Su Fuyun had a pale face, and even though she pretended to be calm, it still exposed her panic.

"You entered the finals of the Golden Pill Period, which is very good. Your next task is to win the first place in this individual competition. I don't need to say more about this, right?" Swallowed a sip of hot tea,

Su Fuyun's face turned a little better.

Chiyan, who was sitting at her head, looked at her like this and sneered coldly in her heart: "These things have been told by the disciples before they left the door, so the saint really doesn't have to worry about it. There is so much free time,

The saint might as well think about how he should explain to the sect leader."

"What do you mean?!" As if he was poked into a painful foot, Su Fuyun glared at him.

A beautiful life is an excellent and beautiful picture, but unfortunately Chiyan is not someone to admire.

When Su Fuyun asked this, he answered very bluntly: "What can you mean by your disciple? You just want to persuade the saint that instead of wasting your energy on useless things, it would be better to concentrate on practicing."

He had a pretty good impression of this saint, after all, the other person was a beautiful beauty and a gentle and gentle person on weekdays.

It was just that the accident of his friend Jing He made him unconsciously take his anger to Su Fuyun.

He and Jing He are old friends. Although they had some differences in talent in their early years, they might have been in line with each other's eyes and unexpectedly became friends.

Because Chiyan had poor talent in his early years, he joined Moromon early to work hard, hoping to get opportunities for himself. Jinghe, who was worried about his family, was much later than him.

However, this did not affect the relationship between the two, and even the brief separation made the two closer.

But not long after Jinghe worshipped Moromon, the new saint came to him. After giving Jinghe a magic weapon, something happened to him soon.

I got the "Spirit Pill" from the sect leader, and after the spiritual roots changed from three to one, Chiyan vaguely discovered that there was a secret about the spiritual roots hidden in the Moromon.

It was just because he was a beneficiary that he did not make any statement.

However, after he knew that his friend's spiritual roots were damaged and he would never make any progress in this life, he immediately guessed that this might be Moromon's hand.

There is no power behind Chiyan, so naturally he dare not be dissatisfied with the sect leader. He can only expose his anger on Su Fuyun. Who made this man have no real power even though he has the honor of a saint?

This was also discovered after Chiyan was reused by the sect master.

Although Chiyan did not point it out directly, Su Fuyun could also guess that the "useless thing" he said was the matter of winning over the beast taming sect himself.

Her actions were not secret, so she naturally could not escape Chiyan's eyes.

"I will naturally go back to explain where the sect leader is. Anyway, as long as the first one is from our Moromon in the end, he will not be dissatisfied." Su Fuyun said with a strong momentum.

Chiyan nodded: "Since that's the case, what is the so-called saint looking for his disciples to come?"

Finally, when he got to the point, Su Fuyun's expression suddenly became cold and solemn: "I want you to destroy the Dantian of Chief Wan Daosheng in tomorrow's final!"

The woman's expression showed a bit of solemnity under the reflection of the night pearl in the room, and Chiyan quietly raised her eyebrows.

Just a competition, can she have such deep resentment towards the Wandao female cultivator?

Chiyan suddenly became interested in the entanglement between the two.

"Since the saint gave the order, the disciple must be recruited!" He had already wanted to help Jing He and teach this woman who shamed him a lesson!

So, with the expectations of a group of people with ulterior motives, the final of the individual competition slowly began.

The location was still at the battle table a few days ago. Sang Ying led her junior brother and sister who were famous on the list to the viewing table early.

Before the competition began, Sang Ying focused everyone's attention on himself and said aloud: "Today is the final of the individual competition. It is already my pride that I, Wan Daosheng, can enter the finals. Even if I failed to enter before this time

Ten, I believe you can benefit from it too.”

"So, in the final, we do not ask you to strive for the best. As long as you can make progress, it will be enough to make the sect leader and elders happy. You must not damage yourself in order to win. If you are facing a powerful enemy, do your best. You must absolutely

You can't show off!"

This was the result of Sang Ying's agreement with the two elders last night.

Although this is suspected of retreating and timid battle, in the eyes of the two elders, no matter how good the sect competition is, it is not as important as the disciples.

Now Moromon is clearly prepared and is ruthless every time. At this time, he will only lick casualties.

Fortunately, Wan Daosheng's disciple was quite obedient, even though he felt a little aggrieved, under Sang Ying's serious gaze, he still agreed obediently, but his expression was so aggrieved.

Seeing this, Sang Ying had to comfort them and said, "You don't have to be so unwilling. Maybe we lose one move in the individual competition, but it doesn't mean we can't find it back in the sect competition!"

Hearing this, several of them were more lively and their eyes lit up, as if they had come up with some tricks.

The simple lecture ended soon, and people from other sects appeared one after another.

Unlike usual, Su Fuyun, who had been hiding for many days, appeared in front of others again, and led many Moromon disciples to attend the final with Chiyan.

Sang Ying looked at the proud look she had specially cast, and seemed to have guessed something.

When everyone came, an elder of Cangyu Sect stood up at the sect leader's instructions and announced: "Today is the final of this individual competition. The final will take a day to complete, and the rules of the beating are adopted."

At the elder's instructions, everyone turned around and saw the twenty neat battle tables.

"You can choose the battle table this morning and fight in pairs after choosing the battle table. The winner is the champion and will continue to accept the challenges of others. The person who guards the battlefield and fights to the end is this time

Top ten!”

This rule is no different from before. After hearing this, everyone was not afraid of fighting against ten, but they even became excited.

I wished that the elder would immediately run to the platform and compete with the others.

However, smart people know that very few people who stand first can win the end.

No matter how strong he is, he cannot stick to the end under such a wheel battle.

Therefore, in the finals of previous years, young disciples always argued over who would go first.

The elders in the stands thought that the same was true today, and they even thought of solutions for this.

But after the gong sounded that represented the start of the competition, figures fell on the ten battle stages belonging to the Jindan stage in an instant.

Everyone glanced at me and saw three monks Wandaosheng standing on the ten battle stages.

It was like mocking someone, on the familiar No. 3 battle stage, there was the familiar female cultivator in blue skirt standing.

Sang Ying lowered her eyes and looked at Su Fuyun in the distance. With her gradually blue face, she won her first opponent today, and since then she started her winning streak today!

The author has something to say:

Today I am typing on the train. It is not convenient and my head hurts, so I have only two chapters for the time being. Sorry, everyone.

Let's be here today, see you tomorrow~ wave your wings


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