I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

As the elder's majestic voice echoed over the square, the prelude to the second battle slowly began.

"The one holding number two, come up to the stage." The elder's voice was like thunder, shaking everyone's heart.

In an instant, a golden figure jumped out from the crowd.

Although he looks ordinary, his cold and arrogant expression makes people dare not underestimate him.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, cheers came from behind him.

"Brother Sun Liu, come on!"

"Xuanshuang Ancient School, Sun Liu!" The tall and thin young man stepped onto the battlefield, and his proud voice echoed in the air.

Sun Liu, an outstanding disciple of the Xuanshuang Ancient School, is very difficult to predict with his Vajra Formation, which is both offensive and defensive.

“Once the formation is accomplished, both the attack power and the protective power of Buddha Vajra will be extremely overbearing.”

“It will undoubtedly be a tough battle against him.”

There were discussions one after another, and everyone was looking forward to the upcoming battle.

At this moment, a lavender figure quietly walked onto the stage. His eyes were as calm as water, and he didn't even say a word.

The whole scene suddenly became quiet because of his appearance, and the disciples of Xuanshuang Ancient Sect, who were originally excited, died down in an instant.

He stood there with an indifferent expression and an upright posture, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. He did not speak, and the air around him froze a little.

"So handsome——" A bright light flashed in Jiang Chu's eyes.

He looked at the purple robe fluttering in the wind and the noble and cold figure.

Isn’t this exactly the image of the high-spirited young cultivator in the world of immortals and heroes in his mind?

When Sun Liu saw that his opponent was Si Ling, his expression changed. He didn't expect that he would meet this legendary god of killing as soon as he appeared on the stage.

"start!"

As the elder finished speaking, Sun Liu's expression became even uglier.

He took a deep breath, steadied his shaking hands, and as he waved his hands, the space around him began to distort.

The golden runes spread out in all directions like flowing water, covering the entire competition venue, including Si Ling.

The audience's hearts were in their throats.

They knew that once completely enveloped by the Vajra Formation, even the Golden Immortal would be weakened to a certain extent.

Jiang Chu clenched his hands nervously, thinking to himself: "Brother Si, don't let his formation succeed!"

He was worried that if his blood bag was damaged, he would not be able to get any more blood, so he couldn't help but feel a little protective of his food.

He unconsciously shouted out his worries. We are all cultivators and have sharp ears and eyes.

As his words fell, everyone's eyes fell on him with a strange look.

Even Si Ling, who had been expressionless on the stage, gave him a look that he couldn't understand.

Lu Shuyan stopped him dissatisfiedly: "Jiang Chu, why are you yelling?"

"I'm just a little worried about Si Ling." Jiang Chu pursed his lips. His blood bag must not be injured.

The third senior brother Feng Xiang behind him laughed at him mercilessly: "Worried about him? Jiang Chu, what on earth is in your mind?"

Jiang Chu closed his mouth. People around him were whispering, and there was even a hint of ridicule.

Sun Liu has already set up the Vajra Formation on the stage.

The arena seemed to be covered by a golden pot lid. As the runes flowed, a two-armed Vajra evolved, glaring majestically.

He knew very well that he was no match for Si Ling, but he still treated him with a hint of seriousness and respect.

He challenged Si Ling: "Brother Si, I know I cannot defeat you, but please let me see how long my Vajra Formation can last in your hands. Please draw your sword."

He looked serious, even respectful.

Si Ling opened her red lips slightly, and said calmly: "Then it will be as you wish."

"Om-"

"boom--"

As soon as the words fell, there was a low humming sound accompanied by a shocking roar, and all the runes disappeared instantly.

The King Kong transformed into a wave of spiritual energy, so powerful that everyone subconsciously stretched out their hands to resist the wave.

Before everyone could even see how Si Ling drew his sword, his sword had already quietly returned to its sheath.

"you lose."

Si Ling said this lightly, and the lavender figure turned coldly and returned to his original seat.

Sun Liu's whole body was filled with cold light and he looked horrified.

He looked at the purple figure with difficulty, his eyes filled with shock that he couldn't hide. He knew that he was no match for the other party.

But he didn't expect to lose so quickly. His perfectly set up Vajra Formation couldn't even withstand Si Ling's sword.

It wasn't even a move, just a random sword.

"Big brother is mighty!"

"Big Brother is so awesome!"

"Big Brother is the best in the world!"

The Yunyin Sword Sect cheered immediately, and when countless people were excited, Jiang Chu opened his eyes wide.

Staring blankly at Si Ling, who was sitting at the table with a still cold expression, he finally understood what everyone's eyes meant just now.

As if his gaze was too scorching, Si Ling raised his head and met his eyes.

Cold and deep.

Jiang Chu hurriedly tried to make amends by smiling and giving a thumbs up.

Afraid of being ridiculed again if he spoke, he quickly mouthed: "Brother Si, you're awesome."

Si Ling looked at his lip movements and his eyes deepened.

Her eyes were fixed on his lips, and she seemed to remember the night when she was controlled by the Soul Sacrifice Banner to activate a purposeless formation.

I came to the forbidden area of ​​Longyin Immortal Mansion and saw Jiang Chu, who was punished in the forbidden area, drunk and crying that night.

The lips were also like this, stained with blood, and unnaturally soft.

Jiang Chu seemed not to notice the other party's burning gaze. He just grinned at him foolishly, his eyes shining brightly.

It was Lu Shuyan who noticed it. He frowned and used his tall body to block Jiang Chu's shorter and thinner body, blocking their line of sight.

Lu Shuyan nodded slightly to Si Ling to show his respect.

Si Ling also responded with a faint nod, then turned his eyes away, no longer paying attention to the noise here.

There were constant discussions all around, filled with admiration and disbelief at Si Ling's swordsmanship.

"That sword was so fast, so accurate, and so fierce, it must be at least at the level of a great sword master, right?" someone exclaimed.

"Impossible!" someone immediately objected.

"Si Ling is just over 20 years old. If he really has reached the level of sword control, then what does the predecessor who was praised as a genius a hundred years ago look like?"

"Don't forget, that is the Vajra Formation of Sun Liu, the top disciple of Xuanshuang Ancient Sect!" someone interrupted.

"It's already difficult to create a gap with a sword, but Si Ling directly shattered it completely."

The other disciples also felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

They knew that if Si Ling really reached the great stage of sword control, then the first place in this session would undoubtedly be his.

Xing Lan stood aside, his eyes penetrated the surrounding noise and saw everything very clearly.

In his eyes, Si Ling's swordsmanship was not just as simple as controlling a sword. Perhaps it had already transcended the realm of unity between man and nature.

"He is truly the best among the youngsters, and his reputation is well-deserved." Xing Lan sighed in his heart, but a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

This kind of pity usually only appears when looking at Jiang Chu, but now, it is used on Si Ling.

The discussions among the crowd gradually died down, but Xing Lan's gaze gradually shifted away from Si Ling.