Su Jingli has outstanding hearing, and her speed does have some advantages, so she is indeed a talent that is quite suitable for fighting.

It's just that the thing of excellent hearing is actually a talent, and I'm afraid that even she doesn't realize this talent, and this kind of thing is difficult to imitate or learn.

Suddenly, he figured out what he was curious about, and Chi Yu lost interest in this game, watched it for a few more minutes, turned around and left, anyway, winning or losing had nothing to do with him.

"Tsk!" At this time, Jingli on the stage was already a little uneasy, and she looked at the blood mark on her hand, which was scratched by the thorns on the vine just now.

Under her provocation, the other party added vines, and she didn't even have the time to count the specific number.

Just now she found an opportunity to seal the opponent's actions with the Ice Sealing Technique, and so far, she has used the same methods she used when she fought with Liu He last time, and it seems to be effective, and she has also begun to try to attack.

It's just that she always has a feeling of discomfort, she can't tell what is wrong, she doesn't have time to think about it, and besides, there are still means to prepare in advance that have not been used.

"Uncle Mo, it seems a little wrong." Liu He, who had been paying attention to the stage, was the first to notice something, and he quietly walked to Mo Li's side and asked in a low voice. Mo Li is the disciple of the head and the disciple of Yuanying, so Liu He calls him his uncle.

And because he had a fight with Jingli, Liu He first felt that something was wrong.

Mo Li glanced back at him and said lightly, "There's nothing wrong with it." ”

"Yes." Liu He hesitated for a moment, and returned to his position, with Uncle Mo here, he had no right to speak. It's just that he thinks that Jingli, who can be entangled with himself for so long in that situation, should be able to win easily, but now he is more and more interested in a bitter battle, and he hasn't even taken the initiative to use a few spells, which is really wrong.

At this time, Jingli, who was standing on the stage, finally noticed that something was wrong, she felt that her speed was getting slower and slower, not because of the consumption of physical strength and spiritual power, but because of an uncontrolled nervous dullness, and her vision seemed to be a little blurred......

She looked down at the wound on her hand, and there were already large and small scratches on her body as her movements became dull.

Black blood?

Poisonous! It's actually poisonous, and Jingli finally found out what she had overlooked.

Poison is a method used by many monks, and attack is a weakness for monks who use wood-based spells, so using poison to assist is one of their common attack methods. It was only because she looked at the stone that the other party didn't seem to use the poison last time, so she was negligent.

I didn't prepare the antidote pill, what should I do?

No, no, you can't use pills in this competition, so what? Is this to force yourself to admit defeat? Jingli couldn't figure it out, the most important thing was that she didn't want to take the initiative to admit defeat at all, as long as she won, she could take the detoxification pill.

While dodging with all her might, Jingli pondered what to do to end the battle quickly, but fortunately the poison hadn't harmed her hearing, but she couldn't go on like this.

Finally, finding the right opportunity, she concentrated most of her spiritual power in her hands and rushed in the direction of her opponent, intending to fight once, after all, she retained more strength than the opponent who had been consuming spiritual power.

The poisonous vines were burned by the flames and emitted black smoke, and just when Jingli thought that even if he couldn't kill the other party directly, he would be seriously injured, the other party suddenly disappeared from the place......

When Jingli fell into the ring because he couldn't control the force, he saw that there was only a puddle of water stains left where he was standing.

The other party's spiritual power is still very rich, and I thought that his spiritual power should be almost empty.

Just as she got up to think about her next step, Jingli saw a scene that surprised her.

"Wait, senior, why can he take pills, what's going on? He's breaking the rules, senior. Just now, that kid actually took a pill openly, and Jingli immediately exploded and rushed to the referee.

What's going on? Didn't you say that you can't take pills?

Otherwise, everyone will eat each other, and what else can be compared. After all, it's just such a small trick to go back and forth during the Qi cultivation period, whoever has more spiritual power will win.

Hearing her question, Mo Qing, who was yawning bored, waved his hand at Fan Loat behind him, Fan Loat immediately leaned up, Mo Qing asked, "Didn't you make it clear to her?" ”

"No, it's very clear, and the other party understands it." A drop of cold sweat broke out on Fan Loqua's forehead, although he didn't understand it, but he gave so many spirit stones, didn't ordinary people understand? It's just, come to think of it, this friar seems to be a little stupid, maybe she really doesn't know, that's bad. However, in any case, he will not admit that he is wrong.

The referee, who had been floating above the ring, was also bored and yawned, and when he heard Jingli's roar, he finally lost a little energy and raised his eyelids and said, "This is a life-and-death fight." ”

What the hell is a life and death fight? But listening to the name, he also knew that it was not a good thing, Jing Li turned his head and looked in the direction of the disciples of Tianqing Mountain, except for Liu He, who was a little surprised, everyone else was unusually calm, and it seemed that they had already known about it.

The black market bet that if a disciple dies, it will definitely attract the attention of the sect elders, so these people have always avoided serious injuries and deaths.

But what if it's not a disciple, but two miscellaneous servants?

Who cares if the miscellaneous servants live or die, Jingli looked at the people outside the ring, yes, in the eyes of these people, they are probably like ants, even if they trample two or three to death, it is not a big deal. After all, the competition during the Qi training period is already very boring, and it will be even more exciting if someone fights for their lives.

At that moment, a lot of things flashed through Jingli's heart.

She looked back in the direction of her opponent, the man was already sitting in place and began to meditate and breathe, trying his best to avoid Jingli's blow, he should have run out of spiritual power. The elixir does not immediately replenish the spiritual power, and it takes a certain amount of recovery time. The other party probably knew that Jingli no longer had spiritual power, so he would meditate so confidently and boldly.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Jingli walked in front of the defensive circle and gently felt the power of the circle with her hand. This blue magic circle, originally thought it was used to protect his life, but now he knows that this is a cage, they are beasts performing in the cage, and outside the cage is a crowd watching.

This is the true face of the immortal cultivation world, she can still live for so long in such a world, I don't know if she is too lucky or her character is too naïve.

Isn't the fight to the death going to end unless one person dies?

"Hey, didn't you already know?" Jingli sat cross-legged in front of the other party and asked.

Anyway, if the two little beasts fight, they have to give a little time to recover, and presumably the people outside the cage won't mind them talking before they die, after all, the two of them will not end until one dies, and this kind of conversation won't last long.