The villain is forced to run away by me every day

Chapter 80
good friend?
Hearing this, Lian Xudun felt sour in his heart.

In this world of cultivating immortals, is there really any friend at all?
He looked up at Lingjiu, "Well, friend!"

Although Lian Xu didn't tell her what happened, Lingjiu believed that sooner or later, he would put his mind at ease and tell her.

One after another, many cultivators came.

"Hey, have you heard? On the training ground just now, Li Jiaoxiao broke Xu Shuangyuan's imperial pendant, and the two of them are going to fight on the training platform!"

"Is this true?"

"Of course it is true, I heard it from my lord with my own ears."

"Then let's... go join in the fun?"

"This is wrong! If the Lord finds out, he will be punished."

"I'm afraid, there are so many people, they won't notice us, besides, let's just watch from a distance."

A group of people said, and finally got up in a swarm and went to Dou Xiutai.The huge hall was instantly empty, only Lingjiu and Lian Xu were there.

Lingjiu poked Lian Xu's back, and asked in confusion, "Lian Xu, what do they mean by Dou Xiutai?"

Lian Xu turned his head, "The Dou Xiutai is a place for monks to compete."

"They're all gone, why don't we go and have a look?"

"This..." Lian Xu pondered, "Do you want to go?"

Lingjiu nodded again and again, "The Li Jiaoxiao they are talking about is a sister I know, she is very nice!"

Hearing that Lian Xu knew her, he couldn't help but agree.

Anyway, the Hundred Elders would not blame them, and they were happy to take a break.

In a short while, Lian Xu took Lingjiu to the practice field with ease. In the middle of the field, there was a ring with one purple and one white figure standing on it.

It was Xu Shuangyuan and Li Jiaoxiao.

There were many disciples watching from the field, and the crowd around them was packed.

Lingjiu forced Lian Xu to squeeze in, and the two thin people were almost squeezed into meatloaf.

"Li Jiaoxiao, you won't have to go back on your word when you enter the Douxiu platform. If you lose, you have to kowtow to the princess to apologize and destroy your face."

Xu Shuangyuan, who was dressed in purple, raised her chin and raised her voice with a haughty and disdainful expression.

In the match between a junior king of repair and a high-level master of cultivation, Li Jiaoxiao, whose cultivation base was one level lower, must have lost.

"Hmph! This Li Jiaoxiao really knows how to seek death! She even opened her mouth to go to the Dou Xiutai."

The people below started talking.

The person who spoke was standing next to Lingjiu, and Lingjiu asked in shock, "You said, Li Jiaoxiao asked for the cultivation platform? Why?"

The monk glanced at her, and hurriedly put his eyes back on the fighting training platform, afraid of missing something, he said, "This Li Jiaoxiao asked to go to the fighting training platform to prove that she didn't break Senior Sister Xu's imperial pendant. He also threatened that Senior Sister Xu would have to apologize to her if she lost."

Lingjiu nodded clearly, and only after hearing what the man said, she remembered the plot.

Seeing that Li Jiaoxiao had Ye Yuxiu, Tian Zong still hadn't given up on her, so the person surnamed Xu turned red with jealousy and took the opportunity to frame sister Jiaoxiao to vent his anger.

Unexpectedly, Li Jiaoxiao insisted not to join the set, and even proposed the matter of going to the battle to repair the platform.

Thinking of the next thing, Lingjiu couldn't help frowning, and his heart hung high.

In the end, Li Jiaoxiao, who is the heroine, naturally won, but she won extremely tragically. Xu Shuangyuan directly cut off a tendon in her hand, and because of this, her right hand was disabled for a while.

This passage made Lingjiu feel so distressed.

She wants to help, but doesn't know how!I can only look at it with my heart.

"This is what I should say to my senior sister. I hope my senior sister will do what she says, and don't use your status as a princess to oppress me."

Li Jiaoxiao, who was wearing a white dress today, became more and more elegant and refined. Although the words were warnings, they sounded as soft as cotton wool, and as proud as snow on a high mountain.

(End of this chapter)