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043——Sick Sword Master is about to be blackened(2/2)

Lin Qianqian resisted the urge to ask questions.

The sect competition has been going on for about a month. As you go to the back, the quality is completely different from the previous one. To put it simply, it is even more powerful.

Moreover, what makes Lin Qianqian feel proud is that all the people in their demon realm have entered the next stage of the competition.

For Lin Qianqian, she belongs to whichever camp Bai Yu belongs to. As for the original person, she also hates these cultivation sects very much. There is no difference between the two parties, which makes Lin Qianqian feel very happy.

Just when Bai Yu brought Lin Qianqian to the familiar position of the stands, not even a quarter of an hour passed when Lin Qianqian suddenly heard a beeping sound in her head, indicating that there was something going on over there.

[Qianqian, that old guy named Lin is rushing towards you. 】

Lin Qianqian: "???"

What?

Is he really coming?

She turned her head and glanced at Bai Yu.

The other party's entire face was hidden in darkness, with only a green light dancing in the pupils. His face was expressionless. Only when he looked at Lin Qianqian, his face showed a slight warmth.

On the other side, Lin Mian rubbed Zhu Lie's flying sword. Although Zhu Lie tried his best to protect himself along the way, his current health was really in bad shape.

Otherwise, why would it come so slowly?

"Brother Lin, we are here."

Under the guidance of Miss Ziqing, Zhu Lie and Lin Mian arrived near the place where several top sect leaders were watching the competition.

What are they going to do?

Seeing Lin Mian and Zhu Lie walking over there, they first exchanged pleasantries with the leaders, and then the conversation turned to Bai Yu.

The monk named Zhu Lie didn't know whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid. He glanced at Bai Yu. When he saw a little girl sitting in the Demon Lord's arms, he immediately blew his beard, glared, and began to curse:

"In broad daylight, the world is clear, and you don't shy away from it at all. It's really shameless!"

"You really don't know the etiquette! It's really ugly!"

Within this month, the new Demon Lord of the Demon Realm is not the demon god with extremely terrifying strength. Although I don’t know who it is, as long as he is not the demon god, then it is a very good thing.

This is why Zhu Lie dared to see people clearly.

Oh, this is a hard time.

Lin Qianqian's expression is much more interesting, which is much more interesting than watching a fight.

The heads of the sect also seemed to be trying to persuade them a few words. After all, he is the Demon Lord, he is very powerful, and he needs to take care of the overall situation for the sake of the sect.

But Zhu Lie was not moved at all, and he even started to spray nonsense at these leaders: "We monks should protect the great righteousness, eliminate evil, fight the dark forces to the end, and do things with a clear conscience, everyone.

Fellow Taoist, what's wrong with you? Did you become the leader and ended up in a dog's belly?"

"Has your heart been corrupted by power?"

"You are afraid of that bratty brat, but I am not. You know, when I, Zhu Lie, started to become famous, that brat didn't know where to drink milk!"

As Zhu Lie said this, he drew out his spiritual sword and struck towards Bai Yu.


Chapter completed!
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