Take my luck yesterday?Today, I am cultivating immortals and leading my sect to fly.

Mu Xiaoting suppressed the news about Bai Qianqian's communication with the devil on the grounds of safeguarding Penglai's reputation, but did not guard the news tightly. As a result, Luo Qingyang, who had the closest relationship with Bai Qianqian, knew the cause of her death. Perhaps he had been aware of it from the beginning. He planned to use Luo Qingyang as a chess piece, and the current quarrels and criticisms from his disciples were the result he wanted.

Ruan Li watched with cold eyes. These Penglai disciples who were her classmates did not realize at all that there was a deviation in the news they received. They regarded Luo Qingyang as their enemy just because of Luo Qingyang's unintelligible words. In their eyes, she was just like them. Ruan Li, who was not very close to her, has become a stranger, and when Bai Qianqian dies, her memory is automatically beautified, and her kindness and considerateness change from three points to eight points. Ruan Li, who killed Bai Qianqian, is undoubtedly a evil person.

In Penglai, because of the tone set by Mu Xiaoting, the disciples were very strong but also admired strength, so it was easy to form small groups. When speaking to the outside world, they just followed others' opinions and did not think independently at all. The voices of criticism and condemnation suddenly became one.

The momentum was so great that Yue Man and Luo Sheng, who had never seen such a scene before, were stunned. They didn't even think of explaining Ruan Li's voice. They were shocked by the way these disciples defended Bai Qianqian, and they couldn't understand the split in the Immortal League. Why could Bai Qianqian, who looked low-key and ordinary, make them so excited?

But just like Luo Qingyang's mood at the moment, they were not necessarily targeting Ruan Li because of Bai Qianqian. Bai Qianqian's death was just a well-reasoned excuse.

The disciples were noisy and increasingly agitated. Ning Huaishu tried to dissuade him several times but to no avail. They surrounded him layer by layer, and the pressure brought by their words and expressions was frightening.

Wei Min lowered his eyes, his usually lazy eyes filled with a bit of venom. He scanned the ferocious-looking people in front of him inch by inch, and suppressed a mocking laugh from his throat. What didn't match the laughter was that he There was no expression on his face, and he was as cold as ice.

There was an extremely powerful and penetrating explosion, and it was Wei Min who broke the spirit sword in his hand. The sword wind flew everywhere, leaving shallow scratches on the faces of many disciples. Everyone fell silent for a moment, their eyes filled with shock.

It finally calmed down.

Wei Min's face was still expressionless, but the corners of his lips were pursed into a straight line, and his jaw was tense, making his eyebrows and eye lines even sharper. People who are familiar with him know that he is extremely angry at this moment, and the angrier he gets, the more he becomes angry. It makes people unable to see emotions.

He bent slightly and lowered his head to look at the person he was firmly protecting behind him. His face and voice were cold, but because his voice was very low when he spoke, he revealed a hint of unexpected tenderness, "What do you want to do? ?”

His words didn't sound like inquiries, but more like encouragements. It seemed that no matter what Ruan Li asked, he would do it. The moment he spoke, he made everyone understand that he could support Ruan Li as long as she was willing.

Ruan Li kept her head lowered, and now she slowly raised her long eyelashes. Her expression was calm, and her almond-shaped eyes were still clean and translucent, as if she was not affected by the surrounding atmosphere. Even those words full of condemnation were ready as if they were ready to go. Pierce her heart with thousands of arrows.

She glanced at everyone with a blank look, as if these different faces in her eyes were just a dull, uniform, ferocious and ugly face. Some people shrank unconsciously after she looked at them.

Ruan Li finally focused his attention on Luo Qingyang. The sword that the man struck at the beginning was completely impulsive. After being blocked by Wei Min, he was already timid because of the difference in strength between the two sides, but the encouragement of those disciples The sound made him regain his confidence, as if he had taken the moral high ground and looked upright.

really interesting.

"Brother, I will do it myself."

She walked out from behind Wei Min. Wei Min stepped aside without any objection, completely obeying her decision, but his eyes were still fixed on her.Ruan Li took out the Zhaoshuang Sword, the tip of the sword was a little softer, and jumped onto the ring lightly, saying expressionlessly, "Don't you want to avenge Bai Qianqian? I'll give you this chance."

Suddenly, everyone's attention was focused on Luo Qingyang again. Ning Huaishu wanted to speak, but he was pulled hard by Yue Man before he could speak. He closed his mouth blankly under the warning gaze of the other party, with a dejected expression.

Everyone was looking at him and waiting for him. Luo Qingyang naturally had no reason to back down. He flew up to the ring and held the sword in his hand tightly. He didn't know whether he was telling himself or others, "You I killed Qianqian regardless of my friendship with the same family, so as her senior brother, I naturally want to seek justice for her."

He knew that there was a big gap in cultivation between him and Ruan Li, but he thought that he was not defeated without a fight, so he absorbed two pills in advance that could temporarily improve his cultivation, mobilized his whole body's spiritual power, and took the lead!
Under the ring, everyone saw Luo Qingyang's figure quickly approaching, his sword wind more swift and fierce than before, and his moves tricky, but Ruan Li stood there without even raising his sword.

Just when they were concentrating, the two figures almost overlapped, and ice particles splashed out as the spiritual energy collided. They were so frightened by the overly turbulent spiritual waves that they closed their eyes. When they opened them again, the winner was already decided on the stage.

Ruan Li stood upright, while Luo Qingyang fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment due to the burden, and even lost his sword. He raised his head in confusion and horror, as if he had not recovered from the scene just now.

He lost with just one move.

He couldn't survive even one move from Ruan Li.

In the dead silence, Ruan Li sheathed her sword and looked at him with some mockery, "You keep saying you want to avenge Bai Qianqian, but does Bai Qianqian really have such a big weight in your heart? Do you really hate her death?" Me, or are you jealous of me? Afraid of me?"

The girl's voice was not loud, but it hit countless people's hearts like a heavy hammer, causing them to wake up from their brief fever and had to admit one fact - they were jealous of Ruan Li.

Back in Penglai, the little junior sister who had the reputation of her parents but whose talent was worrisome once leaped over the dragon gate and was completely transformed. She reached a height that was almost unreachable for them at such a young age. They could no longer look at her with ridicule and contempt, and even just looked at her with contempt. How could they not be jealous when they could look up and see from afar?
Luo Qingyang couldn't make any reaction. He was stabbed by Ruan Li's light gaze, as if he was being seen from head to toe, and all his dirty thoughts were exposed to the light of day. Just like she said, he is like this Is this active provocation really hate?

It's jealousy.

Ning Huaishu stood in the silence, looking at his junior brother who was sitting awkwardly on the stage, with mixed feelings in his heart, including confusion and regret.

Qiao Qingyang's defeat was not only due to his cultivation. His state of mind had collapsed and there was no possibility of progress in his cultivation.

He is useless.