My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

The moment he noticed Tang Yiran's small movements, the attack of the whip in Lu Zijia's hand turned in an instant, and the powerful attack suddenly slammed into the ring.

The arena is very solid, and it may not be destroyed by Lu Zijia's bombardment.

And Lu Zijia followed up with this blow, causing her body to retreat rapidly. At the same time, she took out a dozen arrays from the space, and threw them all out without any distress.

"Boom--boom-boom--"

The two attacks collided suddenly, making a deafening sound.

The cultivator under the ring only felt that the ground beneath his feet shook a few times.

When the people from St. Cloud College saw the array plate that Lu Zijia took out, they suddenly felt an inexplicable collapse, and at the same time they were a little gloating.

They were not only Saint Cloud Academy who were bombed by the array!

On the ring, seeing Lu Zijia resolve her first wave of attacks safely, Tang Yiran's eyes flashed with shock.

Obviously did not expect that Lu Zijia's reaction would be so fast, and he also quickly counterattacked.

"Lu Dao's friendly handwriting!"

Tang Yiran secretly hated in her heart, but she still looked delicate and soft on the surface.

Lu Zijia smiled disapprovingly, "Friend Tang is not bad either."

According to the information they had learned, Tang Yiran's parents died and lived alone in the family, and was not valued by the Tang family.

It was not until later that Tang Yiran had a relationship with Feng Zhijiang that the Tang family gradually began to pay attention to her.

It's just that the Tang family is only a middle-class family, and it is impossible to give Tang Yiran the prefecture-level Fulu for self-defense, so the Fulu on Tang Yiran's body is likely to be given by Feng Zhijiang.

Thinking of this, Lu Zijia's eyes narrowed slightly, and then, under everyone's astonished eyes, she put away the fiery red whip and replaced it with a dozen or so arrays.

"I'm going! How many sets does she have!"

"That's right! Is the array disk so worthless now!"

"Fuck you, how could it be worthless, that is a Xuan-level high-level array, and one of them costs at least tens or millions of spirit stones. Ordinary cultivators can't use it at all!"

"What, what? Hundreds of thousands or even millions of spirit stones? So the array disk that Lu Zijia threw out just now has millions or tens of millions of spirit stones?!"

"Yeah, so, that's just smashing spirit stones like crazy!"

"Fuck it! This is too extravagant! This is simply not treating the spirit stone as a spirit stone. When did the people of Hongtian Academy become so rich?"

"What has become a local tyrant, the Taoist companion is a Xuan-level high-level array mage. It is not easy to want an array? You should be lucky that your opponent is not this Taoist companion."

"..." We should really be thankful, otherwise, with such a local tyrant's style of play, they simply can't afford it!

In the arena, after Lu Zijia took out the battle plate, he did not throw it out immediately. Instead, he reminded Tang Yiran very 'kindly', "Fellow Taoist Tang, be careful."

As the voice fell, the array plate in Lu Zijia's hand flew out instantly.

The dozen or so flying out of the formations are not chaotic, but like an orderly team, which is amazing.

"This, shouldn't this be another formation?"

"How is it possible, she is not an array mage, how could she arrange an array."

"That doesn't seem to be a formation, it should just be a trickier attacking technique, and you see, she still has a formation in her hand, Tang Yiran is afraid she will lose."