Uncle Qi stammered a little when he said it, and it was hard to believe such a result.

If defeating Zi Ling just now was just luck and calculation, then what was Qi Han.

Qi Han is his own nephew, and he is very talented in martial arts, if not, with his cold character, how can he be a deacon.

"Like me, poisoned."

Zi Ling sat in her place and glanced at Qi Han, who fell to the ground with some sympathy, still stunned.

This cold guy probably can't figure out the situation yet.

And after hearing Zi Ling's words, Uncle Qi Xiaoluo, as well as the people in the Immortal Camp Palace, understood why.

"I knew that Miss was the best."

Su Xiaoluo's eyes were full of excitement.

The young lady was really beyond her imagination, and within twenty moves, she actually defeated the two deacons in the Immortal Camp.

Although the means are somewhat less bright.

But it's your own means, isn't it?

And the people in the Wuxian camp who were Xuanhuang of heaven and earth were all shocked when they looked at Lin Jinglan, who was fighting against Changsong.

"Don't be too happy, her methods have been exhausted, even if she uses poison, it is impossible to hurt Changsong again, she can't win after all."

Zi Ling hit Uncle Qi and Xiao Luo mercilessly.

And when Qi Han was carried to his place by his subordinates and sat down, he still had an incredible expression.

"What's that look on your face?"

Zi Ling asked a little strangely, it's just poisoning, is this what it looks like?

"I'm obviously on guard, why am I still poisoned."

The poison in him seems to be similar to Ziling's.

Let the two masters who are among the best in the Immortal Camp lose the power to resist in an instant.

Even now, they can only helplessly lean on their seats, waiting for Lin Jinglan to give them the antidote after the battle.

"That's because you're all focused on fighting, and our little leader has also calculated the best time, but then again, you are worthy of being a disciple of the Divine Doctor Valley Lord, and the use of poison is really first-class."

Glancing at Qi Han, Zi Ling said faintly, but the more he got to the end, the more his attitude towards Lin Jinglan seemed to have changed a little.

Then they stopped talking, and everyone's eyes were on the middle, and Changmatsu was fighting with Nagamatsu with real knives and guns in the field.

It is true that Changsong did not use weapons, but even so, it still gave Lin Jinglan great pressure.

Every time Lin Jinglan took out his sword, it seemed that Changsong could predict it, dodge the shot, and none of them were just right.

It's just that even in the face of such a situation, Lin Jinglan still didn't flinch at all, his expression was calm and terrifying, his long sword stabbed horizontally and obliquely, and every move and style gave full play to what he had learned.

"Bang."

After another dozen moves, Lin Jinglan revealed a flaw, which was instantly discovered by Chang Song, and then pushed it out with a palm and slapped it directly on Lin Jinglan's shoulder.

She took a few steps back when she was beaten, and her face turned pale instantly, obviously this palm brought her a lot of damage.

But she was still standing straight, and then she clenched her long sword and attacked Changsong again.

"Don't you throw in the towel?"

After Chang Song avoided Lin Jinglan's long sword, he asked a little strangely.

"I haven't lost yet."

The four cold words that came out of her mouth showed the persistence in her heart.

"Okay, in that case, I'll fight until you admit defeat."

Chang Song was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly, and fought with Lin Jinglan again.

Lin Jinglan didn't practice swords for a long time, but there were many scenes of fighting with people.

So at this time, there is no discomfort in fighting with Changsong, and the most uncomfortable point is that he may not be able to beat Changsong.

"Phew..."

When he was not paying attention, a very light voice sounded, and Chang Song waved his backhand, and a silver needle pierced the ground.

"Zi Ling and Qi Han were both on your path just now, and it is a little unlikely that I will use it at this time."

Looking at the silver needles on the ground, Changsong seemed to be a little amused.

"Really?"

Lin Jinglan also smiled, and with a sudden wave of his hands, dozens of silver needles flew towards Changsong.

"My God, this girl is here today, she is too well prepared, I guess if Qi Han and I were not fooled just now, there are countless silver needles waiting for us in the back."

Zi Ling looked at the dozens of silver needles released by Lin Jinglan with some consternation, and then spoke in admiration.

Sure enough, no matter what time it is, it's always right to be prepared.

"Hehe, you're really interesting, it would be very interesting if you were the leader of our martyrdom camp in the future."

In the case of Lin Jinglan's attack, if Changsong can still be hit, it is really incapable.

I can also give up my position as a deacon.

The footsteps connected the dots, the palm wind moved in unison, and dozens of silver needles were shot down in all directions.

At this time, Lin Jinglan had also used his own body to quickly get to Chang Song's side, his long sword was like a rainbow, and he went directly towards Chang Song's front door.

"Even if you are the leader, you will not ruin my appearance."

Changsong is obviously the one who likes to talk, and the movements under his feet are also very fast, and after dodging this sword, he didn't forget to say a word to Lin Jinglan.

"Don't worry, I'm not good-looking, even if I disfigure, it's nothing."

Lin Jinglan opened his mouth this time, but the words he said didn't seem to be very good.

"You're really, you deserve to be beaten."

Chang Song sighed, his figure jumped up suddenly, and with a kick, Lin Jinglan hurriedly took out his long sword to block it.

Then he was kicked away by Changsong's force with his sword, and fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, which seemed to be an internal injury.

"Don't you still throw in the towel? If you continue like this, your wedding tomorrow will be over, so you can just lie down. ”

Chang Song said to Lin Jinglan more seriously.

"I haven't lost yet."

With these four words again, Lin Jinglan stood up again, held a long sword, and stabbed out a sword again.

Then she was sent flying again.

There were also external injuries on the body, and there was blood coming out.

Uncle Qi and Xiaoluo looked distressed, but Lin Jinglan didn't speak, and they didn't say anything.

"Still not admitting defeat?"

Nagamatsu's brow furrowed.

"I didn't lose."

I don't know how many times I've been knocked down, Lin Jinglan's movements are getting slower and slower, but the persistence in his eyes has not slackened at all.

And the people in the hall also had a different change in their eyes when they looked at Lin Jinglan.

Carrying the long sword, the movement was a little slow towards Changsong, although this sword seemed to be sharp, but it didn't have much strength.

Chang Song frowned, paused for a moment, and waited until Lin Jinglan's sword was about to stab into his body before knocking Lin Jinglan away with one palm.

But this time, Lin Jinglan smiled at him.

"You've lost!"