Hearing Qiu Zhihe's words, Mo Xiaolan couldn't help but look at Wu Yiren who was surrounded by the Golden Snake Guards.

Wu Yiren was also looking at him at this time. Seeing him looking at her, Wu Yiren waved to him happily.

Mo Xiaolan retracted her gaze and said to Qiu Zhihe, "Sister Qiu, will everyone in the West Palace die tomorrow?"

Qiu Zhihe glanced at Si Minglan in the distance and said, "You should ask her about this."

Mo Xiaolan bit her lip and said nothing more.

Qin Gengyun walked up to her and said softly, "When the Si family murder happened, Wu Yiren was not yet born. I believe that Brother Si will not harm innocent people."

Noila Mo nodded: “Thank you.”

The two smiled at each other. Liusu, who was standing next to them, held Qiu Zhihe's arm and looked excited:

"Wow Miss, your uncle is flirting with his ex right in front of you, and you're not going to get mad? Ouch!"

Qiu Zhihe withdrew her hand, looked down at her belly, and a peaceful smile appeared on her face:

"My husband and I are firmly tied together. No one can get in between us."

Liusu was surprised. Oh my god, the jealous lady is not jealous anymore. Did something happen that I don’t know about?

Boom!

At this moment, a loud noise was heard in the distance, and there were screams of horror in the stands.

When everyone looked from afar, they saw that a fighting platform in the west area was actually collapsed by a huge hammer.

The hammer head hit the buttocks of a male cultivator. Su Hongling stood on the long and thick hammer handle. She was tall, beautiful and sharp, looking down at the trembling male cultivator.

The male cultivator shuddered and peed himself in fear, and said in a trembling voice: "I, I give up."

Su Hongling didn't even look at him, turned around and left. With a wave of her hand, the sledgehammer disappeared.

There was total silence all around, and the men subconsciously covered their crotches.

Liusu ran over to ask, then quickly ran back and described in vivid detail what had just happened.

It turned out that the male cultivator on the fighting stage just said "The Thunder Sword Fairy is at peace", and then a sledgehammer fell from the sky and smashed the entire fighting stage, almost killing the guy's offspring.

However, the worst hit are the maintenance personnel of the Tiandao Fighting Arena. They have to rebuild the fighting platform immediately, otherwise the subsequent competitions will not be able to proceed.

Just as the commotion caused by Su Hongling had died down, something happened again in the North District.

"Northern District, Volume 4, Issue C-E, Zhenlian City's Cheng family Cheng Qingyu versus independent cultivator Chen Huan... Cheng Qingyu wins!"

The referee's voice was trembling a little, because at this moment on the fighting stage, Cheng Qingyu's opponent was only a pile of ashes.

There was still black flames around that had not yet dissipated.

"Cheng Qingyu? Why is she here?!"

When she saw Cheng Qingyu, Liusu's expression changed.

As if sensing her gaze, Cheng Qingyu turned around and looked at Qin Gengyun and the others. She flashed and appeared in front of everyone.

At this time, Cheng Qingyu was wearing black clothes, surrounded by faint black flames, and had a strange aura about him. He was completely different from when he was in Zhenyang Sect.

She glanced at Qin Gengyun and others and chuckled:

"Are you surprised to see me? It doesn't matter, I will give you a bigger surprise!"

Liusu stared at her intently, but Cheng Qingyu glanced at her contemptuously: "Little girl, save your breath, you are not worthy to be my opponent."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Liusu gritted her teeth and said, "This bitch, don't let me touch her!"

Qiu Zhihe said: "She has already mastered the Black Phoenix Flame."

Liusu did not play around as usual, but just looked at Cheng Qingyu's back coldly, with her hands clenched, and a rare murderous look in her eyes.

Qin Gengyun sent a message to Qiu Zhihe: "There's something wrong with Cheng Qingyu's aura. I'm worried that Su Su is no match for her. Why don't we quietly take care of her tonight?"

Qiu Zhihe glanced at him and chuckled, "Husband, you are acting more and more like the Qinglian Sect now."

Qin Gengyun held her hand and kneaded her palm with his fingers: "I'm talking to you about serious matters, but you're being frivolous. I'm really worried that something might happen to Su Su."

Qiu Zhihe rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're so worried about Su Su, why don't you let her warm your bed when I'm not available?"

Qin Gengyun said helplessly: "My wife, it's already this time, why are you still jealous of Su Su?"

Qiu Zhihe smiled, looked at Liusu in front of him, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Susu is not as weak as you think."

At noon, the first round of fighting ended.

There were only about 500 people left out of more than 1,000 people. All of them were cultivators above the Golden Core stage. They did not need to rest for too long and started the second round immediately.

The remaining 500 people have higher cultivation levels and are closer in strength, so the competition is more intense than in the first round.

In many fighting arenas, two people fought fiercely, and it took a long time to decide the winner.

Of course, there are exceptions.

"The second match of East District Wuxin, Zhenyang Sect Ruomei vs. Feiyun Sect Qintian, Ruomei wins."

On the Wuxinhao fighting arena in the East District, Qiu Zhihe was wearing a light green skirt and a pearl hairpin in her bun. Her clothes fluttered and her expression was calm.

Opposite her, a Feiyun Sect disciple named Qin Tian sat on the ground in a daze with a dull look on his face.

The disciples of Feiyun Sect who were watching from the audience were also shocked:

"Senior Brother Qin is the most talented disciple besides Senior Sister Jiang and Zheng Mulin. How come he was defeated in just one move?"

"Did you see how Senior Brother Qin lost?"

"I only saw Senior Brother Qin's sword fly like a fairy from the sky, with great momentum, and then Senior Brother Qin's sword broke."

"Who on earth is this Ruomei?"

Qiu Zhihe walked down the fighting platform calmly, and Qin Tian's grateful voice came from behind her:

"Junior Sister Ruo, thank you for not killing me!"

Just now, when Qin Tian swung out with his sword, he instantly felt an overwhelming murderous intent, which frightened him so much that all his spiritual power almost dissipated.

He thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect that the raging murderous intent stopped in front of him and didn't take his life.

Qiu Zhihe ignored him and walked down the fighting platform. Liusu ran up and said with a chuckle:

"Miss, I thought you were going to kill him."

Qiu Zhihe said calmly: "He has the same surname as my husband."

Liusu suddenly realized: "It turns out that this guy is benefiting from my uncle's influence!"

Qiu Zhihe asked: "Where are the others?"

Liusu pointed to a place not far away: "The son-in-law went to the North District, Xiaolan just came on stage, let me tell you, Miss, Xiaolan is the center of attention now!"

"Why?"

"Hey, you'll know when you go and see it."

The two walked to the fighting stage where Mo Xiaolan was, but there were crowds of people around. The male opponent of Mo Xiaolan raised his hand and pointed at her:

"Shameless gigolo, watch me punish you severely today, and correct your name for me and the other boys!"

"good!!"

The countless male cultivators who were watching cheered loudly, their faces filled with excitement.

"What's going on?"

Qiu Zhihe was puzzled.

"These guys are jealous of Xiaolan for winning the favor of the Seventh Princess, and they all want to see him make a fool of himself. Xiaolan is now the public enemy of all male cultivators!"

Liusu chuckled, more excited than those male cultivators who were watching and cheering.