After wearing the book, I became the vixen master of the villain boss

The evening breeze was cool, the sky was getting brighter, and a white light appeared on the horizon.

The guards of the City Lord's Mansion have changed a lot.

On the high arena, the atmosphere is tense and condensed. Once the life and death certificate is signed, it will face a huge pressure of life.

The sound of the bronze drum burst out, carrying a strong smell of gunpowder.

Yan Xiuyu's phoenix eyes were cold, but he just looked carefully, his eyes were always fixed on the burly monk in black and disguised, his opponent was a tall and burly demon cultivator.

Due to the martial arts competition in the past few days, there have been many capable people and strangers in the city. Looking around, there have been many high-level demon cultivators, and Murong Mo has his eyes on the arena.

Every city has an arena and a tomb.

This city lord's mansion absolutely attaches great importance to competitions, and the arena has become a competition platform for demon cultivators from afar to compete with each other.

Countless talented young men traveled thousands of miles to the meeting, even if they did not win the favor of the City Lord's Mansion, they were able to test each other, seek opponents, and gain fame and power.

With so many people here now, Murong Mo happened to practice his magic formation.

These people could be his whetstones, and with Yan Xiuyu watching from the upper wing, he wasn't worried about revealing his identity.

And these demon cultivators just want to test the cultivation of their competitors in the same period. After all, most of them are here for the champion of the martial arts competition. Who wouldn't know the truth?

Those magicians in the city are looking for potential stocks, especially the most prosperous place in this city is the casino. Gamblers who want to buy and sell in the future will have special magicians to evaluate the qualifications of these contestants in advance.

The atmosphere on the stage was condensed, but it did not affect the enthusiasm of the audience and the people eating melons in the attic in the distance.

Especially the Moxiu who was watching the fun, they whispered, glanced at Murong Mo, then at Moxiu who was opposite him, and discussed loudly.

"It seems that Yan Lie is about to win, and I don't know who the kid is, but he is the first to meet a strong opponent." A magic cultivator clicked his tongue a few times and said disapprovingly.

And the other demon cultivator beside him heard this and responded a few words.

"That's right. Those people all want to win the favor of the city lord, but they don't care about how much they are. If such a magician is going to participate in the competition, maybe he won't be able to pass the first test."

Moxiu, who was wearing black and gray clothes, leaned back on the chair and shook his head.

"It's beyond self-control. The demon cultivator who was defeated by Yan Lie last time, I heard that he is still lying on the bed and can't get out. Why hasn't this one surrendered yet?"

"Another overreaching..."

Liu Yimei was bored recently, so she also went to this arena to see the abilities of those demon cultivators, hoping to find the shadow of the previous great power among them.

She raised her eyes slightly, put down the teacup in her hand, looked towards the high platform not far away, and said slowly: "Is this the new demon cultivator?"

They still opened this arena, and the steward next to him replied respectfully:

"They are all new demon cultivators, especially the taller demon cultivator on the right called Yan Lie. He has been in the limelight recently and has won every battle. The remaining one is called Li Qin. Today is the first competition. I don't know what he's capable of."

Liu Yimei's eyes flickered slightly, thinking of the problems in the city lord's mansion last night, her expression changed, and her slender fingers left a scratch on the chair.

"Has there been any high-powered demon cultivators in the arena recently?"

The manager thought for a while, searched in his mind, and then replied: "Miss, there are a lot of demon cultivators from the Nascent Soul stage here. I don't know who you are looking for? Do you want me to put the name on the list?" Sort it out and deliver it to you in the afternoon?"

The person in charge of the arena is used to observing words and expressions, and is quite considerate, Liu Yimei nodded.

Yan Xiuyu sensed that the young lady of the former City Lord's Mansion was in the wing opposite her, so she just took a sip of tea calmly.

Both of them were disguised last night, and the man couldn't recognize them, so he wasn't worried.

He raised his hand slightly, only to see a white light appearing in the white palm, flowing into his tendons, Yan Xiuyu frowned.

Recently, his symptoms have become more and more serious. From time to time, his spiritual power is blocked, and his body changes, always returning to his original shape unconsciously.

If he didn't hide well, maybe Murong Mo would have discovered the prototype of his little fox.

His eyes fell on the duel not far away, and the light in his eyes grew slightly, turning into a focused line of sight, which fell on that duel.

Once entering the arena, life and death are irrelevant, unless the winner is determined.

Murong Mo's dark eyes looked at Moxiu who was a few steps away in front of him, and he saw that he was full of sinews, and his bulging muscles hung like hills on his arms and legs. The corners of the mouth droop.

Two streams of white air spewed out from Yan Crack's nose, and those red eyes looked at the man in front of him, and said unceremoniously:

"Admit defeat now. Your grandfather is in a good mood now. If you admit defeat early, you can save yourself some suffering. With your thin arms and legs, I'm afraid you haven't been able to block my punch."

He didn't put Murong Mo in his eyes, there was clearly no shadow of him in those eyes, so he didn't have to look at him.

Murong Mo couldn't bear it either, his face was as calm as a flash, his dark eyes had a different color, and he said lightly: "Really?"

This fluffy sentence, but the disdain was brought into full play, it was even more contemptuous than Yan Li, and the two words seemed to be said inadvertently.

This cracked the flame into a flame that was monstrous.

"Don't eat and drink a toast!"

He sneered as if he wanted to regain his place, but that little deterrence was not enough, and he lost a lot to Murong Mo just in bearing.

People are sensory animals, and those demon cultivators were no exception. Seeing Murong Mo's stable appearance, and seeing Yan Lie's frantic look, he knocked down the sunflower seeds.

Now it's a good show.

"Bang!" The sound of a gong awakened everyone's consciousness, and the sound of "The duel begins!" attracted all their attention.

This kid also angered Yan Lie, I don't know what kind of miserable situation will be in a while, I am afraid that Yan Lie will smash his knees and destroy his cultivation base, it is a pity for his appearance.

The demon cultivators were very excited and couldn't wait to see the bloody scene.

Warlike and bloodthirsty desire/desire surged in the genes of the demons, and they wanted to see this full-scale carnage almost immediately.

But as soon as the words fell, there was a thick layer of smog on the high platform, and you couldn't see your fingers, let alone see the fight between the two inside.

The magicians below looked at each other, obviously this situation was not what they expected.

Liu Yimei in the wing frowned, squeezed the armrest of the chair, and said coldly, "What the hell are these two doing?"

Even a demon cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage couldn't see the mist clearly.

Could it be that Murong Mo or Yan Li had some magic weapon?Or is Murong Mo just hiding his cultivation?

She thought of this level, and combined with what the manager said earlier, I am afraid that the reason may come from Murong Mo's body. The flame crack has appeared in the arena for countless times, so it cannot be him.

Yan Xiuyu could see clearly that it was Murong Mo who activated the Hunhun Lamp, and saw that the white mist was covered with a thick layer of black air, but inside it was lightning and thunder.

Yan Lie used flames, and he built walls of fire around him, but they couldn't burn out the mist, and Murong Mo was nowhere to be seen. The current situation is not good for him.

The enemy is dark and I am bright.

He underestimated the magician before, but he didn't expect him to know this kind of magic.

He held his breath, trying to find the traces of Murong Mo, only to see a black streak passing a few steps away from him, his fingers slid quickly, and a flame rushed towards that place.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and a huge black lacquered pothole was smashed out on the ground.

Murong Mo hid in the past, he raised his hand, the thick black smoke turned into a black sword light, he held the sword in his right hand, looked sharply at the surrounding fire walls, and slashed down with all his might.

"Tearing——" the sharp and piercing voice made Moxiu outside couldn't help covering his ears, and then looked at the high platform.

The smoke dissipated, and the ground of the high platform became bumpy. After the whiteness, there were sharp sword marks on the handrail of the high platform, and there was a bright red wound on the back of the flame crack, and the eyes were full of disbelief.

Then when his eyes touched Murong Mo's sword, his face changed drastically.

Blood dripped down the tip of the sword, Murong Mo's eyes sank, the demon cultivator had glimpsed his secret, he couldn't stay——

Yan Li's face twisted slightly, he wanted to beg for mercy, but just opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't utter a word.

He looked at Murong Mo in fear, and saw the killing intent in those dark eyes.

Yan Lie didn't expect that he would die on the body of this unknown junior. The last look was unwilling and crazy. He wanted to break the boat and use the most powerful magic weapon and spells in his body!

A dazzling white light struck, and all his attacks and defenses became fragmented and turned into fly ash.

His last sight was the gong hanging high above his head, and he closed his eyes forever.

The raging fire left by the flame crack almost burned everything, and the high platform made of black iron was almost reduced to ruins.

There was only one person, dressed in black, with sword eyebrows drawn into the temples, and with deep facial features, walking from the firelight.

He is like a Rakshasa in the world, with an indifferent face, tinged with frost, retreating from the fire.

Liu Yimei's slender and white fingers trembled slightly. The man just looked straight at her, more like looking at her. Her pupils dilated, her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help covering her chest.

Suddenly, she lowered her head and looked at the white jade on her neck, which emitted a dazzling red light, and her whole face was full of shock.

Her destined man--

She suddenly raised her head to look at the high platform, but Murong Mo's figure had long since disappeared, leaving behind only a cold corpse, which was cracked by flames.

His eyes were wide open, and he refused to close his eyes until he died, and he held the black cloth tightly in his hands, watching the cracked arc, which was torn out from under the hem of Murong Moyi.

With a loud "Bang!", the referee announced the winner of this time, and the name Li Qin instantly became popular in the arena!

Defeated the powerful Flame Crack, but within the time of two sticks of incense, this speed is extremely terrifying. You don't even know who this casual cultivator is, where he came from, and there is not even time for the demon cultivators to react , the man left like this lightly.

"Ge Laozi! When did such a powerful demon appear in this city?!" A cry of exclamation woke up the crowd, and then they regained their senses from their astonishment.

"Damn! This is definitely a master among the demons!"

"I saw a big scene today. It's been a long time since this arena has been such a sensation!"