The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 37 On the Fairy Way (4)

Sui Ling tapped her wrist with her fingertips, and turned her head to look at Mo Tang, who lowered her eyes and her emotions were unclear.

He took out another bottle of medicine from his cuff, poured it out, and smeared it on Mo Tang's palm with his own hands.

The familiar fragrance of plants and trees drifts through Sui Ling's breath.

It's him.

Sui Ling sighed again in her heart.

Now she wants to use the original owner's body to complete the task, and after the task is completed, she will give her life to Mo Tang for revenge.

The cold ointment spread on the palm of his hand, Mo Tang paused, and only realized after Suiling's movements were over, he quickly withdrew his hands behind his back.

"Thank...Thank you."

Sui Ling saw Mo Tang's crimson ears and smiled lightly.

Qing Yi's strength is not weak, but he can't resist the halo of the heroine.

Unfortunately, he met Luo Mingyun, and he will definitely lose this match.

When Qing Yi was defeated and returned to Sui Ling, many calculating voices came.

"The disciples who won the Zongmen Dabi this time will enter the secret realm to practice. If the Xuandanzong can't even send out a disciple, isn't it too..." The speaker stopped his voice at this moment, and the rest has to be said What goes without saying.

Their purpose is very clear, to completely squeeze Xuan Danzong from one of the five major sects.

Sui Ling was still indifferent, but she sipped her tea calmly, and then spoke slowly.

"Isn't it because I didn't show up?"

Sui Ling casually weighed the whip that was inseparable from the original owner, and found that it was not easy, so she stood up directly.

His indifferent eyes narrowed slightly, and he casually glanced at everyone who had their own ghosts.

[The original owner is not as powerful as Luo Mingyun, now is not a good time to pretend. ] 1087 made a sound with some worry.

I have sense.

Sui Ling was not worried at all that she would not be able to beat her. She raised her hand and drew out Qing Yi's sword from its scabbard. With a long legged step, she walked towards the ring with a cool and handsome posture.

Luo Mingyun had already defeated the three of them and automatically advanced to the semi-finals.

So Sui Ling will not meet her today.

The girl was wearing a white shirt, with the auspicious cloud pattern embroidered on the sleeves representing Xuandanzong, her long hair was waist-length, blowing in the wind.

"Sect Master Qing, you should tie up your hair."

"No need."

Sui Ling spoke lightly, but with confidence for no reason.

Her actions are very obvious, that is to prevent the opponent from even touching her hair.

Someone gave a cold-blooded sarcasm, "Don't talk too much."

Sui Ling didn't care about those words, she looked at the person in front of her with indifferent eyes, raised her eyes, and signaled him to come up quickly.

"Offended, Sect Master Qing."

This person is an inner disciple of Yujianzong, who has been gifted since he was a child, and has already established a foundation at this time.

Coupled with the top-grade magic weapon in his hand, it can be said to be Yu Jianzong's last hole card.

The speed of the person coming was very fast, and the sword energy seemed to cut through the sky, rushing towards Sui Ling fiercely.

The girl didn't hide, but raised the long sword slightly, and the blue spiritual power penetrated the entire sword along the fingertips.

A thin mist of water silently covered the white sword body, and dark waves circulated.

The sharp blades met, and the strong breath spread from the center of the ring to the surroundings. The competition ring was shattered and broken stones flew everywhere.

The rising gray fog blocked the scene of the arena for a while, and everyone couldn't see the real situation clearly.

Qing Yi stood up eagerly, looking at the representative of Yu Jianzong.

"You mustn't kill your life in the Zongmen Dabi! You have violated the rules."

He knew that the strength of his junior sister was not even as good as his, so how could he win the trump card of Yu Jianzong.

But he never expected that Yu Jianzong would really dare to kill him, otherwise he would never let Sui Ling go.

The people who were stared at were disdainful. When Qing Suiling died, Xuan Danzong would really disappear on this continent. Who would care about them?
Mo Tang pinched the porcelain bottle given by Sui Ling, staring fixedly at the center of the ring, feeling nervous and tingling in his heart.

She can't die, she deserves to die in his hands.

When the smoke dissipated, Sui Ling still had that spotless posture, her brows and eyes were too lazy, and she was leaning on a long sword as a support for her body.

The overwhelming spiritual power of the water system is intertwined behind him, with a strong sense of oppression, like a king standing at the top of the world, with the majesty overlooking the world.

However, the person concerned looked indifferent and asked, "Can you admit defeat?"

If you don't admit defeat, you have to throw you down.

Gee.

Some trouble.

"I...admit...admit defeat."

The man was holding the shattered top-quality artifact, his eyes were full of disbelief.

What if you don't admit defeat?

As a disciple of Jianzong, the swords were all destroyed.

"Next." Sui Ling licked her molars and shouted.

The representative of Yujianzong is an elder. His inquiring eyes fell on Sui Ling, and he raised his hand and said, "There is no need to compare."

Sui Ling: "Oh?"

so kind?Why don't I believe it?
The spiritual power that Sui Ling erupted just now should be at least at the Nascent Soul level.

But... how is it possible?
She is only 25 years old.

Even a genius shouldn't improve so fast.

The elder would never have thought about it.

The person in front of him is not Qing Suiling.

It is the only pure god in the heavens, Sui Ling who has lived for hundreds of millions of years.

"That's a single water-type spiritual root, so powerful?"

"The water-type spiritual root, which has always been gentle, seems to be more lethal than the fire-type spiritual root. The suzerain of the Xuandan sect is unusual."

The people in Xuanling Continent belong to Mu Qiang, if Sui Ling has strength, then she deserves respect.

Sui Ling's white robe fluttered, her fingertips moved slightly, she jumped down while supporting the railing, her sleeves slid down, revealing the beautiful and delicate porcelain white wrist inadvertently.

When walking towards them, the crowd automatically gave way, and Sui Ling returned to the highest position with her graceful steps.

Withdrawing the spiritual power poured into the long sword, Sui Ling threw it forward.

Qing Yi recovered from the shock, and quickly reached out to pick it up, but when it just touched the blade, the sharp silver-white blade instantly turned into ashes.

She raised the sand on Qing Yi's face.

Qing Yi: "..."

Sui Ling: "..." This was an accident, listen to me.

"My Yezhi!" Qing Yi held the hilt of the sword with a mournful face, and after a few fake cries, he solemnly put it in his arms.

He will pay homage to the first sword that died fighting for the sect!

Qing Yi's expression was serious, but because of his youthful appearance, it added a touch of cuteness to the contrast.

"Sorry." Sui Ling knew from the original owner's memory that this Yezhi sword was given to Qing Yi by Qing's father as a birthday present, and now that it was destroyed, he would definitely feel heartbroken.

"It's okay, it's just a sword, as long as it can help the master... the suzerain." Qing Yi waved his hand casually, not knowing whether it really doesn't matter or whether it doesn't matter.

After hearing this, Sui Ling's expression was unclear, and she lowered her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking.

[I rely on!Is the original owner so powerful? ]
Sui Ling: "..."

Sui Ling didn't intend to explain too much, she was silent and didn't speak.

[The moment the spiritual power exploded, he was so handsome!Sui Ling host, hello! ]
1087 looked at Venus adoringly, and spoke excitedly.

Before leaving, 007 told 1087 that part of Suiling's strength has been sealed away, so there is no need to worry about her being out of control and destroying the plane.

Therefore, 1087 does not feel that this kind of super explosive power and oppressive feeling at the top is Sui Ling's ability at all.

Hehe Thank you.

Sui Ling sneered twice, then sat back on the high seat indifferently, with her head on the side, her lazy and noble gaze fell down, she picked up the teacup with one hand, pressed it against her beautiful lips, and lightly sipped it.

(End of this chapter)