"You don't really think that this cold air can affect Sikong Sheng, do you?"

Hearing this, Sikong Xiong looked at Changkong Qing with cold eyes and asked.

"Changkong Qing, don't forget that the skills of our Huode Sect are the nemesis of the cold energy of your Qingluan Sect's secret method. Your cold energy will be rubbish without me."

At this moment, Fan Yan snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.

The high temperature generated by the Huode Sect's special technique has always been the nemesis of the Qingluan Sect's secret method. Everyone with a certain status in Jiangnan knows this.

"If it's just ordinary cold air, your Huo De Sect's techniques can naturally remove it, but do you think I, Chang Kong Qing, will ignore such an important thing?"

After seeing Fan Yan's arrogant look, the corners of Chang Kongqing's mouth slightly raised, outlining a faint smile.

Everyone knows that the Huode Sect's kung fu can restrain the Qingluan Sect's secret method, and Changkong Qing naturally knows it even better. How could she do all this without any preparation.

"What do you mean?"

Hearing this, the expression on Fan Yan's face turned sinister.

"The cold energy that just entered Sikong Sheng's body was not simply cast by my disciples through secret techniques. It also included the cold energy formed by my own internal energy."

"Sikong Xiong, Fan Yan, you should know how difficult it is to remove the cold energy condensed by the original internal force, right?"

Faced with Fan Yan's question, Changkong Qing explained slowly.

And what she said made Fan Yan and Sikong Xiong look extremely ugly.

As Changkong Qing said before, when the three major sects jointly besieged Hua Yingwu, the ancestors of Qingluan Sect, in order to break through Hua Yingwu's defense, risked their lives and used their internal energy to gather cold energy and beat it. It entered Hua Yingwu's body and disintegrated Hua Yingwu's defense from the inside.

Moreover, even the original Hua Yingwu could not withstand this powerful cold energy, and it even remained in his body, causing him to use all his strength, and bothered him for ten years, making his realm unable to progress.

Now, although Changkong Qing's strength is not as good as any of the ancestors of Qingluan Sect.

But Sikong Sheng's strength was far from that of Hua Yingwu before.

Even though Sikong Sheng dissipated the cold air as quickly as possible and failed to let the cold air enter his internal organs, the cold air had already invaded his meridians, so Sikong Sheng's situation was still very bad now.

"Changkong Qing, you are really good at it!"

"Don't you always want to be complicit with us? Don't you even look down on our methods? Why did you use the same method as us this time?!"

After getting everything, Fan Yan's face turned pale and he stared at Changkong Qing fiercely and asked.

"Fan Yan, I really don't want to join in the same deeds with you, and I really look down on your dirty tricks."

"But I am not the leader of the Hua Alliance, nor do I have the title of Immaculate Life, nor am I a man or a hero. I, Chang Kong Qing, am just a woman."

"Even if you haven't heard that you can't mess with anyone, haven't you heard that women have the most poisonous hearts?"

"Besides, no matter what method I use to deal with you people, I think you deserve it."

Changkong Qing glanced at Fan Yan and Sikong Sheng coldly, with an indifferent and contemptuous tone.

"Changkong Qing, so what if I let your agency plot it?"

"The outcome has already been determined. Even if Sikong Sheng's meridians are eroded by the cold air, Chen Ping'an still cannot be his opponent."

"So Chen Pingan's next opponent is Zhou Kuang, a great master. Not to mention that Sikong is better than Chen Pingan, but Zhou Kuang can't even pass it!"

After noticing the disdain on Changkong Qing's face, Fan Yan said with a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

"No one can predict the outcome until something is over."

Changkong Qing responded lightly when he heard this, and then ignored this person.

However, when he said these words, Changkong Qing clenched his fists subconsciously.

Chen Ping'an, we have done what we need to do, now it's up to you.

"The second contestant takes the stage."

At this moment, the voice of the holy monk Wu Zen sounded.

After hearing this, everyone subconsciously focused their attention on the ring.

Regardless of the Jiangnan Alliance or Hua Yingwu, they all know that this will be the most critical battle.

At this time, Chen Pingan and Zhou Kuang walked onto the ring step by step under the gaze of everyone.

"Chen Pingan, have you decided how to die?"

Zhou Kuang stood on the right side of the ring with his hands behind his back and his attitude was arrogant.

Chen Ping'an did not respond, but glanced at Monk Wuchan lightly, indicating that he was ready.

Seeing this, a kind smile appeared on the face of the holy monk Wu Zen, which was full of vicissitudes and wrinkles.

"Semi-finals, second game, begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ping'an's eyes instantly turned sharp.

An overwhelming and unstoppable momentum burst out from his body.

In an instant, everyone on Pingding Mountain was impressed by this momentum, and they didn't even dare to take a breath.

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