I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

"Where's the stele spirit?!" Su Zuo opened his eyes wide, "Xiaojian, where did you take the stele spirit?"

"..."

Xiaojian said indifferently: "I will endorse, not take the blame."

Su Zuo glanced with his consciousness and found that there was no trace of the tablet spirit in the room.

Xiaojian couldn't help but said: "Have you forgotten the meaning of the sword after you realized it?"

Are you still awake like this?

Su Zuo's face was filled with confusion: "It's not the sword's intention. Is it really gone? Isn't it time yet?"

Su Zuo racked his brains to recall, and suddenly remembered a detail in his vague memory.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the jade ring around her wrist. During her fights, the jade bracelet had always been in this shape, hidden in her sleeves and inconspicuous.

She knew it when she put the things in, but the spirit of the stele seemed to have also gone in, not out of her intention.

Su Zuo checked the items in the jade bracelet, took out the sheathless knife, and tapped the blade with his fingers, making a clear clanging sound.

"Come out." Su Zuo said.

The spirit of the monument pretended to be dead.

The tablet spirit took the initiative to merge into the knife. Su Zuo was unable to catch it for the time being, so he said helplessly: "There is probably a knife spirit in this knife. Will you compete with other spirits for space?"

Xiaojian said: "There may not be a spirit in this knife."

Su Zuo thought for a while: "No one noticed you when you were in the Sun Moon Sword."

The Rewarding Immortal Sword is older than the Sun and Moon Sword. It is less likely that the sword spirit does not exist, but it is more likely that the sword spirit is very slow.

"What would it be like if you found out that your home was gone when you were born?" Su Zuo was a little curious.

Xiaojian immediately changed his mind: "Su Zui, catch it quickly!"

It's so pitiful that a dove took over a magpie's nest before he was even born.

Su Zuo then thought: "If you can't catch it, just let it go. As long as it doesn't disappear."

Xiaojian: "..."

On purpose.

Now it was his turn to feel uncomfortable.

Now that the tablet spirit was still there, Su Zuo lay down again smoothly and introduced to Xiao Jian: "The wine is indeed good, but it's a bit unpleasant. What's the difference between liking that and liking medicine?"

Xiao Jian: "It's three parts of medicine and poison."

Su Zuo was in a daze: "Alcohol is still a poison that penetrates the intestines."

Xiaojian: "That statement has no basis."

"There is no basis for understanding the sword's intention by drinking alcohol..."

Su Zuo knocked on his head, "Why is it so powerful? Have I practiced in vain?"

Xiaojian said seriously: "It's very possible."

Su Zuo: "..."

She wanted to hold the knife as she did before sleeping, but Huoxian didn't have a scabbard, so it was inconvenient to hold it to sleep, so she could only hold it and look at it.

Su Zuo shook the blade and narrowly held back the intention of the blade.

Although the inn has been reinforced with formations, the defenses are mainly aimed at the outside and cannot stop serious demolition of the inn.

After a while, she said: "I've finished my enlightenment, good night, Xiaojian."

"It's already sunrise." Seeing that she quickly fell into a dead sleep, Xiao Jian almost sighed, "Okay, good night."

Su Zuo slept unconsciously for most of the day.

It was already afternoon when I woke up, the sun was setting, and the light outside the window was dim.

She had this effect when she took a sip, not to mention others who drank a lot.

Su Zuo walked out and found that the senior brothers had already bought dinner, and they all looked like they had been active all day.

"Hey, Xiaojiu, have you finished practicing?"

Su Zuo smiled: "...cultivation is over."

The main focus is on practicing in a dream.

She originally planned to watch the elimination match, but now she has gone to sleep and doesn't need to watch anymore.

Get ready for the next one.

Opponents for the next game are randomly matched and the list has been posted.

He had already learned about his opponent from his senior brother, but Su Zuo still went to the street to have a look and bought some snacks that he had not tried yesterday for a late night snack.

The trading firm in the distance was bustling with people.

Su Zuo went around to watch the excitement and realized that it was a casino. The huge spiritual screen in the casino hall displayed the points of the martial arts competition and the status of new events, which was more detailed than the official notice.

Waiters in fluttering clothes shuttled among the crowd, and exquisite snacks were placed on the long table.

It was already a habit for her to change her disguise when she went out. Others couldn't recognize her, so Su Zuo walked in decisively and bought a weight. While eating, she read the predictions on the spiritual screen and eavesdropped on others' conversations openly.

"I bet on Cheng Qingqing. Although the odds are low, at least I am guaranteed to make a profit without losing anything."

"Fellow Taoist, don't you bet on an upset?"

"..."

A group of people walked into the hall, and the leading woman wondered: "...Why are Ningbei's odds so low?"

"Yeah, who is Ning Bei? The odds are almost the same as Cheng Qingqing's!"

"Fellow Taoist, you don't know Ning Bei? She is the newcomer who killed hundreds of people in the ring battle!"

"Killing hundreds of people indiscriminately? Such brutality makes him sound like a ruthless swordsman."

"No, she is a ruthless swordsman."

"..."

Ruthless Su Zuo: "..."

After listening for a long time, Su Zui almost forgot that the 'Ningbei' in other people's words was him.

Su Zuo said to Xiao Jian without changing his expression, "It's all because I drank too much wine yesterday."

Xiaojian: "?"

While others were still talking, Su Zuo tasted the dessert he wanted to eat, then threw down the weight and bet on an upset.

Xiaojian: "Why don't you bet on yourself?"

Su Zuo: "No surprise at all, how boring."

Xiaojian: "Tsk, tsk."

Her odds are very low. Most people who are optimistic about her are just watching the excitement, and few people are betting on her.

The conflict of siege and killing is short-lived, and the strength of most geniuses has been verified by many powerful and powerful forces.

Back at the inn, Su Zuo felt a little regretful: "I originally wanted to bet on myself, but unfortunately my odds were abnormally low and I couldn't make much money."

On the contrary, taking out too many spiritual stones to suppress oneself is definitely eye-catching.

Gonghe smiled and said: "Of course it's not normal. The prince already knows you. How can you deliberately give money to people in your casino?"

Yan Weiran also sighed: "Decent casinos always follow their own trends. No matter how small a casino is, you may lose if you gamble, but if you can't afford the loss, you will take the spirit stone and run away."

They studied for a long time, and the result was that the wool was found at Fourth Brother's house and could not be harvested.

After studying the odds, Su Zuo successfully forgot to study his opponent.

The next day, Su Zuo looked at the opponent in front of him, slightly confused.

The young man across from him looked rough and unkempt, much like a martial artist in the eyes of ordinary people, but he was holding a piano in his arms.

There are no martial arts skills that use the harp in the world. After all, the art of harp is very elegant. Beating and smashing is no different from burning the harp and boiling the crane in Le Xiu's eyes.

The tall young man saluted and said, "I'm Lei Jingxiu."

Su Zuo returned the greeting: "Ningbei."

The referee left the field and the air became quiet.

The sound of the piano sounded, and Su Zuo confirmed that the other party was indeed a music cultivator, and at least he had some attainments in the piano technique.

Noticing the muscles and bones on the back of his hand, Su Zuo said to Xiao Jian in his mind, "He is not a martial artist, but he must be good at beating people. This arm is definitely not made by moving a piano."