Hearing Qiu Zhihe's words, Noila Mo couldn't help but look at Wu Yiren who was surrounded by golden snake guards.
At this time, Wu Yiren was also looking at him. Seeing him looking towards her, Wu Yiren waved to her happily.
Noila Mo withdrew her gaze and said to Qiu Zhihe: "Sister Qiu, will everyone in the Western Palace die tomorrow?"
Qiu Zhihe glanced at Si Minglan in the distance: "You have to ask her about this."
Noila Mo bit her lip and said no more.
Qin Gengyun walked to her side and said softly: "Wu Yiren was not yet born when the Si family massacre occurred. I believe that fellow Taoist Si will not harm innocent people."
Noila Mo nodded: "Thank you."
The two looked at each other and smiled. Liusu next to him held Qiu Zhihe's arm with an excited look on his face:
"Wow, Miss, my uncle is flirting with his ex in front of you, aren't you going to get mad? Ouch!"
Qiu Zhihe took back her hand and looked down at her belly, with a peaceful smile on her face:
"My husband and I are firmly tied together, and no one can get in."
Liusu looked surprised, "Oh my god, this jealous lady is not jealous anymore. Did something happen that I don't know about?"
Boom!
At this time, there was a loud noise in the distance, and there were screams of horror in the stands.
Everyone looked over from a distance and saw that a fighting platform in the West District had been crushed by a huge hammer.
The hammer head hit a male cultivator between the legs. Su Hongling stood on the long and thick handle of the hammer. She was tall, beautiful and sharp, overlooking the trembling male cultivator.
The male cultivator trembled so hard that he even peed, and said in a trembling voice: "I, I admit defeat."
Su Hongling didn't even look at him, turned around and left. With a move of her hand, the big hammer disappeared.
There was silence all around, and the men subconsciously covered their crotches.
Liusu quickly ran over to ask, and then quickly ran back and vividly told what had just happened.
It turned out that the male cultivator on the fighting stage said, "Peace is with Fairy Thunder Sword," and a big hammer fell from the sky, smashing the entire fighting stage, and almost annihilating the guy's descendants.
But the worst thing was the maintenance staff of the Tiandao Fighting Arena. They had to rebuild the fighting stage immediately, otherwise the subsequent competitions would not be possible.
Just as the commotion caused by Su Hongling subsided, something happened in the North District again.
"In the fourth volume of No. Bingwu in the North District, Cheng Qingyu, a married man in Zhenlian City, versus Chen Huan, a casual cultivator. Cheng Qingyu wins!"
The referee's voice was trembling, because at this time, Cheng Qingyu's opponent was nothing but a pile of ashes on the fighting stage.
And there are still black flames surrounding it that have not yet dissipated.
"Cheng Qingyu? Why is she here?!"
Seeing Cheng Qingyu, Liusu's expression changed.
As if feeling her gaze, Cheng Qingyu turned around and looked at Qin Gengyun and others. She appeared in front of everyone in a flash.
At this time, Cheng Qingyu was wearing black clothes, surrounded by faint black flames, and his whole person carried a strange aura, which was completely different from that of Zhenyang Sect.
She glanced at Qin Gengyun and others and giggled:
"Are you surprised to see me? It doesn't matter, I will make you even more surprised!"
Liusu glared at her, but Cheng Qingyu glanced at her contemptuously: "Little girl, save it, you are not worthy of being my opponent."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Liusu gritted his teeth: "This bitch, don't let me touch her!"
Qiu Zhihe said: "She has already mastered the Black Phoenix Flame."
Liusu did not play around as usual, but looked coldly at Cheng Qingyu's back, clenching his hands, with a rare murderous look in his eyes.
Qin Gengyun sent a message to Qiu Zhihe: "The aura on Cheng Qingyu's body is very wrong. I'm worried that Su Su is no match for her. Why don't we go and deal with her quietly tonight?"
Qiu Zhihe glanced at him and chuckled: "Husband, you are acting more and more like Qinglianmen now."
Qin Gengyun held her hand and kneaded her palm with his fingers: "I told you about business, but you are not serious. I am really worried that something will happen to Susu."
Qiu Zhihe gave him a blank look: "You are so worried about Su Su, why don't you wait until it is inconvenient for me and ask her to warm your bed?"
Qin Gengyun said helplessly: "Madam, how long has it been and you are still jealous of Su Su?"
Qiu Zhihe smiled, looked at Tassel in front of her, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Su Su is not as weak as you think."
At noon, the first round of fighting ended.
There were about 500 people left out of more than 1,000 people. They were all monks with Golden Core or above. They didn't need to rest too much and started the second round immediately.
The remaining 500 people have higher cultivation levels and are closer in strength. Compared with the first round, the competition is more intense.
In many fighting arenas, there have been situations where two people fought in darkness and couldn't decide the winner for a long time.
of course there are exceptions.
"The second match of Wuxin No. 1 in the East District, Zhenyang Sect Ruomei versus Feiyun Sect Qintian, Ruomei wins."
On the fighting stage at Wuxin No. in the East District, Qiu Zhihe was wearing a light green skirt, with a pearl hairpin in her bun, her clothes were fluttering, and her expression was calm.
Opposite her, a Feiyun Sect disciple named Qin Tian sat on the ground blankly, with a dull look on his face.
The Feiyun Sect disciples who were watching in the audience were also shocked:
"Senior Brother Qin is the most talented disciple besides Senior Sister Jiang and Zheng Mulin. How come he was defeated in just one move?"
"Can you see clearly how Senior Brother Qin lost?"
"I only saw that Senior Brother Qin's sword was like a flying fairy from the sky, with momentum like a rainbow, and then Senior Brother Qin's sword broke."
"Who is this Ruomei?"
Qiu Zhihe walked down the fighting stage calmly, and Qin Tian's grateful voice came from behind:
"Junior sister Ruo, thank you for not killing me!"
Just now, Qin Tian slashed out with his sword, but he instantly felt overwhelming killing intent, so frightened that all his spiritual energy almost collapsed.
He thought he would die, but he didn't expect that the raging murderous intention stopped in front of his eyes and did not take his life.
Qiu Zhihe ignored it and walked straight off the fighting stage. Liusu ran up and said with a smile:
"Miss, I thought you were going to kill him."
Qiu Zhihe said calmly: "He has the same surname as my husband."
Liusu suddenly realized: "It turns out that this guy is taking advantage of my uncle!"
Qiu Zhihe asked: "Where are the others?"
Liusu pointed not far away: "My uncle has gone to the North District, and Xiaolan has just come on stage. Let me tell you, miss, Xiaolan is attracting everyone's attention now!"
"Why?"
"Hey, you'll know when you go see it."
The two of them walked to the fighting stage where Mo Xiaolan was, but there was a sea of people around them. The male editor of Mo Xiaolan’s opponent raised his hand and pointed at her:
"Shameless bastard, watch me punish you severely today and fix your name for me!"
"good!!"
The countless male cultivators who were watching cheered loudly, their faces full of excitement.
"How is this going?"
Qiu Zhihe was puzzled.
"These guys are jealous that Xiaolan has won the favor of the Seventh Princess, and they all want to see him make a fool of himself. Xiaolan is now the public enemy of male cultivators!"
Liusu smiled and was more excited than the male cultivators who were watching and applauding.
(End of chapter)
