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When Wangdie gave up after the first question, everyone on the plain suspected that they had heard wrong.
The first question is, did Wangdie lose?
we won?
In the first question, did the saintly madman forget the butterfly?
Their eyes were wide open and they couldn't believe that Su Li actually won.
So is this saintly lady so good at arguing?
If the debate hadn't ended yet, the final outcome would have been undecided.
Otherwise, many excited disciples would already shout out Su Li's name.
Some of the female disciples from Nv Piao Peak are even more beautiful. They think that when Mr. Su comes to listen to music in the future, he must treat him well and for free.
Zhao Lingxue, who was sitting next to her parents, put her hands on her hips, straightened her chest, raised her white chin, and sat on the chair with a hum, her pure face full of cute pride.
Looking at his half-drained daughter, Zhao Xiongtuo felt that his heart was going to fail.
Jiang Ningzhi and Zhou Qingqing were smiling and happy for Su Li.
As for Zhen Dexiao.
Zhen Dexiao clenched her fists in anger.
No matter what, after Su Li won a round, someone would definitely compare themselves with him.
What Zhen Dexiao hopes most now is that Su Li loses the second question!
At least this way, the contrast won't be so stark.
Otherwise, if Su Li really wins Wangdie, then he, as the loser, will be particularly conspicuous!
...
"So, the last question is called...Wangdie..."
Just when most people feel that they have won at least a small round, even if they lose, the loss will not be so ugly.
Su Li's voice echoed from the debate stage again.
Everyone opened their mouths when they heard Su Li's name in the last question.
What's the last question called?
Forgot the butterfly?
Good guy, what does this saintly idiot mean?
It turned out to be Miss Wangdie's name as the name of the debate topic.
What is this for? Is he teasing Wangdie? Or are you confessing your love to Wangdie?
Could it be said that saints are not only obsessed with their own saints, but also with saints from other holy places?
Similarly, Zhou Qingqing was also stunned when he heard Su Li's defense title.
Zhou Wuqing was extremely suspicious that this boy wanted to pick up girls at this time!
Zhao Xiongtuo's heart sank.
He no longer cares about the outcome of this debate.
He just wanted to chop Su Li to death!
This pig didn't want to take advantage of his own cabbage, but even molested other women in front of his own daughter.
Blanch!
Do you really think that I, Zhao Xiongtuo, won’t get angry? !
On the debate stage, Wangdie's expression was still extremely calm. Under his long eyelashes, his beautiful eyes blinked slightly:
"Please also ask Fellow Daoist Su to come up with questions."
Wangdie had indeed heard of Su Li's reputation as frivolous.
But Wangdie didn't care at all whether Su Li was teasing him or not.
She was just here to argue.
Su Li nodded and said:
"This question is called 'Forgetting Butterfly', also known as 'Dream Butterfly'.
One day, I was sleeping on the grass and had a dream.
In my sleep I felt like I had turned into a butterfly.
The butterflies were dancing gracefully in the air and wandering around. I was so happy that I forgot my true appearance.
After a while, I suddenly woke up, but the dream was still clearly imprinted in my mind.
I stood up and looked at myself, then thought about what happened in my dream, and felt a little confused for a moment.
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The girl hugged the pillow and lay on the bed, with her little white feet raised.
Even because she was in an extremely happy mood, the dragon tail behind the girl emerged again, swinging from side to side on the bed.
Su Li had already left at this time.
Bai Susu looked at Yin Ling's happy look and felt a little uncomfortable...
how to say.
Just because of a few words from that stinky man, this silly girl no longer felt nervous or scared about the new blood competition.
And even just because that stinky man gave Yin Ling a small promise.
This silly girl is still looking forward to the new blood competition.
"Really, what can a furnace-building monk achieve with his promise? What's there to be happy about?"
Bai Susu coiled around Yin Ling and hummed a few times.
Bai Susu was a little unhappy.
"Alas...why...why didn't the only descendant of my Tianlong clan inherit the wisdom of her ancestor me?"
Bai Susu is very melancholy....
"noob......"
Before Bai Susu could feel melancholy for a long time, Yin Ling on the side gently pinched the tip of Bai Susu's tail.
"what!"
Xiaobai was in a bad mood.
"noob."
Yin Ling put down the pillow and gently cut her long eyelashes, glowing with the slight heat of the candlelight.
"You said, if I become very powerful in the future, powerful enough to find my mother, and then find our master, will senior brother be very happy?"
"happy?"
Bai Susu was stunned for a moment.
"Why is your senior brother looking for her? From Su Li's description, your master seems to be missing."
"But..." Yin Ling lowered her eyes slightly.
"But what?"
Qianling Holy Land Qiandao Lake.
In this huge lake, there are thousands of small islands.
These small islands will soon serve as the locations for the new blood competition and sect competition in Qianling Holy Land.
After coming out of Yin Ling's room, a few days passed before the new blood competition began.
On the same day, Su Li arrived half an hour early with his junior sisters.
But even half an hour in advance, Qiandao Lake was already full of people.
In the sky above Qiandao Lake, there is a projection formed by a magic circle.
The projection is divided into a thousand small screens.
You can see the battles taking place on every island.
There are tens of thousands of spectators surrounding the projection.
Some of these spectators are elders of the Holy Land, as well as hall masters and peak masters, and there is also no shortage of disciples from various peaks and halls.
After all, this is a grand event for the sect, and it is also related to the reputation of the mountain peak at the entrance of his hall. How can he not pay attention to it?
Of course, there are many people who have placed bets.
"If you win, you can listen to music on the hook, but if you lose, you can work in the sea."
Success or failure depends on this!
Beside his senior brother and sister Qianyun, Yin Ling hugged the little white snake tightly in his arms and looked around nervously.
A naked man with yellow hair and upper body.
A pretty girl holding a long sword.
There is also a little girl who looks to be the same age as herself, playing with a jade flute.
Yin Ling's eyes blinked, looking at opponents one after another.
These people all look confident and strong...
Yin Ling, who had just been comforted by her senior brother a few days ago, now became nervous again.
"Don't be nervous."
Noticing that Yin Ling was shaking slightly, Su Li touched Yin Ling's little head.
"Yin Ling just needs to perform well, we don't care about the ranking."
"Uh-huh!"
Yin Ling nodded heavily, but her big, watery eyes did not relax at all.
But Su Li thought it was quite normal.
