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

The sky was about to rain, and the building was full of wind, just now it was just Li Ling's disdain and temptation in sword skills.

And the next thing is the official start. The spectators below have not noticed anything yet, but they have already attracted Liu Yanmi's attention.

"Those two people are good seedlings." Liu Yanmi glanced at the water mirror in District [-] and said calmly.

Yan Xiuyu knew that wisp of divine consciousness, so he didn't show his edge too much, but the opponent was so powerful, even if he wanted to keep a low profile, he couldn't.

His eyes fell on Li Ling's body, and the silk in his hands spread out, turning into countless white threads, like densely packed sharp needles, swarming towards Li Ling.

Li Ling took out the Fiery Knife, slashed it with the knife, opened a road among thousands of troops, and rushed towards Yan Xiuyu's direction.

The thunderous sound of blade handover was fast and decisive.

Yan Xiuyu couldn't take out his saber, but Liu Yanmi was looking at him, so he could only turn his aura into a sword and face Li Ling calmly.

The clanging of swords and swords created several deep cracks on the black iron of the high platform. It is conceivable that if it falls on a human body, it will destroy its cultivation base even if it does not die.

Yan Xiuyu's sword had already cut Li Ling's face, and the white light was shining brightly.

However, his lower abdomen suddenly twitched, he couldn't help frowning, and endured it.

Li Ling fell into a disadvantage, but he didn't look decadent at all. On the contrary, he became more and more courageous as he fought. He stared at Yan Xiuyu with glowing eyes, as if he was staring at a fat sheep.

Between the rolls of his big knife, there were scorching flames, which seemed to be able to burn people to death. After blocking Yan Xiuyu's sword light, the attack fell on Li Ling's body, and there were already bloodstains.

Yan Xiuyu frowned, but his subordinates kept moving. After all, he had cultivated for hundreds of years, so he naturally had more knowledge, stronger actual combat ability, and more solidified spiritual consciousness than this demon cultivator.

He had been waiting for the demon cultivator to admit defeat and bow his head. After all, Li Ling was a tough guy. He was seriously injured, but he didn't admit defeat at all, and he still had the courage to continue fighting.

In the end, he couldn't stand the man's scarlet eyes staring straight at him, and directly swung him off the competition stage with sword energy.

With a sound of "Bang!", Li Ling fell down the steps. As far as he could see, the winner had already been announced. He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked straight at Yan Xiuyu on the stage.

"I remember you."

Yan Xiuyu was aloof and looked down at Li Ling. He didn't know why he was going crazy again. He felt that this demon would not even take his life because of his cultivation, so he was a little speechless.

"No need." He said coldly, and then walked off the ring.

Li Ling felt that this opponent was extremely lacking in words. From the beginning to the end of the competition, except for the introduction at the beginning, the total words he spoke to him did not exceed ten words, and there was one sentence that was repeated!

This is a casual cultivator who is withdrawn and cold by nature.

He immediately made a definition, without further words, slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes still fixed on Yan Xiuyu.

The elder referee beside him announced the final result, and even he did not expect that Yan Xiuyu would win this round.

It's just that when he blinked again, the demon cultivator disappeared again, and he couldn't help but smiled wryly, are all these demon cultivators so busy now?

Didn't even say hello, and didn't leave the audience to take a look?

And when he looked at Li Ling, he was gone.

This is one of two!Are you all that arrogant now?Don't take him as a referee seriously.The referee elder was a little sulking, and there was nothing else to watch for the rest of the game.

Today's first competition took all of their attention. Even if the two of them had left, the demon cultivators below were still in the aftertaste. Among them, the demon cultivator who yelled the loudest made everyone who heard it sad.

"Damn it! I put all my money on Li Ling! That's all my net worth! Ahhhh! It turned out to be like this! My money! My spirit stone! This time I lost even my pants. Not left!"

Hearing this shout, the referee elder felt a little better. He coughed and said lightly to Moxiu below: "Quiet——"

That demon cultivator was still very sad.

The next match was nothing to watch, and Yan Xiuyu also left early, but she didn't expect to be covered with a dog skin plaster.

"Are you okay? Don't follow me."

He sighed, turned his head, looked at the demon cultivator who was following him behind him, and helped his forehead.

At this time, he had already put on a mask, and a black veiled hat covered his entire figure, and even the black clothes had been changed back to white by him. Walking in the alley, no one could even He was recognized as the magic cultivator on the ring just now.

"You were disguised just now, can you tell me your real name, and we can discuss with you some other day." Li Ling's expression was very respectful, but this made Yan Xiuyu even more distressed.

Yan Xiuyu took a step back, facing a reasonable person, but this kind of invisible disturbance is the most terrifying.

He didn't know what kind of magic weapon Li Ling possessed, and he couldn't get rid of him at all.

In the end he was convinced, Yan Xiuyu's red lips parted slightly, "I live in a courtyard in the northwest courtyard, you can come to me if you have something to do, now I have something urgent to deal with."

The implication is that you stop following people.

Li Ling could only nod his head with difficulty, got the exact address, and stopped embarrassing others, but I'm afraid he didn't expect Yan Xiuyu to lie to himself.

Yan Xiuyu breathed a sigh of relief when he couldn't detect that person's aura. He walked towards the ring where Murong Mo was competing, and he could hear the cheers from a long distance away.

He stood not far from the arena, looking at the spectators below in amazement, his eyes fell on the top of the arena again, where Murong Mo was hanging and beating the Golden Core player.

"You bastard! You have the ability to face up! What do you count as being evasive!"

His opponent was a muscular demon cultivator with downcast corners of his mouth and wretched eyes. His figure was not bad, but he looked like he had been hollowed out by a woman.

Just like that, he still spoke rudely, obviously he didn't hit Murong Mo's body with one move, and he didn't even catch the hem of his clothes, but his mouth was unceremoniously contemptuous.

"I would like to advise you, admit defeat quickly, you, a little child, may not be worth a fist of mine."

His expression was contemptuous, the weapon was a heavy hammer, this magic weapon was okay, but it looked a bit bulky in Yan Xiuyu's eyes.

"That's all you can do? Huh? I haven't even hurt a single strand of my hair now."

Murong Mo sneered, and his tone was even more contemptuous. His figure was as tall and straight as a bamboo, which made the demon cultivator look dwarfed by comparison, but the audience below burst into laughter.

"This Mo Xiuguang can talk big words. I just saw him come out of Baihua Tower today. He must have slept there all night last night and gave all his strength to that prostitute, right? Hahahahaha."

"Oh, it's okay, I beat the opponent to win this game at first sight, after all Jindanqi vs Yuanyingqi, only Zelong dared to yell at Yuanyingqi to admit defeat, and he didn't see if he was worthy. "

"That's right, I admire his courage."

The people below seemed to be amused by this, and some of them couldn't stand up from laughing.

However, Murong Mo shifted his gaze to a black figure under the stage. He sensed the familiar aura of his master, and he stopped playing the game of cat and mouse. He hastily summoned a magic spell to knock that rude demon out of the ring.

"Bang!" A gong sounded, the elder referee announced the result, and then the next competition started, Murong Mo jumped off the ring and ran to his little master.

The people below thought a gust of wind was coming, but they were tired of laughing and began to watch the opponents in the next match.

Murong Mo followed Yan Xiuyu into the dark alley, grabbed the master's hand, and imprisoned him between the walls, his voice was slightly aggrieved.

"Didn't Master say that you would finish it early to watch my competition? Why did it take so long? Did you encounter any trouble?"

He has been dragging that person all the time, thinking that the master will come to pick him up, otherwise he would have knocked that demon down long ago, and he wants to end up looking for the master quickly, but then he thinks that the master said he would meet When I came to look for him, I held back, or what if the two of us were separated?

Yan Xiuyu explained the simple process to him, and patted his shoulder, "Isn't it just a while? I don't worry if you are fine."

After all, he is a great power at the transformation stage, no matter what, he will not let that Jindan stage monk suppress him. What he is more worried about is Murong Mo's battle with the same realm. Now it seems that there are no mistakes.

"I miss Master very much if I don't see Master for a minute. So does Li Ling. I don't know why Master waited for him to admit defeat. Next time I want to give him a try." Murong Mo lowered his head, He leaned over and rubbed Yan Xiuyu's cheek.

Recently, he especially likes this kind of intimacy. I don't know if his feeling is wrong. There seems to be an aura of intimacy in Shizun that makes him feel very close.

Yan Xiuyu didn't reject that person, it's just that he's still outside, even if he doesn't want to, he still wants to push this Taoist companion away.

He pushed the person away, met Murong Mo's aggrieved eyes, instantly felt that he looked like a scumbag, and couldn't help coughing and said: "Hey, let's go back to the yard first."

What else can Murong Mo do?

Of course, go back to the courtyard quickly, and discuss their "Tao couple relationship" with Yan Xiuyu.

It's just that this time it was not as they wished. There were a lot of "eyeliners" in the side courtyard, at least twice as many as when they went out before.

Yan Xiuyu frowned, Murong Mo's expression was unkind.

Not only them, but the other monks also felt this unusualness and couldn't help whispering.

But now they are still living in the room arranged by Liu Yimei, so it's hard to say anything, but a few of them are planning to find another place to live.

"I'm not a prisoner, why should I be treated like this?! So many people were sent this time." An angry Moxiu packed his luggage and left.

Yan Xiuyu and Murong Mo looked at each other, and they also had this plan. There are too many people here, and there are those demon cultivators who are secretly watching, so it's not easy to do things.