People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

The silent eye contact between Hua Jin and the evil flower king came to an end, and the tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, as if the panic just now had never existed.

The Demon Flower Evil King gently folded his folding fan and walked forward with a leisurely pace. The mandala pattern embroidered on his black brocade robe appeared and disappeared with his movements.

He looked at Xiao Ling with a smile that was like a hidden knife in honey, and his voice was as gentle as a venomous snake:
"Master Xiao Ling's name has long been known throughout the Central Plains. I have also heard of it. However, this competition is related to the inheritance of the Hua Sect, so I dare not slack off in the slightest. If I have offended you in the future, I hope you will forgive me."

The Demon Flower Evil King is sinister and cruel by nature. He has never taken seriously those who are less well-off than himself. But this time, he has rarely restrained his edge.

It's because he knows very well that Xiao Ling in front of him is no ordinary person, and he has Xingyun Pavilion and Danta as his backers.

What's more, Xiao Ling has become an eighth-grade top alchemist at the young age. Such status and position are enough to make any force dare not underestimate him.

He knew better than anyone that if he really fell out with Xiao Ling, the other party would make him suffer as long as he was willing to pay some price.

In this world where the strong are respected, offending a top alchemist is tantamount to creating an irresistible enemy for oneself.

After weighing the pros and cons, the Demon Flower Evil King had to temporarily put aside his arrogance and try to maintain a polite expression.

Xiao Ling's azure eyes swept across the fleeting gloom in the eyes of the Demon Flower Evil Lord, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his lips.

He could also figure out most of the other party's plan.

However, Xiao Ling did not intend to waste any more words on this aspect. He just let the fighting spirit in his body surge suddenly, his black clothes rustled, and even the bluestone bricks under his feet shook slightly.

"Haha, there's no point in talking more..." His voice was low and cold, with an air of unquestionable power, "Next, let's see who's the winner. With me here, the position of the Hua Sect's leader will never be yours."

The Demon Flower Evil Lord stood there in a daze, his folding fan making a creaking sound, but the smile on his face was frozen as if covered with a thin layer of ice.

Xiao Ling's almost contemptuous response was like a heavy hammer hitting his self-proclaimed dignity.

He lowered his eyes to hide the murderous intent surging in his eyes, and a sneer escaped from his throat. Xiao Ling was so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. Did he really think that he could do whatever he wanted in Hua Sect with the identity of an eighth-grade alchemist?

Under the black sleeves, his fingertips stroked the poisoned silver needles hidden in the sleeves, and the dark purple fighting spirit flowed wildly in his meridians.

Those sinister and shady methods flashed through his mind quickly. When the competition comes, he will definitely take advantage of the close combat to use some undetectable methods on Xiao Ling. Then, when the right opportunity comes, he will torture him severely.

Thinking of Xiao Ling's miserable appearance under his secret torture in the future, the Demon Flower Evil Lord raised a sinister arc at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of sinister pleasure.

Let you, the arrogant one, pay the price for your rudeness today!
After deciding on the contestants, Han Xue whispered a few words to her sister Han Yue, then looked at Xiao Ling and gave him some instructions, then jumped up and left the square lightly.

Then, she followed Xiao Ling's previous instructions and went to the seat on the high platform where Mu Qingluan was.

At this moment, Xiao Ling and Han Yue stopped standing side by side, and the noisy discussions in the square receded like the tide, leaving only the tense and stagnant air silently surging.

On the high platform, a young girl in a scarlet brocade robe with cloud patterns trembled her bare hands, and her fingertips touched the bronze bell carved with lotus patterns at her side.

"when--"

As the fighting spirit was injected into his fingertips, a clear bell sound suddenly exploded, startling the sleeping butterflies in the sea of ​​flowers.

The young girl announced loudly, the last part of her voice wrapped in a strong fighting spirit, spreading throughout the whole place: "The battle for the leader of the Flower Sect, a two-on-two contest, from now on, regardless of life or death, the loser will leave the stage!"

As the words of the Flower Sect disciple faded into the air, a sinister sneer appeared on the face of the Demon Flower Evil Lord.

He tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and his figure tore through the air like a ghost, rushing towards Xiao Ling.

In an instant, the vast fighting spirit spread out like a surging tide, covering the sky and the earth. Wherever it passed, the blue bricks on the ground cracked into pieces, and even the petals flying in the air were crushed into powder by this pressure.

"Master Xiao Ling..." His voice was filled with chilling coldness, and the tail tone was extremely long, "I'm going to offend you a lot from now on."

With a flick of his wrist, the folding fan swung out like a sharp blade, drawing a strange arc in the air, "Everyone in the world says that an eighth-grade alchemist is omnipotent. Today, I want to see what methods you have!"

After saying that, the dark purple fighting spirit around him suddenly surged, transforming into countless vine shadows that pounced towards Xiao Ling with bared fangs and claws, as if wanting to eat him alive.

The Demonic Flower Evil King came rushing over with overwhelming momentum, dark purple fighting spirit surging around his body, and even the air made a shrill whistle wherever he passed.

On the other hand, Xiao Ling's deep blue eyes were calm and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his lips, as if he didn't take the Demon Flower Evil King seriously at all.

Xiao Ling turned his head to look at Han Yue beside him. At this moment, the strands of silver hair on her forehead fluttered in the breeze. He reached out and tucked the hair behind her ears. He chuckled and said, "Yue'er, please step back for now. I will end this farce by myself. You just need to watch me perform from the side."

Hearing Xiao Ling's words, Han Yue's butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared in her light purple pupils.

She subconsciously held Xiao Ling's hand, her voice filled with uncontrollable worry, "What, you really want to fight alone?"

"That Demon Flower Evil Lord is a six-star Dou Zun, and Hua Jin also has a four-star Dou Zun cultivation. The two have worked together for many years, so their offensive must be impenetrable. Now that I am also a four-star Dou Zun, I can at least stop one of them for you, which can more or less help you a little."

Before Han Yue finished her words, Xiao Ling had already placed his other hand on the back of her slightly cold hand.

He chuckled, and gently stroked the back of her tense hand with his fingertips, with an unquestionable certainty in his tone:
"Yue'er, they are just two Dou Zun. Don't you believe in my strength? Don't worry, these opponents can't defeat me. I am very strong."

Han Yue's hesitant words were blocked by this gentle yet strong tone.

She looked at the determined light in Xiao Ling's eyes and swallowed back the worry that was about to come to her lips.

Finally, she nodded gently, then loosened her hand from Xiao Ling's and took a step back. The worry in her light purple pupils gradually turned into trust in Xiao Ling.

"Then you must be careful. I am waiting for your good news."

Seeing that Han Yue had safely retreated behind him, Xiao Ling's eyes instantly turned as cold as frost, and all his attention was fixed forward.

The Demon Flower Evil King was surrounded by dark purple fighting spirit, and he came like a ghost. Wherever his powerful pressure passed, the blue bricks on the ground cracked and raised clouds of dust.

In just a short moment of conversation with Han Yue, the figure had approached to within ten feet, and the sound of the folding fan breaking through the air was clearly heard by everyone present.

Xiao Ling stepped on the tiptoes of his feet, and the bluestone slab cracked. He rushed towards the Demon Flower Evil Monarch like an arrow from a bow. At the same time, a hot breath exploded from his body, like a scorching sun descending, and the temperature in the air suddenly rose.

With a slight wave of his hand, a fire dragon wrapped in red-gold flames roared out of his body. The dragon scales sparkled in the firelight, and the air twisted into strange ripples wherever it passed.

The ink-black folding fan thrown by the Demon Flower Evil Lord was wrapped in dark purple fighting spirit, and turned into a cold light that broke through the air. Even the space along the way had faint cracks, and it was obvious that this move was not simple.

A moment later, when the fire dragon and the folding fan collided with each other, the heaven and earth seemed to stop for a moment.

Then, blazing flames burst out like a tide, and the fire dragon opened its huge mouth and bit the folding fan tightly.

The dark purple fighting spirit surged and struggled wildly in the flames, but it was unable to break through the scorching flames.

However, in an instant, the folding fan was twisted and deformed under the high temperature, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated in the roar of the fire dragon.

Seeing the carefully forged folding fan turned into ashes in the fire dragon's flames, the Demon Flower Evil King's pupils suddenly shrank and a light exclamation of disbelief escaped from his throat.

This folding fan took him ten years of hard work. It is made of meteorite iron from outer space as the main material, supplemented by nine kinds of rare spiritual materials. It was forged by the top blacksmith in Zhongzhou. Even a full-strength attack from an ordinary Dou Zun would hardly hurt it, and it can easily resist even high-level fighting skills.

But at this moment, in front of the fire dragon summoned by Xiao Ling, it was as fragile as thin paper.

He stared at the blazing flame, dark purple fighting spirit surging wildly around his body.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, deep down he had to attribute this unimaginable destructive power to the strange fire that was rumored to be controlled by Xiao Ling. This terrifying flame that could burn everything was indeed worthy of its reputation!

Just as the Demon Flower Evil King was secretly frightened and speculating on the power of the strange fire, a figure wrapped in bright starlight tore through the void like a ghost.

Xiao Ling actually crossed a distance of ten feet in an instant, and the rustling corners of his black robe almost brushed his face.

"How could it be so fast!" The Demon Flower Evil Lord's pupils suddenly shrank, and the fear in his heart surged like a huge wave.

In a flash, the dark purple Dou Qi around him exploded, and his right fist smashed towards Xiao Ling like a heavy hammer, carrying the terrifying pressure of a six-star Dou Zun. The sonic boom caused by it hurt the eardrums of the spectators around him:

"Netherworld Bone-Eroding Fist!"

However, facing this blow that was powerful enough to shatter mountains, Xiao Ling's lips curled up into a calm smile.

He did not dodge or evade, but immediately activated the Qingtian Hualong Jue. The muscles in his right arm bulged instantly, and green scales covered his fist like armor, and the tip of his fist flashed with sharp light.

In an instant, the dark purple fighting spirit wrapped around the Demon Flower Evil Lord's Netherworld Bone-Eroding Fist collided violently with Xiao Ling's Green Light Fist covered with green scales.

The terrifying energy exploded like a volcanic eruption, forming a visible shock wave centered on the collision point. The air twisted into whirlpools wherever it passed, and the bluestone on the ground was blown away like pieces of paper.

The aftermath of the energy had not yet dissipated when a black shadow, carrying broken fighting spirit, flew out from the violently distorted air waves like a kite with a broken string.

The dark purple afterimage rubbed out a long groove on the bluestone of the square, and slid for nearly a hundred feet with flying gravel before it knelt on one knee in embarrassment.

"It's the Demon Flower Evil Monarch!"

When someone saw the man's face clearly, there were sudden cries of surprise from the crowd watching the fight.

The usually elegant black robe of the Demon Flower Evil Lord was covered in dust, and the right sleeve had turned into pieces, revealing his bloody right arm.

Bright red blood dripped from his fingertips, forming blood flowers on the blue bricks.

He stood up with heavy breathing, his hair hanging messily in front of his forehead, his eyes full of incredible shock.

With just one punch, his meridians as a six-star Dou Zun were shaken to the point of churning, and the severe pain of the cracked knuckles was clearly felt.

"This terrifying physical strength, how is this possible?" A hoarse murmur escaped from the throat of the Demon Flower Evil Lord, and the dark purple fighting spirit surged uncontrollably around his body.

He stared at Xiao Ling who was calm and composed in the distance. The terrifying power like that of an ancient ferocious beast that they had just fought with was still rushing through his meridians, as if silently mocking his previous arrogance.

On the other hand, Xiao Ling's hair was not at all disordered, and his black clothes fluttered gently in the breeze. He just twisted his wrist casually, and his knuckles made a crisp sound.

Looking at the miserable Demon Flower Evil Monarch not far away, he raised a mocking smile, his eyes full of disappointment: "Haha, I just used my physical strength to hit you casually, and you are beaten like this."

He shook his head slightly, his tone full of contempt, "I thought you, a strong man from the Tianming Sect, would be able to make me enjoy myself more, but it seems that you, the Demon Flower Evil King, are just like this!"

These words were like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into the heart of the Demon Flower Evil Lord and causing an uproar around him.

After a dead silence in the square, a deafening burst of discussion suddenly broke out.

Everyone stared with eyes wide open, looking at the scene in disbelief. Xiao Ling, who was famous in Zhongzhou as an eighth-grade alchemist, actually showed the strength to crush a six-star Dou Zun in actual combat.

"I thought alchemists were not good at actual combat, but I didn't expect Master Xiao Ling to be so terrifying!"

"Who said it wasn't! I thought the Demon Flower Evil King could easily win, but in the end he was at a disadvantage!"

"Look at those two punches just now. Master Xiao Ling didn't use any fighting skills. He just used his physical body to resist! The strength of his physical body is too outrageous!"

"He must have practiced some top-level physical training technique! No wonder he could withstand the attack from the Demon Flower Evil Monarch."

Hua Jin looked at the Demon Flower Evil King flying backwards, and her delicate face instantly lost all color.

She tapped the ground with her toes, and her figure darted past like a streak of crimson light, landing steadily beside the Demon Flower Evil Lord, "Demon, are you okay?"

The Demon Flower Evil King gritted his teeth and propped himself up, dark purple fighting spirit surging around his body, trying his best to conceal the surging blood and energy in his body.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a sinister light flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his voice to Hua Jin and said, "I'm fine, it's just our first fight, and I was careless for a moment." He stared at Xiao Ling, who was indifferent in the distance, with unwillingness in his eyes, "He just repelled me with his physical strength, so his cultivation may not be that deep. Next, you and I will join forces. With your and my strength of four-star Dou Zun and six-star Dou Zun, we will be able to completely suppress him!" (End of this chapter)