Both the hero and the villain are my cubs [Transmigration Book]

Everyone looked at the thing shining brightly on the ring, it was a piece of brocade-like silk cloth, like a magic weapon like satin!

Ji Ying was the closest to Ling Zixi, and was the first to bear the brunt of it, feeling the pressure of the satin in Ling Zixi's hand.

That's right, this is exactly the magic weapon that Ling Zixi got in the secret underground palace, and Ling Zixi named it Zhuo Qingling!

Ling Zixi had just taken two elixirs to supplement her spiritual power. At this time, the spiritual power was abundant, and Zhuo Qingling was filled with wood spiritual power. The two kinds of wood spiritual power, human blood and demon blood, were mixed together, making Zhuo Qingling shining brightly.

Ji Ying's red flame stick was entangled in the Zhuoqing silk, Ji Ying pulled it out with all her strength, but she couldn't pull it out.

Ji Ying's stick would be constrained forward, and restrained backward, and there was no strength in it, so Ji Ying's face became ugly.

The most uncomfortable situation in a fight is not exhaustion, but the obvious use of secret techniques, burning fighting spirit, but unable to release.

Zhuo Qingling is very flexible, fighting with the Chiyan stick is a typical example of using softness to overcome rigidity.

And... Zhuo Qingling was not burned by the red flame stick, you know, the flame of the red flame stick was obviously able to overcome Zhuo Qingling's wood spirit power!

If this happens, either Ling Zixi's cultivation level is much higher than Ji Ying's, or Zhuo Qingling's grade is higher than Chiyan Cudgel.

In fact, there is another situation, that is, Ling Zixi's spiritual power is very rare and of high purity.

But... no one thought it would be the third case.

Ling Zixi looked at the Zhuoqing silk in his hand, and thought that it was because of the high rank of the Zhuoqing silk. After all, this is the magic weapon in the last hall in the underground palace!

The one that can be placed last is certainly not something ordinary!

Ji Ying froze in the air, injecting spiritual power into the red flame stick again and again, the flame of the red flame stick suddenly became brighter, but was immediately suppressed by the green smoke from Zhuo Qing Ling and then extinguished.

After going back and forth a few times, Ji Ying couldn't help feeling discouraged and annoyed. He couldn't release so much power, so why was he using secret techniques to wear down his body? !

Ji Ying felt as if he had punched the flexible cloth, but the cloth gently wrapped around his fist without breaking or even a little bit of injury.

This feeling of being stuck in the mud and unable to exert strength is too uncomfortable.

Ji Ying widened her eyes and looked at Ling Zixi, only to see that Ling Zixi was still calm and breezy, the wind blew up Ling Zixi's hair, and the red string tied at the back of Ling Zixi's head followed The hair is flying together, and the red short-sleeved shirt and white water cloud sleeves flutter in the wind together, blending with the mountains and sky behind him, like an ink painting with cinnabar splashed on it.

The most astonishing thing is his pair of eyes, phoenix dance freehand, peerless romance.

How could this scene only shock Ji Ying, Bai Moheng stood at an excellent viewing position on a high place, his eyes were fixed on Ling Zixi, as if he were looking at a unparalleled treasure in the world.

Little Huangying came to Bai Moheng's side at some time, and together with Bai Moheng, they looked at Ling Zixi's face obsessively.

Chong Zi was among the crowd in the auditorium, her cheeks were half covered with a purple gauze, she held a purple folding fan in her hand, she spread it out suddenly, and smiled softly.

If you look carefully, you can see the purple vine mark on Chong Zi's wrist due to the violence of spiritual power and damage to the meridians.

"Brother!" Bai Xiaosi saw the reversal in the field, turned his head to look at his second brother, and showed a surprised smile. Daddy really didn't lose!

Bai Xiaozhi sat there indifferently, his bangs blocked his eyes, he gave a chuckle and immediately returned to silence.

Did the second brother laugh?

Bai Xiaosi rubbed his eyes, thinking he was wrong.

Ji Ying on the field was stunned for a long time. When Ji Ying came back to her senses, she found that she was obsessed with Ling Zixi's elegance and had been stuck for two sticks of incense. She couldn't help being annoyed and angry.

Ling Zixi held the Zhuoqing silk in his hand, and the two blue beads in his heart were like two twin stars, revolving around each other, continuously injecting spiritual power into the Zhuoqing silk through Ling Zixi's palm, and the Zhuoqing silk's brilliance Dasheng, the person pierced by the blue light couldn't help but protect his eyes. Under this absolutely strong blue light, the flame on the red flame stick in Ji Ying's hand was forcibly extinguished.

Without the blessing of fire attribute spiritual power, the red flame stick became dull and lost all its power.

Ji Ying's face was pale, and Zhuo Qingling let go of the red flame stick after extinguishing the arrogance of the red flame stick. Ji Ying suddenly pulled out her spiritual weapon, and saw that the usually majestic red flame stick was no different from ordinary sticks at this time. There was a buzzing sound, and he subconsciously retreated towards the back and upper part of the air while holding the stick.

Ji Ying tried to inject the fire spirit power into the red flame stick to attack again. He hasn't lost yet, how could he lose to Ling Zixi, who is usually so inconspicuous? !

However, Ji Ying discovered that at some point, a green vine broke out from the ground of the arena and jumped into the air. At this moment, the vine tightly wrapped around Ji Ying's arm, preventing Ji Ying from moving!

"Ah—" Ji Ying yelled, suddenly, her eyes turned blood red, she broke free from the restraints of the vines, and raised her red flame stick to strike Ling Zixi.

not good!Ji Chang in the auditorium finally couldn't help standing up, Ji Ying is trying to burn his spirit beads!Just using the secret technique will only damage the body, and it will be good to recuperate for ten days if it is short, and one month for recuperation if it is long. However, burning the spirit beads to overdraw the spiritual power to forcibly increase the strength, it will hurt the foundation!

All the audience were stunned, their mouths opened wide in shock at the ever-changing battle situation, worried for Ji Ying at the same time, nervous for Ling Zixi at the same time.

Ji Ying is really too young!In any case, how could a competition of this level be worth burning the spirit beads? !

"Brother..." Bai Xiaosi held Bai Xiaozhi's hand tightly, tears were already glistening in his big eyes.

Bai Xiaozhi held his younger brother with his backhand and raised his head. Although there was worry in his eyes and his mouth was drawn into a line, he still looked very calm overall.

For some reason, being held by his brother, Bai Xiaosi felt his heart calm down.

Just as countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the situation on the ring, Ling Zixi stood on the ring, looked at Ji Ying who was rushing towards him, swung his arm lightly, and Zhuo Qingling hit Ji Ying's head with four or two strokes. Chest, lightly patted Ji Ying's chest, then retracted.

Under this seemingly light force, Ji Ying was slapped backwards by Zhuo Qingling and fell to the ground.

Ji Ying struggled to stand up, but the vines on the ground bound Ji Ying's wrist, and Ji Ying lay on her back, unable to move at all.

Ling Zixi stood in front of Ji Ying, her cuffs fluttering slightly, and her phoenix eyes quietly looked at this desperate and passionate young man.

If Ling Zixi hadn't stopped him from moving further, Ji Ying would really have burned the Lingzhu.

Although Ling Zixi won...but in a sense, Ling Zixi saved Ji Ying's life.

Ji Ying was tightly locked on the ground by the vines, and stared at Ling Zixi in a daze. She was usually so weak, but now in Ji Ying's eyes, she was extremely tall and seemed unattainable.

The audience present were silent, deeply shocked by the competition in front of them.

Originally, everyone thought that the most suspenseless match must be the one where Ji Ying crushed Ling Zixi, but they didn't expect it to develop into such a result.

Even the host was in deep shock without exception.

After a long time, the host stood up and said with trembling voice: "Won... the winner, Wuxu sect... Ling Zixi!"

The arena was silent at first, and then burst into enthusiastic applause and cheers. The Wuxu Sect won, and the Wuxu Sect disciples were of course happy, but there were also many disciples from other sects who applauded Ling Zixi from the bottom of their hearts. Ling Zixi's last blow was well measured, it did not harm Ji Ying, and prevented Ji Ying from doing stupid things.

Standing on a high place, Bai Moheng looked at Ling Zixi, who was attracting everyone's attention, his eyes gradually softened.

Bai Moheng's thin lips were slightly raised, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

A disciple who was close to Bai Moheng had sharp eyes and noticed the change in Bai Moheng's expression.

Brother Mo Heng...will he laugh too?

And... such a gentle smile!

The elder brother who is usually as cold as a glacier turns out to be so charming when he is gentle.

Feeling something in Ling Zixi's heart, she glanced in Bai Moheng's direction, and seeing Bai Moheng's smile, Ling Zixi immediately turned her gaze back the next moment.

Bai Moheng's smile continued unabated.

……

Some cheered, while others were in a bad mood.

The head of the Qingyu sect stood up, threw the fairy bottle at Taoist Ninghui, and left the scene without saying a word.

Ji Ying lost, and the Qingyu Cult naturally lost face. Not only did he lose, Ling Zixi also saved Ji Ying, which made the head of the Qingyu Cult unable to even have a fit, so he could only leave aggrieved.

The teacup in Ran Rongche's hand fell to the ground completely, his face was pale, and he coughed fiercely while clutching his heart, so frightened that Qingzhu bent over to support Ran Rongche's arm: "Master!..."

Qingzhu who has been serving Ran Rongche knows that the master is in a hurry.

The cousin Ling Zixi, who was played around by the master in applause and never looked down upon, not only won the heart of the master's sweetheart Bai Moheng, but also broke the master's spiritual method in the competition, showing brilliance, the master has now become a success. I'm sick...

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In the corner of the auditorium, a group of disciples who defeated Ji Yingying beat their chests and stomped their feet, regretting the past, they crowded around the dealer, and someone said: "If I knew I wouldn't suppress Ji Ying, I should have suppressed our sect to win!"

"That's right, a servant with a child gave Ling Zixi a lot of money!"

"They really made a lot of money!..."

"Besides, they still press high-grade spirit stones. How can they get high-quality spirit stones at such a young age..."

"It seems that a child blindly chose Ling Zixi, what luck." Someone said sourly.

Bai Xiaozhi sat in the auditorium, lowered his head, hummed lightly, and then his expression returned to calm.

"Hey...?" Bai Xiaosi froze for a moment, did brother just laugh?

And... the smile seems to be... a bit strange...

Ling Xiaoji looked at such a handsome father on the field, and excitedly babbled at Ling Zixi, as if he had something to say, but when it came to his mouth, he said, "Well, babble..."

The anxious Ling Xiaoji couldn't do it.

After about half an hour, Ling Xiaoji became sleepy after being excited, and there was no Ling Zixi match left and right, so Han Yu hugged Ling Xiaoji, took Bai Xiaozhi and Bai Xiaosi and left first.

Ling Zixi, as one of the people in charge of the Ten Thousand Immortals Banquet, stayed at the arena until the sun was setting and he returned.

Bai Moheng was beside Ling Zixi, and the two walked quietly like this. The setting sun shone on the two of them, and there was a peaceful atmosphere.

Bai Moheng was taller than Ling Zixi, looking down at Ling Zixi's hair, his eyes were unprecedentedly gentle.

After a while, Bai Moheng took out a white jade porcelain bottle and handed it to Ling Zixi.

Ling Zixi looked at Bai Moheng suspiciously, but didn't answer.

"Master asked me to deliver this to you." Bai Moheng explained, "as a reward for your outstanding performance."

Only then did Ling Zixi take the bottle and open it, only to find that there were jade flowers in it!

The joy on Ling Zixi's face could not be restrained, with Yu Xiuhua, the heavy purple Yangmai Pill can be made!

Seeing Ling Zixi smiling, Bai Moheng was naturally very happy, but thinking that Ling Zixi's smile bloomed for the purpose of making elixir for Chong Zi, Bai Moheng felt another pot of vinegar in his heart.

Ling Zixi put the lid on the jade bottle, put it away solemnly, and the two returned to Fangheng Hall together.

In the courtyard of Fangheng Hall, Hanyu was playing with three children, Ling Xiaoji was in Hanyu's arms, seeing his father coming back, his eyes lit up, he stretched out his little hand towards Ling Zixi, and slapped his mouth, After chatting for a while, he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Tumble...Tumble!"

Ling Xiaoji spoke very vaguely, Ling Zixi didn't realize what his son was babbling for a while.

"Fall... oh!" Ling Xiaoji was in a hurry, and said it again, staring at his calf and begging Ling Zixi to hug him.

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