I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Yunge successfully passed the Fu Lu semi-finals and entered the finals.

In the next alchemist competition.

She came first again and qualified for the finals.

Then there was Luo Yue, who was the first to take out a puppet beast with elemental attack power in the rematch of Ling Ji, and used a superb speed to distance himself from the others.

Not only qualified for the finals.

It even made many of the big guys on the stage unable to sit still. They offered a price on the spot and tried to buy the puppet beast that was almost half-destroyed after the experiment.

The Lord of the City seems to be among the bidders.

At last.

The referee has not yet announced that he has passed the rematch.

On the contrary, the puppet beast found a buyer first - a certain elder of the Glazed Light Sect who was on an equal footing with the Supreme Sect.

Qingyun State, Scarlet Heaven Sect, and Invincible Peak have left a very strong impression on the hearts of countless Zhongzhou monks in a real sense this time.

It was already the third day when the Array Master rematch was held.

It takes much longer than the primary election.

The competition has not started yet.

All the formation masters on the field are already in place.

Just when the referee was preparing to take over the first group.

In mid-air, a strong wind struck.

The wind was violent, fierce, and carried an unspeakable killing intent.

Ling Zuo's careless sitting posture was slightly upright.

But only for a few points.

He looked forward with a half-smile, and faintly opened his lips, "Junior sister, I don't know if I am an enemy or a friend."

"Do you have any friends in Zhongzhou?" Liu Yun raised her eyebrows.

Ling Yun rubbed his chin with his right hand, "Every person who is willing to die under my sword can be regarded as a friend by me."

Liu Yun: "Haha."

Anyway, she doesn't have any friends in Zhongzhou.

There are a lot of enemies.

And the one who came now... with this momentum, was far beyond what she could match.

The visitor is from the Thirteenth Realm.

Probably more than one.

Because Liu Yun sensed several similar auras.

at the same time.

Many of the Twelve Realm elders on the stage suddenly changed their expressions and stood up one after another with different expressions.

"Ancestor, the ancestor is here!"

On the Supreme Sect side, the extremely well-behaved Qi Qingqing shouted excitedly.

It was like the anger that had been suppressed for a long time was finally relieved.

From her tone, you can hear a feeling of elation and joy.

Ning Ruan felt that he should be able to guess who the ancestor of the Supreme Sect was.

The strong wind that hit her face almost overturned her, a fifth-level monk.

Fortunately, Ling Zuoyou took action in time.

He snorted coldly.

The strong wind suddenly disappeared.

Instead, Ling Zuo's body radiated strong sword intent.

The sword has not been drawn yet.

The intention of the sword has arrived.

At this moment, even if he was sitting lazily on the chair, he seemed like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed.

The edge is not revealed.

The sharpness and murderous intent are clearly visible.

"Such a strong sword intent. Fellow Taoist is so strong, he shouldn't be an unknown person."

midair.

An old and hoarse voice came.

The moment the sound fell.

A white-haired figure suddenly appeared on the stage.

The face is old.

Eyes cloudy and calm.

Just by standing there casually like this, he could still make people feel a powerful pressure.

of course.

With Ling Zuo around, Ning Ruan hasn't felt the pressure yet.

"A small figure in the Qingyun Continent's Chitian Sect is not worth mentioning." Ling Zuoyou chuckled and touched his hair, which had been a little messy by the wind.

The old man looked at him quietly.

a long time.

The hoarse voice came again, "A little person doesn't have the ability to make Fellow Daoist Fu fall with just one sword."

"Oh." Ling Zuo nodded, "Are you here to avenge him?"

"I am the Supreme Sect Qi Huan... but most of the old friends who know this name are no longer here. Now, these incompetent juniors just call me ancestor."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although there was no more strong wind, the sleeves of his gray-brown clothes were still rustling.

Sword intent versus killing intent.

No one gave in.

the other side.

The leader of the law enforcement team stood silently behind the Lord of the City and transmitted the message quietly: "The Lord of the City just informed me that he is also on his way back. He should be here soon. What should we do now?"

How to do?

What can he do?

He shamelessly walked up and said to the two big guys from the Thirteenth Realm, "Give me face, be gentle and make money, and you can't fight?"

The corners of the city lord's lips twitched. At this moment, the fool would just rush over.

"Just wait and see what happens."

Taking a deep breath, the Lord of the City tried his best to maintain a calm expression on his face and secretly transmitted the message.

Now, all we can do is wait for him to come back, and maybe we can still talk.

"Fellow Daoist Qi, we old immortals will never forget your great name." Another voice came from mid-air.

The sound fell.

The figure arrives.

But it didn't fly to the stage.

Instead, he stood just above the competition venue.

The pressure was so great that all the monks in Xizhou did not dare to breathe.

Only the city lord showed a bitter look on his face. If the scene had not allowed him to do so, he would have really wanted to cry on the spot.

The old guy from the Lu family actually showed up.

But the problem is that there are obviously several old guys coming, but only Wushangji and the Lu family show up.

What does it mean?

……

The city lord soon knew what it meant.

Because it's the next moment.

The swordsman who had a bad temper was the first to draw his sword on the spot when faced with the menacing attacks from the two Thirteenth Realm warriors.

Get up lazily.

Even stretched.

"It's really troublesome. If you want to fight, fight as soon as possible. Why bother talking so much?"

"Ancestor of the Supreme Sect, right? Why am I pretending to be so cool?"

"I have indeed killed one of your Supreme Sect elders. If you want to kill him, just kill him. You can avenge him or the man named Fu, but you don't have to make a bunch of excuses. Why don't you take the initiative?"

"Haha, fellow Taoist is really arrogant. No wonder he can bully my Supreme Sect members without any scruples." The Supreme Sect ancestor on the stage sneered.

Sleeves flutter in the wind.

It looked like he might take action at any time.

Ling rolled his eyes and spread his hands, almost saying "Look, I was right, I really made an excuse" was written on his face.

"My nephew, I heard that you took a lot of photos. Is the scene at that time recorded?"

Ning Ruan, who was suddenly named, nodded solemnly.

Don’t you dare to speak in front of the Thirteen Realm bosses?

This obviously doesn't exist.

Ning Ruan not only dared to say it, but also really dared to take out the photo mirror, "There are them from every angle, the sound and picture are excellent, do you want to put them all up?"

"I'll release it." Liu Yun took the pile of at least a dozen photo mirrors.

The corners of his lips couldn't help but twitch.

Immediately in front of the ancestor of the Supreme Sect and the ancestor of the Lu family.

The first connection is to lift the photo mirror into the air and hang it.