"Ranked 19999, yes, ranked 2933!"
Before he could talk about anything, Ying Qiaoer's figure was actually passed into the ring. Su Li's brows suddenly wrinkled slightly.
"I'm on stage so soon?"
Ying Qiaoer was slightly frightened, but she quickly adjusted her mentality and stared at the feminine young man who appeared opposite. A heavy cold air hit her face, and a layer of frost quickly formed on the ground.
Such a strong chill, she was no match.
Ying Qiaoer took two steps back solemnly,
"Ranked 19999, you just got promoted, are you using me as a stepping stone?"
The feminine young man raised his head and looked at Ying Qiao'er with cold eyes, "I won't show mercy to you."
Ying Qiaoer was immediately slightly angry, her eyebrows raised, and she said in a cold voice: "Who wants you to show mercy to her? If the genius fights, then fight!"
Even if she was defeated, she still wanted to try.
Master has trained them for many years, and she knows very well how much expectations Master has in his heart. Now that they have come to this point, how can she back down? !
"You don't even admit defeat to a trash like you?"
Seeing Ying Qiaoer's firm face, the feminine young man's expression suddenly turned ugly, as if he had thought of something unpleasant, he snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed out.
Tear! !
Ying Qiaoer screamed in surprise, unable to avoid it, and a bloody hole was made on her right arm, blood spilled, and dangers abounded.
"That is Zhao Qianlin of the Han Sect. He is the younger brother of the great sage Zhao Qianyuan of the Han Sect. He was outshone by his elder brother. He has a low reputation, but his strength is definitely extraordinary. Ying Qiaoer is by no means his opponent. He should admit defeat earlier. Yes, otherwise..."
Yan Ziye's worried voice reached his ears. Su Li's expression didn't change much, but her brows furrowed tighter.
"Lord Qingshui, should you please Qiaoer?"
Jiang Run's anxious voice came. Although he had only known Ying Qiaoer for a few days, he did not want any of his companions to die in the arena of the Tianjiao Battle.
Su Li was silent for a moment and moved the jade talisman.
"Does the spirit of the secret realm have any way to interfere in the battle?"
The silent space was silent for a moment, and then the response slowly sounded in the space, "The First Immortal Platform is not a low-level Immortal Platform. Unless I admit defeat, no one is allowed to interfere!"
This response came out, immediately drawing everyone's attention away from the ring, and all eyes were directed towards Su Li.
"She and the female cultivator on the stage are from the same force, maybe she is her junior sister!"
"What a pity, that little girl seems to be dead."
…
Can't interfere!
Ling Qinglan and Yan Ziye's faces were both cold.
Su Li narrowed her eyes, several dangerous thoughts flashed through her mind, and suddenly a warm voice came to her ears.
"Fellow Daoist Su, please be patient. I am ranked high and can enter the ring through voice transmission. If I don't persuade Zhao Qianlin on your behalf, I believe that he will not be willing to make a powerful enemy for nothing."
Su Li was startled and looked up, only to see a man dressed in all white sitting on the Immortal Platform, smiling and nodding to her.
Although she didn't know who this person was, she did not hesitate and nodded in response:
"Thank you for your help."
"It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of hands."
The man in white's expression became solemn and his lips moved. Zhao Qianlin on the ring looked at Su Li, his expression a bit shaken, and his moves were much slower.
Ying Qiaoer, who was seriously injured, felt happy when he saw this, and immediately seized the opportunity to shout.
But at this moment, Zhao Qianlin's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy and crazy!
Poof!
A beating heart was caught in his hand and crushed hard! Extremely bright blood spurted out and dotted Zhao Qianlin's ferocious face.
Ying Qiaoer lowered her head and stared blankly at the penetrated chest, her face covered with red blood stained with a sad smile, and a weak voice sounded intermittently.
"Master...disciple...unfilial..."
Zhao Qianlin's expression was unwavering. He withdrew his palm from his chest and spilled a large amount of blood on the ring. Ying Qiaoer's soul floated out of his body just as he was weak. He immediately reached out to grab it and crushed it in the same way.
At this point, Ying Qiaoer's soul and spirit are both gone!
Yan Ziye gritted his teeth. Even though he had faced too many life and death situations, he still felt very uncomfortable watching Ying Qiaoer die in front of him. Not to mention the young Jiang Run, whose eyes were bloodshot. This was the first time he felt such a humiliating feeling.
Ling Qinglan took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling murderous intention in her heart, and looked in the direction of Su Li.
He wanted to see how she would do it
Su Li just stood silently, her face as calm as a pool of stagnant water, unable to make any waves.
"Fellow Taoist Su, I'm sorry. This happens all the time in the world of cultivation. I hope that fellow Taoist can express my condolences."
The man in white saw her standing quietly in a sad state and sent a message apologetically.
Su Li quickly turned her gaze, her eyes seemed to be soaked in ink, as dark as gems, "Anyway, thank you fellow Taoist for your help. Fellow Taoist, can you tell me about the sound transmission process?"
The man in white looked at Su Li's calm face, and when he heard the calm tone, his pupils shrank, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart.
He was in such a terrifying state that he couldn't see any anger on her face. This woman...
Suppressing the surprise in his heart, the man in white quickly sent a message and replied: "Of course, the message below mentioned your strength and ranking. Zhao Qianlin is naturally afraid. His departure from the Han Sect is not good, and the prince who supports him is unlucky. He died in the hands of a mysterious female cultivator, and there is no way he would have made too many enemies."
At this point, the man in white felt something was wrong, and frowned, "Then Zhao Qianlin's expression suddenly changed. It's very possible... someone else said something to him at that time, but what was the reason for doing this?"
The man in white was puzzled.
Su Li's eyes moved, and many clues flashed through his mind, but he couldn't get anything from them for a while.
She sighed softly.
"Anyway, thank you so much for this time, fellow Taoist. Haven't you asked for your name yet?"
The man in white smiled lightly and said, "I'm from the Holy Snow Sect, Lu Xuan."
Su Li's eyes flashed, "In my early years, I once met a young monk named Lu Yan, who was also from the Holy Snow Sect..."
The man in white nodded, "Lu Yan, it's my brother-in-law. Before leaving, my brother-in-law mentioned a lot about fellow Taoist priests and asked me to take care of you. But now it seems that it is superfluous."
"Lu Yan, you are determined."
Su Li recalled the little boy in white who rarely spoke in Cang Lei Cave, "He was so brazen that he was ninth on the list of geniuses."
Lu Xuan shook his head helplessly, "That boy was spoiled by me. I hope you will bear with me."
Su Li turned around and looked flatly at the restored arena, "Fellow Taoist Lu Xuan, I have a question. I wonder if I can get the answer from you."
Lu Xuan nodded, "Fellow Daoist Su, it doesn't matter if you say so."
"I wonder what fellow Taoists and your noble sect think of the bloody disaster in the Nine Provinces?"
Su Li tilted his head and stared directly at Lu Xuan, with a faint smile on his face, "We people from the Nine Provinces Territory, all
I wonder how the outside world views it. "
Lu Xuan was confused and suddenly felt a creepy feeling.
However, he still said: "Saint Snow Sect is too far away from the Jiuzhou Territory, and the sect is strictly prohibited from participating in the plan of the Life Palace, so I did not participate in it. Although I have heard a lot from hearsay, what is the status of the saint? Only those who were actually involved back then would know, and I dare not make any hasty conclusions.”
Lu Xuan answered very cautiously, and might even have noticed some clues.
"The future of the Holy Snow Sect will definitely flourish in the hands of Fellow Daoist Lu."
Su Li praised him and ended the conversation.
After Lu Xuan sat back in Sendai, he savored it carefully and felt that there was another meaning hidden in this sentence. However, after thinking about it, he felt that he was overthinking it.
"Even if she is as strong as Ling Li, she can't make me feel frightened. This woman... is very scary. It's best not to offend her. Zhao Qianlin is afraid..."
Lu Xuan frowned and secretly came to a conclusion in his heart.
outside world
Xuan'an and Huo Shichun, who had been paying attention to Su Li, felt their hearts twitch when they saw this scene.
"Zhao Qianlin! Everyone in the Han Sect deserves death!"
Huo Shichun couldn't help but curse in a low voice, and did not forget to comfort Xuan'an on the side, "Don't worry, Master Qingshui will definitely avenge Qiao'er."
Xuan'an's eyes turned red and he nodded. Although there was a lot of sadness in his heart, there was not much anger.
He knows his sister much better than Huo Shichun. I am afraid that not only Zhao Qianlin, but the entire Han Sect will bear his sister's wrath!
…
"Ziye, how long has it been?"
Su Li put down the book in her hand and raised her head to see the arena that had been cleaned countless times.
"It's been more than three months."
Yan Ziye replied helplessly that in the past three months, the three of them were not scheduled to play a single match, which was really puzzling. Jiang Run, on the other hand, won three games and entered the top 10,000, but he was almost at his limit.
In the past three months, people continued to die, and people were promoted from the Immortal Platform below. Almost half of the entire First Immortal Platform, except for the group of people in front, had been replaced.
Because they did not play, the rankings of the three also declined.
Fortunately, Yan Ziye and Su Li only dropped a few hundred places. Ling Qinglan's ranking dropped to just outside the 10,000th place due to not playing for too long, which was lower than Jiang Run.
No matter how good Ling Qinglan's qi-nurturing skills were, her face looked a little ugly during this period.
Su Li shook her head, and the sound of the secret realm sounded again.
"Ranked 13332, yes, ranked 388."
Ling Qinglan was slightly startled, and then her eyes lit up.
Ranked 13332, isn't it him
brush!
Two rays of light flashed from the Sendai, and two figures appeared on the stage.
The familiar frost spread to Ling Qinglan's feet. Naturally, Ling Qinglan would not step away like Ying Qiaoer, but instead took two steps forward.
"Zhao Qianlin? I'm so lucky!"
He raised his head and saw Zhao Qianlin's face. A bright smile appeared on his usually indifferent face, filled with murderous intent!
Zhao Qianlin frowned. This person was very unfamiliar. He had never been in contact with him before.
"I have a grudge against you?"
"Not originally."
Ling Qinglan's eyes flashed with coldness, and with a wave of her hand, countless diamond-shaped shadows rushed out from behind, covering the entire shield in the blink of an eye.
"Now...if you die too casually, I will feel very sorry."