Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder Comes to Counterattack

At this time, some people on the stage have already started to compete, and each sect has its own unique skills. Some people use swords, and some people use knives. The sound of swords colliding is particularly harsh, and it makes people feel blood boiling.

The people who compete on the stage compete with each other every move and I. Now the people who compete on the stage should be the martial arts that usually have a good relationship. It is until the point is reached.

Then started the next game.

Meng Li stared at the people competing on the stage, and Ran Pingliang also seemed to be attentive and asked:

Miao Si, are you afraid?

Don't be afraid. Meng Li said lightly.

Born in a world where strength is respected, Meng Li has seen many bloody killings.

Ran Pingliang nodded, his eyes turned in one direction, and he said to Meng Li:

Look over there.

Meng Li followed Ran Pingliang's eyes and saw a group of people in uniform in Tsing Yi sitting together.

Sitting in the middle is a middle-aged man with outstanding temperament, dressed in a green shirt, and he feels a bit immortal.

Meng Li guessed that it should be the master of the Valley of Divine Medicine.

That's the people from the Magical Medicine Valley. After the competition is over, I'll take you to find them and ask them to diagnose and treat you. Ran Pingliang said.

Meng Li just said lightly, Thank you.

No, you and I are husband and wife, so you don't need to be so polite. Ran Pingliang's voice was not too small, but Meng Li was just able to hear it clearly.

Then I heard Ran Pingliang explain:

The people from the Magical Medicine Valley only arrived two days ago. After arriving, they went to diagnose and treat the stubborn illness for the master of Lingzhuang, so it was inconvenient for me to go to ask for each other.

After the big competition is over, they should also be busy, we are going to see a doctor.

Don't worry, I have a little friendship with Divine Medicine Valley, and they will definitely give me this thin face.

Ran Pingliang assured.

Even Ran Pingliang didn't feel that when he was talking to Meng Li now, it would be unconsciously pleasing.

Because Meng Li was too cold to him, it made him unconsciously want to please Meng Li.

But if Meng Li turned into a good wife again and showed deep affection for him, he would be happy for a while, but he would definitely become very cold after that.

All in all, it's crap.

Meng Li hummed indifferently, but she was a little apprehensive. When she first came to this world, her body was weak, depressed, bad looking, and sickly.

But after she came, she didn't have any worries or depression, and she didn't have those symptoms at all.

I also took so many traditional Chinese medicines and tonics.

After exercising for such a long time, my body is stronger.

The main purpose of pretending to be sick is to avoid Ran Pingliang's proposal to stay in her room.

Bad health is her eternal excuse.

I'm afraid that the people in the Magical Medicine Valley will know that she is pretending to be sick as soon as she diagnoses and treats her.

Or if she practiced the exercises she practiced during her lifetime, self-mutilated, and vomited blood for a few days, she would definitely be diagnosed with a disease.

depressed!

After a few more games, some people started with no mercy, and naturally some people were seriously injured and carried down.

Everyone claims to be famous and decent, if it is not a big hatred and hostile relationship, they are unwilling to directly kill their opponents on the stage, leaving a reputation for cruelty and bloodthirsty.

It's just that some of them left a breath for the other party and were carried down, and the possibility of being rescued is not very high.

Even if it can be rescued, it is easy to leave stubborn diseases, and it is almost impossible to cultivate in the future.

When it was Wuyadian's turn, Ran Pingliang first sent a few disciples to compete, but a few disciples were upbeat and won the opponent very beautifully, which made Ran Pingliang very happy.

The disciples also had happy smiles on their faces, which was a proof of their own strength.

In the afternoon, there will be discussions between the heads. This is the highlight, because the strength of a head is the strength of a sect.

Meng Li looked at the leader of the martial arts alliance. The old god was sitting under the stage, and he stroked his beard with his hands from time to time. He seemed very confident, and no one could beat him this time.

The headmasters are very strong in internal strength, so the competition between them is even more exciting.

The atmosphere at the scene was not as relaxed as it was in the morning, and everyone was staring nervously at the competition on the stage.

Some people were happy and some were worried. After a few rounds of competition, it was Ran Pingliang's turn.

Ran Pingliang patted Meng Li's overlapping hands and said to Meng Li:

My husband has come to the stage to compete, don't worry, you can see that my husband has won the opponent, and it will bring glory to the Wuya Palace and your face.

Meng Li nodded and glanced at Ran Pingliang. It was a pity that he didn't have a chance to deal with him this time.

Seeing Meng Li nod, Ran Pingliang got up in a dashing manner, and flew to the stage with light energy.

Anyway, it gave Meng Li the feeling that he was pretending to be 13.

Why can't you just walk up there.

However, Ran Pingliang's opponent was a real opponent. Because there were always festivals, the two of them attacked very hard and showed no mercy at all.

The Wuya Hall disciples sitting beside Meng Li couldn't help but sweat for their master, and stared at the competition stage.

Meng Li was not worried at all.

If Ran Pingliang was beaten to death above, she would not want the property of Wuyadian.

Just slip away.

If Ran Pingliang kills someone else, Ran Pingliang won't be much better. If it's a big deal, she will follow him back to Wuya Hall and wait for a while, and solve him personally.

Instead, Meng Li hoped that Ran Pingliang would be shot to death.

She's out of trouble.

The battle between the two on the stage lasted for a long time, and both were injured. You slapped me, I slashed you, and both of them were a little embarrassed.

The more they fight, the more vicious they are, and no one wants to stop and fight for countless rounds, still indistinguishable.

In the end, Ran Pingliang exerted force and beat his opponent to the ground, unable to get up, but Ran Pingliang refused to stop there, and pointed his sword at the opponent, intending to kill him here.

Meng Li raised his lips silently, Ran Pingliang has now exhausted most of his inner strength, and basically can't gather his inner strength.

At this moment, Ran Pingliang's sword on the stage had quickly reached the opponent's chest. Meng Li couldn't help squinting when he saw it. In the nick of time, a disciple of the opponent's sect flew to the rescue, and several voices shouted: Wait a minute. , trying to stop Ran Pingliang.

But Ran Pingliang turned a deaf ear, and actually accelerated the speed and stabbed the sword into the opponent's heart.

The scene on the stage was in chaos for a while, and the disciples of the other sect saw that the sect master was dead, and rushed to fight with Ran Pingliang.

All stop.

The one who spoke out was the leader of the Wulin Alliance. Everyone stopped and looked at the leader of the Wulin Alliance.

The martial arts leader said to Ran Pingliang in a deep voice:

Palace Master Wuya, you have to forgive people and forgive them.