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

After roughly understanding the affairs of the early finals, Su Zuo suddenly realized that whether he could win the championship or not would depend on tomorrow.

But her attention was a little distracted at this time.

The residence of His Holiness sounds unusual at first glance.

You must know that even among the Shen Sect, there are only a few venerables at this time, and the Holy Land is roughly the same. It would be great to have one from other sects.

On the day of the martial arts finals, there were five arenas in the huge venue.

There is a high platform in the mountains directly opposite the stadium. There are only a few people on it, which occupies the best view of watching the game.

Some people looked curiously, but no matter how strong their eyesight was, they couldn't see anyone's face clearly. That position was already the end of the world's power, and it had a certain feeling of being at a high place.

The schedule has progressed to this day, and the top five spots were originally determined through a series of duels. Now the process follows the most streamlined method, and the seats are directly matched.

The monks choose to enter the arena by themselves. If they defend the arena, they will maintain their ranking.

The process of the final match changed, but the monks watching the match still flocked in, surrounding the arena tightly.

The five monks at the top of the martial arts list entered the stage, with Su Zuo and Cheng Qingqing behind them.

Qi Zhuoyi was indeed shortlisted, and the white gold robe that came standard with the Lingji Sect failed to dilute his evil aura.

A somewhat honest-looking young swordsman was in third place, his eyes drifting to the leading girl from time to time.

The girl wears a hairband between her black hair, wears a cold sword, and her stunning and refined appearance does not soften her temperament.

Her eyes only fell on the No. 1 ring and could not fit anything else.

Su Zuo admired it for a while and asked Cheng Qingqing curiously: "When do you plan to play?"

"Anyone is fine," Cheng Qingqing said, "I will fight for second place, and there shouldn't be many people competing for it."

Seeing Su Zuo's confusion, Cheng Qingqing glanced at the girl not far from them, and said sincerely, "I don't want to hit that cold beauty, she is too cruel, what if I am missing arms and legs by her?" …”

She paused for a moment before saying "Go out to cause trouble" and then said, "I'm trying to seize the opportunity, right? I'm just a weak swordsman."

Su Zuo was suspicious: "Are you weak? Is she so scary?"

Cheng Qingqing: "I'm not good at fighting people to the death, but she is very good at it."

Su Zui looked at the girl who looked cold and otherworldly for a moment: "I really can't tell."

Cheng Qingqing was very confident in Su Zuo: "You are the same, you are the same type of person as her."

Su Zuo said sincerely: "Thank you, thank you."

Cheng Qingqing: "Where do you want to rank? First?"

Su Zuo followed her words and said, "Let's fight for the first place."

Cheng Qingqing patted her shoulder, her eyes a little complicated: "Be careful, don't force it."

"Be careful too."

During the transmission, both of them had serious expressions. Even if someone saw that they were communicating, they would not be able to see that they were rambling.

Only Qi Zhuoyi glanced at them, his eyes seemed to see through something.

The monks are ready and the referee is waiting outside the arena.

There won't be any fights in this game. Everyone is a talented person and cannot afford to be embarrassed.

Everyone's eyes focused on the five young monks, drifting from time to time to the ring that represented the first honor.

The referee announces the start.

The footsteps of several people moved almost instantly.

The leading swordsmanship girl and Su Zuo stood on the same stage, while the swordsmanship boy slowly walked to the third place.

In the ring that symbolizes second place, Cheng Qingqing and Qi Zhuoyi are facing each other from a distance. She sent a message to encourage: "You don't want to fight for first place?"

The young man said coldly: "Are you arguing with Zu Han? Do you want to be beaten to death by her?"

Cheng Qingqing: "How can you be so sure that Zu Han will win? What if it's Ningbei?"

"Zu Han has lost, why should I fight?"

Qi Zhuoyi's mouth twitched, "If Ning Bei can beat Zu Han, do I need to tell you how ruthless she is? Do you think I like to seek death?"

"I misjudged you. I thought you could be cruel."

Cheng Qingqing sighed, "Do you want to fight now or watch them fight first? I want to see."

"..." Qi Zhuoyi's expression remained unchanged, "I'll take a look too."

Su Zuo stood opposite Zu Han, his expression very calm.

The atmosphere in this arena couldn't help but be calm. While Zu Han released his spiritual power, the roar of the wind and snow seemed to get louder.

The climate in the northern region is bitterly cold, and the ice and snow spiritual roots are uniquely blessed in this arena. The snow falling from the sky melts between the large formations in the sky, but the chill does not diminish at all.

The spiritual source in Su Zuo's body seemed to be more active, eroding the chill bit by bit, leaving only the invigorating coldness.

The monks watching on the sidelines of the arena also felt this strange phenomenon. Those with lower cultivation levels had to take out their heating instruments to avoid shivering from the cold like mortals.

"This is the ice-type Heavenly Spiritual Root! In those days when there was a wave of beasts in the Northern Territory, the one who frightened the monsters the most was also an ancestor with the Ice-type Heavenly Spiritual Root!"

"I also thought that the records in the history books were exaggerated, but it turned out that they were not exaggerated at all. Such a young Tianlinggen can already create such power, not to mention the ancestor's cultivation!"

"How to fight this?"

"If you compete with Zu Han on this Northern Territory Martial Ranking, no matter how talented you are, you will still be at a disadvantage."

"If Ningbei can still win this game, then..."

"That's too scary. How is it possible?"

"Martial arts cultivators like Ning Bei are already strong, but the advantages of legal cultivators over the years are real, not to mention Zu Han is still so strong."

Because many people can't survive many tricks at Zu Han's hands, the information about Zu Han currently circulating on the market is also very sketchy.

Her strength is unknown.

It's not that her opponent isn't strong enough, it's that she doesn't give the opponent a chance to test her strength.

Su Zuo could only resort to tricks.

The long sword in Zu Han's hand was unsheathed, and the sword energy appeared and rushed towards Su Zuo. The first blow was the killing move.

Su Zuo blocked it with her left palm, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth emerged in her palm. The sword energy shattered inch by inch before shattering her spiritual barrier, turning into ice fragments like broken blades and splashing away.

This was the coldest sword energy Su Zui had ever seen.

This was the first time she saw ice-type Tianling roots. After all, single-type spirits were very rare.

Although the eighth brother's ice spirit roots and thunder spirit roots are both mutated spiritual roots with strong attributes, they are inevitably mixed compared to the real single-line spiritual roots. Fighting in an environment where the ice spiritual roots are restrained will not be too harsh, but Using the spirit technique in an environment similar to the Northern Territory does not have the extreme advantage of being discolored by the wind and snow.

Zu Han suddenly said: "Your spiritual power is not suppressed? What kind of spiritual root is it?"

According to common sense, it is very common for her opponent's spiritual power to be restricted under the Tianling Root, unless there are other factors such as attribute restraint.

Zu Han suddenly remembered that the other party had not really exposed his spiritual power attributes, but had been using the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

Even the technique makes it impossible to see her inheritance, and it is impossible to judge her origins from it.

Zu Han didn't know that Su Zuo's skills were fused and no longer resembled any other skills. He couldn't see that the attributes of calendar and even spiritual power were inevitable.

Su Zuo said calmly: "I am a martial artist, spiritual attributes are not important."