At this time, there were already people on the stage who were competing in martial arts. Each sect had its own special skills. Some used swords and some used knives. The sound of the swords clashing was particularly harsh and made people's blood boil inexplicably.
The people competing on the stage are competing against each other with each move. The people competing on the stage now should be from the sects with which we usually have a good relationship.
Then the next game started.
Meng Li stared intently at the contestants on the stage, and Ran Pingliang asked seemingly thoughtfully:
"Miaosi, are you afraid?"
"Not afraid." Meng Li said two words lightly.
Born in a world where strength was respected, Meng Li had seen many bloody killings.
Ran Pingliang nodded, looked in one direction, and said to Meng Li:
"Look over there."
Meng Li followed Ran Pingliang's eyes and saw a group of people wearing uniforms in Tsing Yi sitting together.
Sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man with outstanding temperament, dressed in a green shirt, who had a somewhat immortal air. He was looking at the stage calmly and whispering to the people around him from time to time.
Meng Li guessed that it should be the master of the Divine Doctor Valley.
"Those are the people from the Divine Doctor Valley. After the competition is over, I will take you to them and let them diagnose and treat you." Ran Pingliang said.
Meng Li just said lightly: "Thank you."
"No, you and I are husband and wife, so there is no need to be so polite." Ran Pingliang's voice was neither loud nor quiet, but Meng Li could hear it clearly.
Then I heard Ran Pingliang explain:
"The people from the Divine Doctor Valley only arrived two days ago. After arriving, they went to diagnose and treat the stubborn illness of Master Ling. Therefore, it is not convenient for me to go and ask for help."
"After the competition is over, they should have finished their work. We are going to seek medical treatment."
"Don't worry, I have a little relationship with Divine Doctor Valley, they will definitely give me this thin noodles."
Ran Pingliang promised.
Even Ran Pingliang didn't feel that when he spoke to Meng Li now, he would have an unconscious sense of flattery.
Because Meng Li was too cold to him, it made him unconsciously want to please Meng Li.
But if Meng Li turns into a good wife and shows deep affection to him, he will be happy for a while, but will definitely become very cold after that.
Overall, it's just cheap.
Meng Li hummed indifferently, but felt a little worried in his heart. When she first came to this world, her body was weak, depressed, poor-looking, and sickly.
But after she came, she didn't have any knots 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 and bones are in great shape.
Pretending to be sick was mainly to avoid Ran Pingliang's proposal to stay in her room.
Poor health was her eternal excuse.
I'm afraid that the people in the Valley of Miracle Doctors will find out that she is pretending to be ill once she diagnoses and treats her.
Otherwise, she would continue to practice the skills she had practiced before her death, mutilate herself, and vomit blood for several days, in which case she would definitely be diagnosed with a disease.
depressed!
After that, there were several games, and some people showed no mercy. Naturally, some people were seriously injured and had to be carried off.
Everyone prides themselves on being from a well-known and upright family. If it weren't for the huge hatred and hostility, they would not be willing to directly kill their opponents on stage, giving them a reputation of being cruel and bloodthirsty.
Some of them were carried down while they were able to breathe, but the chances of being rescued were slim.
Even if it can be rescued, it is easy to leave stubborn diseases and it will be almost impossible to practice in the future.
When it was Wuya Palace's turn, Ran Pingliang first sent a few disciples to compete. The disciples lived up to their expectations and defeated their opponents in a very glorious manner, which made Ran Pingliang very happy.
The disciples' faces were also filled with joyful smiles, which was a proof of their strength.
In the afternoon, there will be a discussion between the masters. This is the highlight, because the strength of a master is the strength of a sect.
Meng Li looked at the martial arts leader. The old god was sitting under the stage, stroking his beard with his hands from time to time. He looked very confident that no one could defeat him this time.
The leaders have very deep 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. Everyone was nervously staring at the competition on the stage.
Some people were happy and some were sad. After a few rounds of competition, it was Ran Pingliang's turn.
Ran Pingliang patted Meng Li's folded hands and said to Meng Li:
"My husband has gone on stage to compete. Don't worry. Seeing that my husband has defeated his opponent will bring glory to Wuya Palace and your face."
Meng Li nodded and glanced at Ran Pingliang. It was a pity that he didn't have the chance to defeat him this time.
When Ran Pingliang saw Meng Li nodding, he stood up gracefully, used Qinggong and flew to the stage.
Anyway, Meng Li felt very pretentious.
Why can't you just walk up there.
But Ran Pingliang's opponent was a real opponent. Because they had always had a feud, the two of them struck very harshly, showed no mercy at all, and were ready to kill each other.
The Wuya Palace disciples sitting next to Meng Li couldn't help but sweat for their master, and their eyes were fixed on the competition stage.
Meng Li was not worried at all.
If Ran Pingliang was beaten to death up there, she would not want the belongings of Wuya Palace.
Just slip away.
If Ran Pingliang beat someone to death, Ran Pingliang would not be much better. At worst, she would follow him back to Wuya Palace and wait for a while before finishing him with her own hands.
Meng Li actually hoped that Ran Pingliang would be photographed to death.
It saves her trouble.
The fight between the two people on the stage lasted for a long time, and both sides were injured. You slapped me, and I chopped you. Both of them were in a bit of a mess.
The fight became more and more fierce, and no one was willing to stop there. They fought fiercely for countless rounds, but there was still no winner or loser.
In the end, Ran Pingliang used all his strength and knocked his opponent to the ground, unable to get up. However, Ran Pingliang refused to stop and pointed his sword at the opponent, intending to kill him.
Meng Li raised his lips silently. Ran Pingliang had now exhausted most of his internal energy and basically could no longer gather it.
At this moment, Ran Pingliang's sword on the stage had quickly reached the opponent's chest. Meng Li couldn't help but squint his eyes. At the critical moment, disciples from the opponent's sect flew to rescue him, and several more voices shouted: "Wait a minute." , trying to stop Ran Pingliang.
But Ran Pingliang turned a deaf ear and actually accelerated his speed and pierced the opponent's heart with his sword. Blood spurted out and the man's eyeballs on the ground protruded, full of unwilling hatred, and he died.
There was chaos on the stage. When the disciples of the other sect saw that their leader was dead, they rushed up to fight with Ran Pingliang.
"Everyone stop it."
The person who spoke out was the leader of the martial arts alliance. Everyone stopped and looked at the leader of the martial arts alliance.
The martial arts leader said in a deep voice to Ran Pingliang:
"Master Wuya Palace, you have to be merciful and merciful."