Travel through the Rainbow Cat and kidnap Black Little Tiger at the beginning!

Ling Ran pulled Hongmao aside and whispered: "Hong'er, you will act according to the opportunity later and ride the unicorn to jump to the other side of the cliff."

Hongmao hurriedly shouted worriedly: "Brother---"

Ling Ran understood Hongmao's thoughts, but now he had to save Qilin as much as possible before making any plans.

"Hong'er, dad has passed away. Let's not act impulsively now, otherwise it will be in vain all the painstaking efforts dad made before his death. You hold this Changhong Sword."

After speaking, Ling Ran handed the Changhong Sword to Hongmao.

Although he was somewhat sure of the plan, Ling Ran still handed over the Changhong Sword to Hongmao for the sake of safety.

Hongmao felt extremely regretful and understood that it was his own uselessness that had dragged his brother down, but he had no choice but to obey Ling Ran's arrangements, otherwise Qilin would be doomed if he fell into the hands of the evil tiger.

After Hongmao held back the tears in his eyes and took the Changhong Sword, Ling Ran took a few steps forward and chuckled: "Hei Xiaohu, how about we have another bet?"

Hei Xiaohu on the opposite side couldn't help but sneer when he heard this, "Master Changhong Sword, you are at the end of your rope, what qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me? Quickly surrender."

Ling Ran was not angry after hearing this, and continued: "Your father is deliberately planning to get the Qilin blood to cure his injuries. If we are forced to jump off the cliff, I am afraid that even Mao and I will be killed." Can’t catch it!”

Hei Xiaohu didn't expect that Ling Ran actually wanted to die together. He didn't know how to answer for a moment, pointed at Ling Ran and said, "You------"

Black Heart Tiger originally wanted to take this opportunity to train Hei Xiaohu, but he didn't expect that Ling Ran was so sophisticated that Hei Xiaohu was always led by his nose.

What's more, Ling Ran's words were related to Qilin and directly touched the pain point of Black Heart Tiger. Black Heart Tiger couldn't hold it back and walked out of the darkness.

"Master Changhong Sword, don't think that I won't dare to kill you because of the Qilin's protection!"

The torch on the side reflected the standing figure of the Black-Hearted Tiger, coupled with his frightening voice, which made the demon cultists on the side shudder.

This Changhong Sword Master is so bold, he is just stroking the beard of a tiger!

It seemed to others that Ling Ran had no way to escape and yet he was still so unscrupulous. He was really young and ignorant.

Who knew that Ling Ran was so bold and already had something to rely on in his heart.

"Young Master of the Demon Sect, don't you even have the guts to compete in this competition? If you lose this time, my brother and sister will not only surrender without mercy, but also offer the Qilin, and they will also tell a secret."

Ling Ran understood that after the previous competition, he was just using Qilin as bait. The Demon Sect was afraid that he would not be fooled again, so he immediately increased the stakes.

Upon hearing this, Black Heart Tiger sneered again and again, "What kind of secrets can you, a dirty kid, have?"

Ma Sanniang, who was behind, heard the secret in Ling Ran's mouth, and her palms suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

She was afraid that Ling Ran would reveal her identity in order to fight for a way out, and then she would be dead!

Ling Ran looked at the Black Heart Tiger and said in a deep voice: "Black Dragon Sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the Demon Cult members present looked confused.

On the contrary, the face of Black Heart Tiger, who had been the calmest before, changed drastically, and he blurted out: "Do you know the Black Dragon Sword?"

No wonder Black Heart Tiger is so shocked. It is true that the legend about the Black Dragon Sword in the world is true and false. As time goes by, it has been gradually forgotten by people.

Ling Ran, as a younger generation, actually knew about the Black Dragon Sword, which really surprised Black Heart Tiger.

Seeing that the fish had bitten the hook, Ling Ran continued: "The Black Dragon Sword is related to the energy of the Dark Gate. As the leader of the Demon Cult, Black Heart Tiger, you must know better than me, right? How about this, are you satisfied with this condition?"

Although it was obvious that Ling Ran was deceiving when he proposed this competition, Black Heart Tiger still refused to give up.

In addition to fearing that Ling Ran would be broken into pieces, what was even more important was the news about the Black Dragon Sword.

Although Qilin can cure Black Heart Tiger's injuries, only the Black Dragon Sword can make his skills go further.

"Hu'er, you have another try with him. Remember, don't fall for this kid's tricks!"

When Hei Xiaohu heard Hei Xinhu's decision, he was a little surprised. It seemed that the Black Dragon Sword held a lot of weight in his father's heart.

Now that Black Heart Tiger had made his decision, and Hei Xiaohu was not convinced by the results of the previous competition, he stepped forward and prepared to compete with Ling Ran.

"Master Changhong Sword, I will compete with you again. This time I will make you completely defeated!"

After speaking, Hei Xiaohu clenched his fists tightly, obviously wanting to avenge his shame.

Compared with the old fox Heixinhu, Hei Xiaohu doesn't have so many twists and turns. He directly expresses his inner thoughts.

Ling Ran responded with a smile: "Hei Xiaohu, I know you were unwilling to lose in the last competition, so how about we change the method this time and compete in Qinggong?"

"Hmph!" Hei Xiaohu asked, "What kind of comparison?"

Ling Ran pointed to the ground and said, "It's very simple. Whoever lands first will admit defeat."

After speaking, Ling Ran tapped his feet, and his body floated up, standing on one foot at the feather of an arrow inserted into the ground.

Ordinary arrows are simply not strong enough to support a person's weight. Ling Ran was able to stand on top of it, apparently pouring energy from his body into the arrow to increase its hardness.

Although it is easy to say, the inner energy injected must be controlled appropriately. If there is too much, the arrow will not be able to withstand it and it will burst. If there is too little, the arrow will not be able to support the weight of the body.

The demon sect members present were all shocked when they saw that Ling Ran had used his inner strength to the point where he could lift a weight as lightly as he could.

Hei Xiaohu now regarded Ling Ran as his lifelong enemy. He noticed the gazes of the demon sect members around him looking at Ling Ran and couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"Master Changhong Sword, I will convince you that you have lost this time."

After Hei Xiaohu finished speaking, he casually grabbed behind him, and dozens of arrows in the quiver were instantly caught in his hands.

Then he used all his inner strength and shot the arrow in his hand at Ling Ran.

Ling Ran pushed his hands forward, and the internal energy leaked formed a wall of air, which bounced the arrow into the ground.

Many arrows were instantly planted on the ground within a radius of ten meters.

The black-hearted tiger also stood at the arrow feathers like Ling Ran, then jumped in the air and jumped towards another arrow, getting closer and closer to Ling Ran.

In an instant, Hei Xiaohu jumped in front of Ling Ran and struck Ling Ran with a split kick from top to bottom.

Ling Ran crossed his hands to block, and the pressure on his feet suddenly increased. He immediately gritted his teeth and pushed up, kicking the black tiger away with his right foot.

Hei Xiaohu adjusted his movements in mid-air and stood firmly on an arrow.

Ling Ran stepped forward and took advantage of Hei Xiaohu's unsteady lower body before he could use his skills, and kicked his standing right leg again.

Hei Xiaohu hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the kick, but as a result, he lacked strength and was instantly kicked into the air.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, Hei Xiaohu used his inner strength to hit the ground with both hands. In an instant, dust was flying on the ground. The force of the shock also gave Hei Xiaohu room to adjust and stand back on the arrow.

However, at this time, Hei Xiaohu looked very embarrassed and disgraced, which made him feel completely embarrassed.

"Black-hearted evil palm!"

Hei Xiaohu was so angry that he used all the energy in his body and sucked in an arrow stuck on the ground with his right hand.

Hei Xiaohu did not throw the arrow directly at Ling Ran, but kept pouring his internal energy into it with both hands. The arrow continued to spin rapidly in his hands, and then shot out quickly.

This arrow with internal force was really as fast as lightning. Ling Ran wanted to dodge to the side, but his speed was half a beat slower. He saw that the arrow was about to pass through his chest.

Hei Xiaohu's eyes were full of energy, as if he had foreseen Ling Ran's death on the spot.

The demon cultists present also had their eyes widened, ready to cheer and celebrate.