the situation clearly. They only saw the purple snake's lightning power hitting Zhang Yunqing, and then heard a pig-slaughtering scream.

The entire arena was covered in crackling lightning, making the faces of the people around slightly purple.

What a terrifying power.

The disciples of the Divine Sky Sect were stunned, "Our fake spiritual roots...won't...something happen..."

But the elders in the audience did not take any action, and the bigwigs in the seats had no intention of stopping them. Does this mean that nothing happened?

Just as they were thinking this, a powerful spiritual force covered the arena.

At the same time, a red figure flew towards this side.

The purple lightning on the stage was absorbed and dissipated in an instant, and even the dark clouds in the sky disappeared.

The dazzling light from the sky shone down, causing many people to squint their eyes.

"Is it the leader of Huanyue Sect? Why is she here?"

"Could it be that the fake spiritual root was really destroyed by them?"

"No one will die, right?"

"Are you stupid? Senior Sister Lan Ruo is not a villain who would shoot arrows from behind. Moreover, with so many elders watching, how could anyone die?"

"..."

The thunder and lightning dissipated, and the situation on the ring became clear.

There was no one standing on the stage. The fake spiritual root was charred and flattened, and Ke Lanruo fell on his back on the ground, with large amounts of blood spurting out of the ground.

It looks like a lose-lose situation.

The leader of the Huanyue Sect hurried over and picked up Ke Lanruo from the ground and took her away, saying loudly, "My little disciple Ke Lanruo is not as skilled as others. I admit defeat on her behalf!"

"What? Did I hear wrong?"

"Senior Sister Lan Ruo lost?"

At the same time, Zhang Yunqing on the stage blew out a puff of black smoke from his mouth, and with a look of despair, he used a self-healing technique to restore his health bar to full.

When she heard the words of the Huanyue Sect's leader admitting defeat, a big question mark popped up next to her head.

"That's not right... Didn't she hit me? Why is she injured? Could it be that I have anti-armor on me?"

(ps: Anti-armor: an equipment in the game that can convert a small part of the enemy's damage and bounce it back to the enemy's own body)

"Aww~" A soft spirit beast cub ran over and rubbed her head.

"Qingcai." She just raised her hand to rub the little head of the spirit beast, and a bunch of chaotic voices rang in her ears.

"Xiao Yunqing! Are you okay?"

"Junior Sister Yunqing!"

"Um... um, I'm fine..."

"Come on, Holy Cultivation!"

Hua Niang helped her up and held her in her arms. At the same time, a group of people surrounded her, including some unfamiliar faces that she had never seen before.

"Is this fake spiritual root okay? Let her take a look..."

No, aren’t people in the world of immortal cultivation so enthusiastic?

These people have very high quality. Even if they don’t know each other, they will come up and show concern when they see their comrades injured.

Obviously, some of them are not even from the same sect.

Zhang Yunqing was so moved that tears filled her eyes.

People around: Don't get me wrong, we're just here to join in the fun...

A saint cultivator probed the injuries inside her body, frowned and hissed.

Hua Niang's expression changed immediately, "Is the injury serious?"

The saint shook his head silently, his face looking extremely heavy.

Everyone suddenly lit a candle in silence, and there was a sense of mourning and silence.

"I'm fine, Sister Hua." Zhang Yunqing stood up from her arms swiftly.

Lan Xiangzi touched his chin and asked, "Could it be a last gasp?"

"You are just having a last gasp! Can you please hope for something good from me?" Zhang Yunqing gritted his teeth.

Everyone looked at Zhang Yunqing, and then at this saint cultivator.

The Saint Cultivator was very surprised and said, "How strange! They didn't even find any injuries."

Everyone: "..."

Hua Niang: It’s hard, my fist is hard.

Xie Yuheng on the side breathed a sigh of relief, then walked away silently.

Take one step and look back three times.

He hung his head, looking a little frustrated.

Because I wasn't paying attention to the front, I bumped into someone's chest unexpectedly.

"Hiss!" He rubbed his head and looked up, "Brother?"

Xie Dengpao put his hands behind his back and looked him up and down with a frown on his face. "Do you know that Zhang Yunqing?"

Xie Yuheng immediately let out a sigh of relief, "Well... I don't really know her. Junior Sister Yunqing probably can't even remember my name..."

Xie Dengpao shook his head helplessly, "Come with me to meet the tribesmen. I have been waiting for you for a long time."