Yang Lan'er sat down on the ground without any image, panting and wiping her sweat: "I was scared to death, I almost died."

Hearing this, those who were dissatisfied with her behavior were all stunned and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

Yang Lan'er always killed with one strike and seemed extremely powerful. On the contrary, the eighteen people from Ziyun Sect seemed to be the weaker party, so they received some sympathy.

Everyone just realized now that Yang Lan'er was the weaker party, okay? If she hadn't calculated carefully, she would probably be left with nothing.

In an instant, many people's bad feelings towards Yang Lan'er disappeared without a trace, and her popularity soared.

The truth is much more serious than they thought. At least on the surface, Ziyun Sect is doing a good job. Few people know about the dirty things happening behind the scenes.

Yang Lan'er guessed that someone outside might be watching, so she naturally pretended. She was seeking revenge and wanted to remove the mark on her body, but she didn't want people to think that she was a murderer. After the game, she was chased by some self-proclaimed righteous defenders.

"The mark on your body seems to have been removed." Yang Lan'er said secretly to Xiaoyan.

"It's the second to last one, what's that purple?" Xiaoyan checked the records.

Yang Lan'er nodded. This kind of mark will disappear if the marked person is killed.

"Fortunately, they were not the ones who escaped." Yang Lan'er let out a breath.

No one noticed that when Yang Lan'er blew up the enemy, she actually took the opponent's storage magic weapon. Killing and robbing is indeed the fastest way to get rich.

Yang Lan'er didn't stay for long and immediately moved away from here.

Such a strong smell of blood, with residual energy, quickly attracted the immortal beasts.

After killing eleven people from Ziyun Sect, Yang Lan'er's points finally ranked within ten thousand.

At first, Yang Lan'er put the token into the space. Later, since the points exceeded zero, Yang Lan'er suddenly realized that the token could not be put into the space. No matter where it was hidden, she could only wear it on her body.

If you move away from a certain distance, the token will immediately return to you.

This setting is really amazing. Who made the tokens? Many functions seem useless, but they are very suitable for such a game.

This also makes it convenient for the token to detect the sensing results.

Otherwise, if they are all placed in the space, people will have to die to get the tokens, which will increase the number of deaths considerably.

The token can be carried with you, and can be obtained through some special means, so there is no need to kill someone as soon as you meet them.

Yang Lan'er felt that the person who invented the token must have understood that God is merciful.

Therefore, when someone from Ziyun Sect died, the token would break by itself, and the points would be counted towards Yang Lan'er.

He opened the real-life map and saw that the first place was a big red dot, with scores dozens of times higher than Yang Lan'er's. "We just made it into the top 10,000. It looks like we need to hurry up and grab the tokens. Otherwise, it will be useless even if we double our scores."

The main thing was that Yang Lan'er suddenly discovered a rule: there were two rounds in total. If one got first in both rounds, the time he could stay in the sanctuary could be doubled.

In other words, the original three years became six years.

Since it can increase strength without causing any harm, the longer the time, the better.

However, in all the previous Piaomiao Festivals, there have only been two people who won the first place in the two rounds, which shows that it is not easy to stand out.

"Mom, there's a fight again at three o'clock, and one of them is that annoying Xi Jiaxin." Xiaoyan obviously inherited some of Yang Lan'er's emotions, and was naturally very indignant towards the murderer who almost killed Yang Lan'er.

Xi Jiaxin? Yang Lan'er's eyes lit up, and then she gained momentum, then restrained her aura completely.

After swallowing a fairy version of the Breath-Containing Pill, Yang Lan'er quietly moved over.

In today's competition space, there are more and more fights, with several groups occurring at the same time, and the broadcast screen will focus on the most exciting ones.

Obviously, Xi Jiaxin's performance here was not that great, it was a one-sided crushing.

After Yang Lan'er touched over, she did not stick her head out to check, but squatted with her eyes closed.

If someone else saw it, they would be very curious about what Yang Lan'er was doing. In fact, it was very simple. Yang Lan'er let Xiao Yan form an image directly in her mind, so outsiders could not see it.

So, Yang Lan'er was "watching" the scene with her eyes closed.

Xi Jiaxin's magic weapon was an extremely coquettish feather fan, pink in color, a moon-white fairy dress, and a slightly cold face, which made her look even more ethereal, cold and noble.

Seeing that familiar and annoying face, Yang Lan'er silently complained that this woman was the same as Beichen Huan, with a cold face all day long. How could you tell that she was passionate inside? Otherwise, how could she chase men around? As for Beichen Huan, he was cold inside and out and there was no explanation.

Xi Jiaxin is now also facing a one-on-many situation, but the enemy is in a very frustrated situation. It seems that the enemy knows Xi Jiaxin's identity. However, after a few symbolic resistances, he handed over the token to save his life.

There was a flash of murderous intent in Xi Jiaxin's eyes, but she was afraid that the scene would capture this moment, so she just took the token and resisted the urge to let the man go.

When Xi Jiaxin crushed the token for points, those people were teleported out and at least they saved their lives.

Yang Lan'er "watched" with boredom as Xi Jiaxin won cleanly and neatly without any difficulty, thinking to herself that power was indeed useful. No wonder Xi Jiaxin had gone to such great lengths to become the eldest sister of the Moon Clan.

Xi Jiaxin looked at her increased points with disdain. When she thought of the enemy who had now disappeared, she felt sick.

She must go to the sanctuary.

Xi Jiaxin came to participate in this Piaomiao Festival in order to increase her strength, which really lowered her style.

The last time she received news, Yang Lan'er had not yet reached the tribulation period. Xi Jiaxin wanted to make herself stronger and then crush Yang Lan'er to death like a stink bug.

However, Yueyue and the other two did not bring Yang Lan'er back, and even the three Daluo Jinxian disappeared together. Xi Jiaxin had a bad feeling about this.

Except for some unexpected event? Xi Jiaxin had no idea.

Forget about the other two. Xi Jiaxin hopes Yueyue will be okay, otherwise things will be a little troublesome for her because Yueyue's identity is slightly different.

Xi Jiaxin frowned and thought about it, then prepared to go to the next target.

But as soon as he raised his foot, Xi Jiaxin became alert: "Who is it?"

Yang Lan'er still had her eyes closed and did not move. She knew that Xi Jiaxin did not notice her because the direction Xi Jiaxin was asking was not in her direction.

"I actually met the Saint of the Moon Clan? Look at my luck." A man with a particularly peachy appearance walked out, leaving Yang Lan'er puzzled.

This beauty is really like a flower, enough to attract bees and butterflies.

Peach blossom eyes, peach blossom lips, a boy with a feminine appearance. If it weren't for the clothes he was wearing, his flat chest, and his clear temperament, Yang Lan'er would have really thought he was a female cultivator.