Dressed as a playgirl in the immortal world

"Mr. Huiying, are you really from the Tianyuan Continent?"

Wuyang Zhenjun asked again without giving up.

Zhuzhu nodded: "There is nothing to hide. Although our Tianyuan Continent is not as prosperous as Ziyun Continent, it is not a barbaric and uncivilized place where people drink blood. On the contrary, the people are simple and the monks work hard in cultivation. I He is just the most common of the many cultivators who have worked hard in the Tianyuan Continent."

Master Biyang couldn't take it anymore, he turned his head and silently rolled his eyes, expressing his disbelief.

Who doesn't work hard to cultivate, but can the cultivation of immortals become strong only by hard work?Will he be able to aspire to the top?
Obviously not possible.

What Zhenjun Huiying said was the same as if she hadn't said anything, and only Zhenjun Wuyang's idiot believed her nonsense.

But he didn't expect his every move to be watched by his Taoist companion Qingbo Zhenjun.

"Are you dissatisfied with sister Huiying?" Zhenjun Qingbo has always worshiped strong female cultivators. After seeing Zhuzhu's strength, he immediately regarded her as his idol. Knowing that she saw her bad-hearted man silently singing the opposite tune behind her back.

Qingbo Zhenjun didn't show him any face on the spot, and even pulled his ear to ask him to apologize to Zhuzhu.

Zhuzhu couldn't laugh or cry for this.

If Master Biyang is like a tsundere old child, then Master Qingbo is a tiger mother who rules over tsundere children.

Under Qingbo Zhenjun's anger, Biyang Zhenjun immediately put away his arrogant and awkward character, so he shouldn't be too obedient.

Perhaps it was the complementary personalities of Biyang Zhenjun and Qingbo Zhenjun that made them so affectionate.

Two months later, the first round of qualifiers in Fenghe City finally came to an end.

There were only 3996 Yuanying Zhenjun who entered the first round of qualifiers.

Nearly 2 people were eliminated in one fell swoop, which shows how difficult it is to win five games in the first round of qualifiers.

There are 1003 people left for Out-of-body Zhenjun, less than one-fifth of them, and the competition is also very fierce.

Of the three Wuyang Zhenjun, only Wuyang Zhenjun and Biyang Zhenjun entered the second round. Qingbo Zhenjun successfully defended four games but lost two consecutive games, and did not enter the second round.

Zhuzhu originally thought that Qingbo Zhenjun would almost enter the second round, and would be sad for a while.

Unexpectedly, half a month later, in the auditorium of the second round of qualifiers, Master Qingbo not only bought tickets to watch the match, but also excitedly cheered for her and Master Biyang.

There was no sign of loss or sadness at all.

It seemed like she was thinking too much.

Zhuzhu chuckled, Qingbo Zhenjun's psychological endurance was far stronger than she thought.

The second round of qualifiers is very simple. Yuanying Zhenjun selects the top [-] to enter the third round of qualifiers, and Out of Body Zhenjun selects the top [-] to enter the third round of qualifiers.

This time, it is no longer a two-two duel in the ring to decide the winner, but a group battle mode.

There are a total of 40 arenas set up here in the Nascent Soul Zhenjun Qualifiers, and about [-] people are randomly assigned to stand on each arena according to the number of people.

No matter whether the 40 people in each arena form an alliance or fight alone, as long as there are only ten people left in each arena, the ten people standing on the arena will be considered to have successfully advanced to the third round.

It can be said to be very direct, cruel and fast, and nearly 3000 people can be eliminated in less than a day.

Before going on stage, Wuyang Zhenjun prayed over and over again that he could be assigned to the same ring with Zhuzhu and Biyang Zhenjun, so that they could form an alliance and stick to it until the end.

However, the wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Not only did the three of them not share the same ring, but each of them shared the same ring. True Monarch Wuyang had no choice but to randomly find two people on the ring to form an alliance in the limited time before the start of the competition.

But how reliable such an ally relationship can be, Zhenjun Wuyang naturally dare not hand over his back to them, and the result is that there is not much difference between an alliance and a non-alignment one-on-one fight, a waste of work, and in the end he was almost defeated by his allies. The sneak attack knocked him out of the ring.

Fortunately, Wuyang Zhenjun didn't dare to really trust them, and kept paying attention to their actions. When they wanted to sneak attack and knock him off the ring, he immediately realized that they would fight back, and instead hit him by mistake and became one of the ten people who stayed on the ring. One into the third round of qualifying.

Zhuzhu also successfully entered the third round.

She's not going to be lucky this time.

The monks in the arena where she was in were busy killing people, beating people, and pushing people down, but they just turned a blind eye to her.

No, it's not like turning a blind eye, just looking at her once in a while, and then turning away to attack others, as if she is some kind of scourge, not even daring to approach her.

As a result, those monks who fought hard all went down or died on the stage, but she entered the third round unscathed and bored.

This is the most relaxing time since Zhuzhu fought.

I don't know if those monks avoided her deliberately, or thought that she was not afraid of her alone and prepared to attack at the end, but they left her at the end and easily won.

Zhuzhu is not a bloodthirsty person, so she can try her best not to get blood on her hands. I have to say that it feels really good to lie down and win.

The monks who entered the third round put on brown wooden plaques representing their status.

This time only Zhuzhu and Wuyang Zhenjun successfully entered the third round.

Biyang Zhenjun was besieged by others and almost lost his life. Fortunately, he jumped off the ring to save his life when his life was hanging by a moment, but he suffered serious internal injuries.

"The Zheng family and the group of Qihuanmen are going too far."

Sitting in the auditorium, Qingbo Zhenjun saw clearly the process of the Taoist couple being besieged. At that time, she was so angry that she wanted to rush to the ring.

Fortunately, she still has reason. If she disrupts the Hero Ranking Qualifiers, she and her Taoist companion Biyang Zhenjun will not only be kicked out of Fenghe City, but will also be condemned by everyone, and their sect Piaomiao Pavilion will also be criticized.

She could only hold it back, and when she saw Zhenjun Biyang narrowly escaped death, she let go of her thoughts, but her heart was still filled with depression.

"The battle for the hero list is so cruel, don't be angry with me, it's not worth it."

True Monarch Biyang was naturally very disappointed and unwilling. Based on his strength, if he played one-on-one or one-on-two in an upright manner, he still had a high chance of entering the third round of the preliminaries, and even the finals were not hopeless.

But it happened that the Zheng family and those people from the Fantasy Pavilion were colluding. They also knew that he was strong, so the partnership wanted his life so as to reduce one competitor. Although Zhenjun Biyang has an awkward temper, he can afford it Let go of people.

Predicting that no matter how tough he was, his life would be lost, so he gave up and jumped off the ring without hesitation.

But no matter how unwilling and disappointed in his heart, it has become a fact, he can only persuade Qingbo Zhenjun to look away like himself.

"I just can't take this breath."

Qingbo Zhenjun slammed the table, and the thousand-year-old pineapple table immediately turned into powder and piled on the ground.

"If you can't swallow this breath, you have to swallow it. This is not our Piaomiao Pavilion site. Whoever makes the Zheng family and Qihuan sect have so many people, we can only admit it."

Piao Miao Pavilion belongs to a small sect in Ziyun Continent, the entire sect has less than 5000 people, and only their husband and wife are able to compete for the hero list.

The overall strength of the Fantasy Gate and the Zheng family is actually comparable to that of the Piaomiao Pavilion.

However, there are five people from the Fantasy Gate participating in the competition for the hero list this time, and three of them passed the first round of qualifiers, and two of the Zheng family passed, so luckily they were assigned to the same ring.

Faced with the siege of the five Nascent Soul Dzogchen Lords, Biyang Zhenjun had no choice but to give up the competition to save his life.

"Who said you can only admit defeat!"

Qingbo Zhenjun's eyes flickered: "Wuyang Zhenjun and sister Huiying have entered the third round. With their two strengths, they can definitely crush the Zheng family and the Miracle Pavilion. I will talk to sister Huiying later. Let her hit harder when she meets people from the Zheng family and the Fantasy Pavilion, as long as the Zheng family and the people from the Fantasy Pavilion can't make it to the finals, it will be considered a relief for us."

"We are not related to her, so why should she help you?"

True Monarch Biyang was unwilling to bother Zhenjun Huiying, "Qingbo, it's pointless to fight for the momentary aura, it's better to go back and practice hard, and get up from where you fell after 200 years."

Qingbo Zhenjun disagreed and shook his head: "I didn't ask sister Huiying to help for nothing. She came from Tianyuan Continent, where the spiritual energy is thin and the supplies are scarce. Presumably there are no other treasures for self-defense except the magic weapon of life. The two of us have been practicing for so many years. Savings, I can give her some of the treasures we have accumulated as a reward."

Zhenjun Biyang couldn't persuade Zhenjun Qingbo, and seeing that she was determined to avenge himself, his heart warmed slightly and he had to silently nod in agreement.