Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Mo Qinglian quietly followed Qin Xuan, passing everyone and heading towards Su Qiaoer.

Su Qiaoer had not paid attention to Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian until they approached.

She turned her head and looked at Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian, frowning.

She felt that Qin Xuan was familiar, but she knew Mo Qinglian.

Su Qiaoer's pupils shrank slightly, and she looked at Mo Qinglian, "Why are you in Baixing Hall!"

She immediately took out her hat and wanted to cover her face.

The woman was beautiful, and she and Mo Qinglian were both from China. How could Su Qiaoer be willing to let Mo Qinglian see her face like this?

Mo Qinglian did not stop her, this was Su Qiaoer's own dignity.

After putting on the bamboo hat, someone on the side sneered, "Xuan Xing finally knows how ugly she is. Hahaha, I thought she was going to be in the world with this appearance for the rest of her life!"

"Who is this woman with blood-red hair and blood-red eyes? She looks good, and her temperament is also cool and beautiful. Her cultivation..." A Yuanying Zhenjun stared at her and said in surprise, "It's so hard to see through her?"

He immediately stopped talking, and his heart was startled.

Those who can't let him see through their cultivation are either carrying treasures or stronger than him.

No matter which one, it's not someone he, a Yuanying Zhenjun, can provoke.

This voice naturally fell into the ears of Su Qiaoer, Mo Qinglian, and Qin Xuan.

Mo Qinglian looked at Su Qiaoer. Unlike Ning Ziyang, she didn't seem to know her current cultivation and the evil things she had done in the past. Otherwise, she wouldn't have such an attitude.

"Come and see an old friend." Mo Qinglian said calmly: "You are like this, which surprises me!"

"You don't need to participate, I have my own plan!" Su Qiaoer's voice was a little cold. She glanced at Qin Xuan's old face and still didn't recognize him.

After all, Qin Xuan is now as old as seventy or eighty years old.

Not to mention Su Qiaoer, I'm afraid that Yu Xuan and other people in the Qingdi Palace would not recognize him at the first time.

Who would have thought that the high and mighty Qingdi would be so old, like a rotten wood.

"Su Muyu, are you okay?" Mo Qinglian looked at Su Qiaoer quietly, and Qin Xuan beside him never spoke.

"My brother..." Su Qiaoer's eyes were full of complexity, "I'm afraid I can't save him if he loses all his cultivation."

"Mo Qinglian, listen to my advice, and leave! You and I both entered the cultivation world. I'm miserable now. Maybe you're better than me, but you can't help me." Su Qiaoer took a deep breath, her eyes moved slightly, and she took out a jade slip and said in a voice transmission: "My brother is here, if..."

She paused slightly, and there seemed to be a slight laugh.

"If I die, I hope you can help me take care of me for the sake of our common origin in China."

"Even if it's for a mortal, it's good to live a peaceful life!"

She looked at Mo Qinglian, waiting for Mo Qinglian to agree.

"Have you ever regretted entering the cultivation world?" Suddenly, a hoarse voice slowly sounded.

Qin Xuan looked at Su Qiaoer quietly as if he was old and confused.

Su Qiaoer was startled, she looked at Qin Xuan, glanced at Mo Qinglian, and seemed to be confused.

However, she did not ask more questions and smiled lightly: "I chose the road myself, but I just had bad luck!"

Her shoulders trembled slightly when she said this.

At this moment, someone had already started a fight in the Hundred Stars Hall, and all the halls were participating in the competition.

A spiritual light had already landed in front of Su Qiaoer.

"I should go to participate in the competition!"

Su Qiaoer did not want to say more, she jumped and stepped onto the competition stage.

Qin Xuan looked at Su Qiaoer quietly and shook his head slightly.

"Luck!"

"She has already decided to die!" Mo Qinglian's eyes were slightly reluctant.

She was cold to others, but in fact, she also had a kind heart. Even if she was possessed by a demon, it did not mean that she was without kindness.

"Yeah!"

Qin Xuan nodded slightly. Su Qiaoer participated in this competition with the thought of falling.

In the eyes of the two, Su Qiaoer had already started fighting.

In her hand was a sixth-grade magic weapon, a starlight whisk, which continuously blasted out starlight.

Not only that, she should also practice the method of star deduction, calculate the enemy's offensive, and deal with it with ease.

In this competition, the opponent was only a mid-level Nascent Soul. Although Su Qiaoer consumed a lot of energy, she still won.

She fell from the stage, without saying a word, and began to recover her cultivation and swallowed a few seventh-grade pills.

Before her cultivation was fully recovered, she went on stage again.

After several appearances, Su Qiaoer also suffered some injuries and could bleed.

Her mana was getting more and more pitiful.

"Take it to recover your cultivation!" Mo Qinglian took out a bottle of pills, which were fifth-grade.

She didn't have many low-level things in her hand, and she wanted to find a sixth-grade pill, but she didn't have it.

Su Qiaoer glanced at the fifth-grade pill lightly, and under the bamboo hat, the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, seeming a little complicated and sarcastic.

"I don't want to accept charity!" Su Qiaoer said softly, "But I haveAt this point, the so-called dignity is nothing but ridiculous!"

She took the pill directly, took out one, and swallowed it.

Mo Qinglian said nothing, and shook her head slightly.

On the high seat, Bailian Star Lord just saw this scene with his peripheral vision, and frowned slightly.

"Go check, who is that woman! ?"

Bailian Star Lord's eyes lit up with a ray of light, blood-red hair, blood-red eyes, and white colorful clothes.

In this Chenhai Star Realm, he rarely saw such a woman.

Is it a demon cultivator?

He didn't remember that Baixing Palace had invited the Demon Sect to participate in the competition.

"Xuanxing... What a pity, but this woman is not bad, I don't know how she got in! "

Bai Lian Xingjun had a frivolous smile, with a glimmer in his eyes.

Cultivators often have a hobby, some like tea, some like music...playing chess, calligraphy, watching mountains and enjoying water, etc.

He also has a hobby, but it is people.

Women!

However, given his status as the grandson of Bai Xing Hall, a third-grade sect, and his talent, he is rare in a third-grade sect, so there are naturally countless women around him.

Bai Lian had long ago stopped caring about ordinary disciples in the sect, but instead cared about those who were stubborn and refused to obey. , cold and proud people, won his favor.

Su Qiaoer was one of them, and for Bai Lian, he never took Su Qiaoer seriously.

It was like selecting tea leaves. If some tea leaves were bad, they would be picked. Who would care?

Bai Lian looked at Mo Qinglian with burning eyes.

Mo Qinglian seemed to have noticed something, and her eyes passed through Bai Lian Xingjun's eyes.

The next moment, the Supreme Mind was shocked, and in an instant, Bai Lian Xingjun screamed suddenly, his eyes were bleeding, and he was almost blind.

"What!?"

"Bai Lian!"

There was a commotion in the high position.

Bai Lian's face was full of pain. He could bear the pain of blindness and injury.

"Dare someone to attack my grandson in the sect competition!? "

The old man, the master of Baixing Palace, was furious. The pressure from the supreme master instantly made the whole competition silent.

The Supreme One Yang looked indifferent, glanced at Bailian Xingjun, and didn't care.

Su Qiaoer, however, changed her expression.

She seemed to look at Mo Qinglian in shock. The previous scene was all in her eyes.

"Forget it, it's fine this way!"

Su Qiaoer laughed. She didn't know how much Mo Qinglian's cultivation was now, but now, in a moment, she could injure Bailian Xingjun. This kind of strength was definitely not what she could compare with.

Both came from China, but they were completely different.

Su Qiaoer shook her head and smiled. Immediately, she stepped forward and walked to the first stage of the competition.

Her eyes fell on Bailian Xingjun, and she slowly lifted her hat.

In her eyes, there seemed to be a continuous hatred.

"Disciple of Baixing Palace, Xuanxing, there is something today. I want to ask Guiyi Famen, and the Supreme One Yang will be the master! "

The faint words, but also the power of magic, like thunder, sounded in this competition.

"I heard that the Palace Master invited the Supreme Immortal Vein to take Bailian Xingjun into the Immortal Vein for cultivation!"

"Xuanxing is humble, and I have something to say, please ask the Supreme Yiyang..."

Before the voice fell, the Palace Master of Baixing Palace was furious.

"How dare you!"

Boom!

The Supreme's pressure enveloped Su Qiaoer in an instant.

In an instant, like a star crushing, Su Qiaoer suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and her bones were broken...

I don't know how much!