I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

So they went together to a square near the gate of the holy land, where guests were welcomed.

"Wanghe Sect Elder Feng Buxuan has arrived!"

"Xuan Yue Sect's Sect Master Yue Wenyao has arrived!"

"Heavenly Sword Sect's leader, Li Guiyuan, has arrived!"

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The Ziyang Holy Land was very lively on this day. Not only did the holy land prepare a grand welcoming ceremony, but it also made sufficient preparations for the food, clothing, housing and transportation of these people in the next few days.

As the Lord of the Holy Land, Mu Wanyi also delivered a speech welcoming all the guests, but she spoke very quickly, as if she wanted to finish the speech quickly.

The welcoming ceremony not only featured singing and dancing performances, but also a temporary arena for some sects to engage in friendly competitions.

There are no prizes for winning the competition, but it is a chance to show yourself. So there won't be a fight to the death on stage, it's more of an opportunity to socialize.

At this time, two young and handsome men were really fighting with swords on the stage. At first, they were deadlocked. Not long after, the sword in the hand of a young man in black suddenly accelerated. The male cultivator in white on the opposite side was caught off guard and failed to keep up with the opponent's rhythm, and his sword was knocked away.

The man in white admitted defeat immediately, while the man in black said "thank you" and walked off the stage with grace.

During this process, bursts of female screams erupted from the crowd.

Many enthusiastic female cultivators surrounded the black-clothed male cultivator and asked for his contact information.

Since this is a larger-scale competition, each person only has one chance to perform. Regardless of winning or losing, they must leave the stage.

Usually one person comes on stage to introduce themselves, and then another person comes on stage to challenge.

Or the first person to step up would challenge someone by name, and the person whose name was called would have to step up. In such situations, being timid and not daring to step up would be a huge loss of face. Most monks valued their reputation and wouldn't make such a fool of themselves.

"I'm Li Dabiao from Zhaoxia Mountain. I'm good at using a pair of golden hammers. Each of my hammers weighs more than 200 pounds, and the combined weight of the two hammers is more than 400 pounds. Is there anyone who dares to fight me?" A burly man walked onto the ring carrying two hammers.

With every step he took, the ground shook slightly.

This man has a loud voice, and his height of over two meters combined with such a heavy weapon is quite intimidating.

There was a lot of noise in the crowd, many people pushed each other, and for a moment no one went up.

"I heard that Li Dabiao met a demon girl from the Hehuan Sect last year. But this muscle man showed no mercy and smashed her into a pulp with one hammer."

"There's even this kind of straight man who's so cruel to a young woman. If it were me, I would definitely have given in to that witch."

"Hey, with your miserable appearance, it's a good thing you're not afraid of scaring the witch away."

"Yes, yes, yes. I'm afraid that the witches of the Hehuan Sect will avoid you when they see you."

"You are going too far. What is your name? Come up on stage and show me your gestures."

"Stop arguing, someone's up there, and it's a woman."

"Oh, it's quite fresh. Which sect is it from?"

A heroic girl walked out from the crowd, carrying a silver spear on her back, and walked onto the ring amid exclamations.

"I am Zhang Miaoyan, a free cultivator. I have come to seek your advice."

The woman who calls herself Zhang Miaoyan is actually Ji Miaoyan, and she often uses this pseudonym when she goes out.

Zhang was her mother's surname. Her mother, Concubine Zhang, was from the Zhang clan of Longdan City. It was said that her ancestor was a hero who fought against the demons and died in that tragic battle.

"A casual cultivator?" When Li Dabiao heard that it was a casual cultivator, he felt contempt in his heart.

Li Dabiao said, "Miss, you'd better get off. I didn't know how to control my strength and I'm afraid I might hurt you."

"Don't talk big too soon. I will only use three moves. If I can't defeat you in three moves, I will admit defeat." Ji Miaoyan did not take the big man opposite her seriously.

When monks fight, it’s not about who has more muscles and who is stronger.

"You're even more arrogant than me, so don't blame Li's men for being merciless."

The two people stomped their feet hard at the same time and disappeared from their original positions. Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground at the same time.

"boom!"

The movement was so fast that before the audience could see clearly, the two people collided with each other.

The strong wind whistled, making the two men's robes rustle.

Ji Miaoyan's long hair was flying, the silver spear was slightly bent, her knees were bent due to the huge force, and the ground under her feet also cracked.

She seemed to be at a disadvantage, and Li Dabiao thought so too.

However, the next second, the situation suddenly changed.

The spear flipped in Ji Miaoyan's hand, and she moved to the side. The spear head flipped and knocked away a golden hammer, which shocked Li Dabiao.

Ji Miaoyan didn't overpower her opponent with her strength, but rather used her skills to leverage his force. As the opponent pressed the hammer down, she followed his force, shifting the direction of her spear and sending the hammer flying from the giant's hand.

She took advantage of the moment when her opponent was surprised and thrust out her spear like a dragon, hovering about the thickness of a thumb away from Li Dabiao's throat.

If Li Dabiao moved forward a little more, the spear would have pierced his neck.

The burly man could even feel the chill from the icy tip of the gun, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"I give up. You are a great marksman, girl." Li Dabiao, who was still in shock, knew that if they continued fighting, he would not be a match for the girl, so he admitted defeat very quickly.

Amidst cheers, Ji Miaoyan walked off the stage. Her trusted subordinate, the woman named Lian, came forward to greet her.

"Miss, why do you have to show up in public?" Lian has been worried about the princess's safety since she experienced the turmoil in Chuanliu City, but she couldn't persuade Ji Miaoyan no matter what.

Ji Miaoyan just smiled but said nothing.

She just wanted someone to see her.

But she looked around and still couldn't see the figure in white.

"Is that the Purple Sun Saint? What a beautiful woman."

"I wish I could be as beautiful as her."

"You're dreaming! She's one of the top three beauties in the Eastern Region. We should not overestimate our abilities."

Ji Miaoyan passed by a group of female cultivators, who seemed to be disciples of a certain female cultivator sect, and heard what they were talking about.

Senior Holy Lord?!

She took good care of Xueqing and really hoped that she would not end up like that.

But Ji Miaoyan asked herself that in the face of such turmoil, she was powerless to change anything.

However, she still had deep respect for this senior. If she had not stopped those demons, Sister Xueqing would probably have died in that chaos.

After all, it was the female devil Zhao Mengyao who led the demons to the Zi Yang Holy Land.

If possible, she must find an opportunity to kill this female devil to prevent bad things from happening in the future.

At the same time, Mu Wanyi wanted to get away, but guests kept greeting her, and she felt embarrassed not to exchange a few more words with them.

She felt like an ant on a hot pot, and every moment she stayed here was torture. She was so anxious that it was almost written on her face.

This delay made it impossible to know what was happening with her junior brother. She was a little worried. If what her junior brother said in her dream yesterday was true, then he might be in danger.

"Your Majesty, I hope you are well. I am Feng Buxuan, the representative of Wanghe Sect. This time I am here on behalf of our old sect leader. Our sect leader is injured and cannot come here in person to participate in the event. I am very sorry. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me." A middle-aged man with a kind face bowed politely.

"Okay, I understand." Mu Wanyi responded with a cold face, showing no interest. She couldn't wait to leave, but there were always people who were blindly blocking her way.

She was very annoyed by this unnecessary social engagement. If it wasn't an important occasion, she would really have just walked away.

I don't know how my junior brother is doing.

In the cave outside the Trial Valley.

Both the master and the disciple were in a state of mental depression. They took a lot of pills to restore their spiritual power to slow down the erosion of the formation on them.

"This is the last soul-restoring pill, you can take it." Zhao Kangping pushed the last pill from the jade bottle to Luo Xueqing.

The latter's lips have turned pale, his eyelids are getting heavier, and he will soon lose consciousness.

"No, I don't want it. Master, please don't worry about me." Although Luo Xueqing herself was also very uncomfortable, she was unwilling to take away her hope of life.

This life was originally given by her master, and she was willing to sacrifice it for him.

"Eat, this is an order." Zhao Kangping's hands were shaking a little.

The formation absorbed most of their spiritual power, and there was very little remaining.

If their spiritual energy is depleted, the formation will begin to absorb their vitality.

Luo Xueqing closed her lips tightly, deliberately avoided Zhao Kangping and ran away from him.

But because of the effect of the formation, she was very weak and could not run fast.

Before he could run far, he was caught by Zhao Kangping and pressed against the wall.

Zhao Kangping stuffed the pill into his mouth and then bit it in half with his teeth.

Before the pill dissolved, he quickly kissed the woman's lips.

He roughly pushed her lips and teeth apart and stuffed most of the pill into her mouth.

She wanted to push back with her tongue.

But as soon as the tip of his tongue touched the pill, he pushed his tongue back.

After pushing it back and forth, the pill melted in Luo Xueqing's mouth.

Luo Xueqing ate most of the pill, but she didn't want to eat it.

Although it was too late, the ingredients of the elixir were still in her saliva.

Then she hugged Zhao Kangping's back tightly and gave the sweet saliva in her mouth to her lover.

They kissed for a long time, and when they separated, they were still reluctant to part.

"Why are you doing this?" Zhao Kangping stroked the back of the woman's head.

"I kind of regret bringing you in. What if we both die here?"

"No, Master, you are blessed by heaven. You will never die here."

"Oh, I hope so. What's wrong, Senior Sister? Are you not believing what I said in the dream?"

Chapter 141: Pure Yang Holy Body, Nangong Ruyun's Medicine

Mu Wanyi finally managed to escape from the crowd. Recalling the location her junior brother had mentioned, she crossed the void and arrived directly near the Trial Valley.

However, she had just walked a short distance when she heard spatial fluctuations behind her. She turned around and saw that it was Nangong Ruyun who had followed her.

"Lord Saint, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

"You, Senior Nangong, why are you following us? This is our holy land's trial valley. No outsiders are allowed to enter before the trial begins."

Mu Wanyi didn't want this woman to see her junior brother, but time was urgent and she couldn't think of any words to fool her.

It was obvious from her words that she was not very welcome to Nangong Ruyun coming here, but she also revealed a bit of guilt.

She was so sneaky, it seemed like she was looking for a man to have a tryst. This aroused Nangong Ruyun's curiosity.

"Come on, this might be useful to fool others, but I'm probably more familiar with this place than you are. When your master was here, she brought me here many times, and I didn't do anything wrong then."

Although the Holy Land had such a rule, its enforcement was insufficient. Nangong Ruyun's trespassing here was indeed against the rules, but whether or not to hold her accountable was entirely up to the Holy Lord.

"Is he nearby?" Nangong Ruyun was very smart and she noticed it keenly.

Because Mu Wanyi had said before that Zhao Kangping and others went to the Trial Valley for inspection.

Therefore, it is reasonable to think that the Holy Lord can't wait to meet his lover in private.

Mu Wanyi didn't confirm her question, but asked, "Why are you so anxious to see him?"

"Is the Holy Lord jealous? There's no need to be. I simply consider him a junior and want to catch up with him. Once I've fulfilled this wish, I'll leave."

As the leader of a sect, Nangong Ruyun had never been so humble. She knew that she didn't have much time left, so she wanted to say goodbye to those familiar people one by one.

Such a simple and unpretentious wish actually encountered obstacles.

However, Mu Wanyi did not think she had done anything wrong.

She vaguely remembered that every time Nangong Ruyun came to visit her junior brother, they acted very close.

When my junior brother was still a child, Aunt Nangong would always bring a lot of gifts whenever she came, and would hold him in her arms and play with him.

When they grew up, although she no longer hugged him, they still behaved intimately and often put their arms around each other's shoulders.