Chapter 237 Mr. Qin, Yanran is not some weak woman
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Holy Lord Lingxuan raised his head and looked at Qin Jiang, and then at Elder Nie who had just walked in.
Elder Nie was stunned, silently walked to sit across from Qin Jiang, and picked up the tea that he had not had time to drink just now.
“Sect Master, is your neck uncomfortable?”
After hearing the question, Holy Lord Lingxuan came back to his senses and looked at Qin Jiang in shock, "Xu Yanran, your wife?"
Qin Jiang nodded slightly, but before he could say anything, Elder Nie stood opposite him A mouthful of tea squirted out, and then all the tea was sucked back in the next moment.
Gudu~
"Yanran is you, Qin Xianjun's wife?!"
Elder Nie was holding the tea cup with disbelief in his eyes.
This, this, this, this, this, this, this is wonderful!
I accepted a closed disciple, who turned out to be the wife of the Immortal Lord!
He looked at Holy Lord Lingxuan, I can take the position of the sect leader!
Lord Lingxuan glanced at him and felt that Lao Deng had no good intentions.
"When we didn't cross the sea, Yanran and others came to Zhongyuan Continent before me. After I settled the matter at hand, I came here." Qin Jiang said.
"It turns out that Yanran mentioned this matter at the beginning and wanted to invite a few elders to go to Chaotic Overseas.
But after all, there were several elders, and it was difficult to get them together at the same time, so it was delayed for some time. But I never thought that Qin Xianjun would actually come in person."
Elder Nie said, feeling a little ashamed.
My good disciple, you really think highly of me as your master, and even Qin Xianjun can’t solve the problem. You actually think that we can solve it with just a few old bones.
It’s a good thing that those old guys happened to be in retreat. Otherwise, if they really went, it’s hard to say how many of them would come back.
Qin Jiang was slightly startled when he heard this, and then smiled, "Where is Yanran now?"
"Oh, by the way, today happens to be the sect competition, and I should be at Xuangan Peak at the moment."
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At the top of Xuangan Peak, there is a big competition platform.
"In the next match, Yi Liuli will fight Xu Yanran! Get ready on stage!"
The sect elder who is responsible for deciding the outcome and protecting the safety of his disciples spoke.
This was the last scene of the competition, a duel between the two saints, and he was personally responsible for presiding over it.
He looked at the well-dressed woman standing on the left side of the platform. She was dressed in black and looked heroic.
This newly promoted saint surprised him. Although she was only in the realm of a fifth-level divine warrior, her physical strength reached the level of a demigod.
Furthermore, normally speaking, even with this configuration, it would not be an opponent of the seventh-level divine weapon of the Holy Son level.
But this man relied on his demigod body to defeat the contemporary Holy Son Lingxuan and reach the final decisive battle.
Tsk, there has been a bit of a yin and a yang decline in the Holy Land these years. It seems it’s time to drag these slackers up and give them a workout.
In the audience, Xu Yanran clenched the halberd in her hand. This is a true artifact tailor-made for the Holy Son-level prodigy in Lingxuan Holy Land.
It can maximize the power of the "Xuanwu Tianjing", a divine weapon she has just learned.
"What's wrong, sister? Do you want to admit defeat?"
A burst of laughter like silver bells came from the stage, with a bit of teasing, but there was no malice.
When Xu Yanran heard this, she looked towards the stage. A woman in a white dress was holding a long sword, looking relaxed and carefree, not nervous at all.
This was Yi Liuli, the only saint in Lingxuan Holy Land before she came.
His cultivation has reached the peak of the seventh-level divine martial arts. He is a well-deserved saint-level genius, far beyond his own comparison.
She knew that although her qualifications were pretty good, they were definitely not at the level of a Saint Child. It was entirely because Qin Jiang had refined her body that she was qualified to become a saint.
And this time in the competition, she must win!
Only by winning the first place in this competition, can she get the Xuanshui Pill to improve her qualifications and cultivation, thereby stabilizing her status as a saint.
This is also an agreement with the master. As long as she can win the first place in the competition, the master will be sure to invite more than eight elders to go to China with her.
By then, Brother Qin’s problem will definitely be solved!
Take a deep breath, adjust her posture, and press her left hand on her chest. It was the ring Qin Jiang gave her, which she tied up with a rope and wore it as a necklace.
Husband, wait for me to come back!
She stepped onto the stage and held the halberd tightly with both hands.
“Sister, I’m offended!”
“It’s easy to say, if you can beat me, it will be a happy event for the Holy Land, and I will naturally be happy.” Yi Liuli said with a smile.
She is a member of the sect master's lineage, so she naturally hopes that the Holy Land will become stronger and stronger.
However, she is also confident in herself!
She is the well-deserved number one among today’s younger generation of Lingxuan!
"Okay! I announce, let's begin!"
As the elder referee shouted, the two figures on the battlefield disappeared instantly, and at the same time, the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing sounded on the battlefield.
The black spurge swept across domineeringly, and the space along the way was shaken and faintly distorted.
Yi Liuli's expression changed slightly, he was worthy of being a demigod, and his pure strength was about to shatter the space!
The Seventh Style of the Wind Wheel Sword - Misty Thread!
The cyan sword light emerged, like a thread passing through the air, colliding with the domineering black light, making a soft groan.
Two figures appeared, standing on the battle platform. A circular air ring swayed with the two as the center, and subtle cracks appeared on the battle platform under their feet.
“How amazing! They are indeed the two proud daughters of our Lingxuan!”
"It can actually shake the battle platform into cracks. The power of their confrontation has exceeded the ordinary eighth-level divine weapons!"
Yi Liuli smiled, "Junior sister, that's not bad. How long has it been? Just measure the Xuanwu. Tian Ji has been trained to this point."
"Senior sister, you are just being more diligent," Xu Yanran said with an aggressive gaze.
Yi Liuli chuckled when he heard this, just be more diligent?
She can't forget the figure she saw in the middle of the night. It was a self-harming penance. When it comes to your mouth, it turns out to be just more diligence?
It’s really infuriating!
“Come again!”
She shouted loudly, and a steady stream of divine power poured into the divine sword. The formation patterns on the sword shimmered, and lumps fell from the hilt. Flowing towards the tip of the sword, it is as rhythmic as breathing.
After one breath, this sense of rhythm almost reached its peak, and the clusters of shimmering lights almost formed a straight line.
"Wind Wheel Slash!"
With a loud shout, the majestic force forced Xu Yanran back.
Yi Liuli's whole body released green light, and the long sword in his hand was wrapped in a layer of green sword light.
"Junior sister, this is my strongest state. Come on, use all your strength to defeat me!"
Xu Yanran was silent, all her strength surged toward the euphorbia in her hand, and her whole body The strong wind stirred up and blew her black hair.
In an instant, the two figures disappeared, and violent shock waves surged out from the fighting platform, making the surrounding disciples watching the battle unable to help but retreat.
In the clouds, the three of them stood quietly.
Qin Jiang couldn't help but smile when he looked at the sassy figure on the battlefield. After leaving him, Yanran returned to her original appearance, just like she did in the fields.
Mr. Qin, Yan Ran is not a weak woman.
(End of this chapter)