Chang Ling soon found the anxious Jiang Ying in Cangyuan City.

She regarded him as a younger brother, as half a disciple, as an irreparable past, and she would have liked to spend more time with him.

Now it seems......

The moment Jiang Ying saw Chang Ling clearly, the light in her eyes suddenly lit up and her heart warmed.

He ran to her like a toddler who saw a long-lost parent.

Chang Ling hugged him firmly.

At this moment, Chang Ling suddenly became extremely envious of Jiang Ying.

I don't know how many years from now on, she doesn't know who to run to, she doesn't know who to cry to when she is weak and sad, and she doesn't know who she can get an answer from when she is confused.

She already knew the results clearly.

After a long while, Chang Ling slowly let go of the hand that was helping Jiang Ying.

"Ah Ying, I'm leaving. Chang Ling said calmly.

Jiang Ying nodded, and then he seemed to react, Chang Ling was not ready to take him.

He looked straight at Chang Ling, and his eyes were instantly filled with tears.

Now Jiang Ying was half a head taller than Chang Ling, and she raised her hand and gently rubbed his head.

"Ah Ying, that's not something you should bear. She said softly.

Some news, from the moment she heard it, became her haunted responsibility.

She had to manage, she couldn't leave it alone.

If the matter of Tianxuanjun broke out, the entire Tianxuan Realm would fall into unknowable turmoil, but if he was the only person who knew the truth and still did nothing, Chang Ling would not be able to do the futile effort of watching the people in the world full of hope.

And in the face of the unfathomable cultivation of Tianxuanjun, this road is destined to be difficult to walk.

"I do. Jiang Ying looked at Chang Ling stubbornly.

Why doesn't she want to tell everything, why don't she want to let others share secrets and bear the pressure together?

She couldn't.

Chang Ling was silent, still looking at Jiang Ying with gentle eyebrows.

After a long time, Jiang Ying lowered his head in frustration.

"Will that sister come back to me?" he asked in a low voice.

Chang Ling hesitated for a moment, but still said firmly: "Yes." ”

I have to admit that she doesn't want to die, she wants to live to pursue the avenue, she wants to live to see old friends, chat and drink with everyone......

"Then I wish my sister a smooth journey and all her wishes come true. Jiang Ying said with a smile.

It is obviously the most basic and cliché sentence in the mortal blessing language, but Chang Ling can't hear enough of it.

This time she left, and someone was always watching over the day when she returned.

Chang Ling had nothing left to give Jiang Ying, she could only smile at him, and then the figure quickly disappeared into heaven and earth.

The Sword Conference was interrupted, there was nothing to attract her here, Cangzhou under the jurisdiction of the Canglan Sword Sect was too lonely because most of the monks were sword cultivators, and those places to fight in private almost did not exist.

And only there can a person's strength be improved the fastest.

On this day, Chang Ling blended in the crowd and easily left Cangyuan City.

It didn't take long for a name to spread in the black market in various states.

In the black market, the monks fight regardless of life and death, although the fight between life and death can improve their strength, but no monk will choose to practice like this, and if he is not careful, his life will be confessed there.

However, there are always some monks who are about to die or have a lot of money in order to seek excitement, and like to watch the life-and-death struggle between the monks, and under the high bounty, there are still many monks who die on this dark underground martial arts platform.

Chang Ling, who cultivated in the Jindan Realm, as soon as he entered that place, he became the center of 'the stars holding the moon'.

As a high-level monk, even in such a competition platform, it is rare to be able to see the life-and-death struggle of Jindan Realm monks.

At their level, it is very easy to become an elder in a small sect or family, enjoying a lot of worship and respect from everyone, and there is no need to make money through such extreme methods.

Coincidentally, in this competition platform called 'Cone Flower', there happened to be a Jindan Realm who was about to expire and had already defeated the invincible opponents of the entire venue.

For the torture and killing of high-level monks against low-level monks, it is also the most favorite picture for many people to watch.

Of course, the most exciting thing is that monks with similar cultivation have a rapidly changing competition back and forth, and there are many factors that determine life and death, and surprise is the most intoxicating.

Chang Ling's arrival made this gloomy test bench boil for a long time.

She walked up slowly with a ghost face sent from the test table.

Her opponent, the Jindan Realm monk, wore a cyan mask and assumed the name Shura.

As soon as they stood up, an earth-shattering shout erupted in the arena.

There are more people shouting Shura's name, and fewer people calling Ghost Face.

The two didn't even salute each other, so they quickly wrestled with Kari.

Maybe it's a bit inappropriate to say that it's a grappling, Chang Ling easily controlled the situation, and before he even used the sword formation, he had already forced the Shura in front of him to retreat.

The higher the realm, the greater the difference between monks within the same realm.

Easily, she pressed the Yuan Sacrifice Sword against Shura's neck.

The monks, who had been arrogant and arrogant before, quickly decayed, and quickly begged for mercy.

Chang Ling didn't say anything, she took the Yuan Sacrifice Sword back, and at the moment when she put away the sword, Shura, who had just lowered her eyebrows and looked at her, suddenly burst out and flew towards Chang Ling quickly.

What was faintly surging on his body was the light of the self-detonating golden pill.

It's not the first time Chang Ling has seen a monk who self-detonates, the so-called self-explosion is to continuously compress his own spiritual power in the golden pill, and soon reach an unbearable critical point, and then all the spiritual power that had been accumulated before instantly exploded, which can cause huge damage.

And the principle to prevent the monk from detonating himself is to extract the aura from his body.

In the previous battles that she didn't know how many times, Chang Ling finally figured out this truth, and now she dodged this person's attack unhurriedly, and filled a high-grade spirit stone into the Yuan Sacrifice Sword, Ling Feng's body method worked instantly, and the long sword slashed at this person one by one.

Countless tiny blood stains exploded in an instant.

This should have been an insignificant wound for the Jindan Realm monks, but Shura felt that the spiritual power in his body was being withdrawn little by little.

Self-explosion is not a failure.

If Chang Ling's previous actions were a little bit of an idea to spare him, then after his current actions, he must have ended up completely bad.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"The swordsmanship is so good, Ling Chi!"

The audience shouted one after another, countless cruel ways to die were shouted, and their eyes were very bright.

Shura closed his eyes in despair.

The greatest pleasure for those who can pay a high amount of spirit stones here to watch the competition is to watch the abuse and twists and turns.

But the pain did not come to him.

Chang Ling raised the Yuan Sacrifice Sword, and the fierce sword qi and coercion on the whole person were completely released, even with the enchantment beside him, the monks who watched one by one were involuntarily shocked, and quickly fell silent.

Chang Ling slowly put away his sword and walked out of the competition platform mercilessly, of course, when he walked out, he did not forget the reward that belonged to the winner who walked on the high platform on the side.

A full 1,000 high-grade spirit stones.

She didn't take off the ghost face on her face either.

Soon, she was on the next test bench.

The same mask, the same pale and sharp figure.

For a long time after that, the name of the ghost face spread throughout the black market competition.

A powerful and benevolent being.

If there were no Jindan Realm monks in a competition platform, Chang Ling would not participate in the competition, and she did run empty a few times at first, but later as her reputation spread, every time she arrived at a competition platform, there would be Jindan Realm monks who came to compete with her.

Being able to compete heartily with an opponent who is evenly matched or stronger than himself, and the other party will not take his own life, such a good thing, which Jindan Realm monk doesn't want it?

In the competition again and again, her sword moves continued to improve, and her swordsmanship gradually became more and more mellow.

The sword qi became sharper and sharper, and even if she didn't deliberately restrain her breath, the whole person would feel cold when she stood there.

Chang Ling relied on the cultivation of the middle grade of the Jindan Realm, and she was crushed against ordinary Jindan Realm monks, but among the monks who came to the place later, there were many who were a great threat to her.

The battle that made her mood improve smoothly and breakthrough was carried out by the same acquaintance.

That time he came to the place, it was Chang Xuan of the Canglan Sword Sect.

Chang Ling hadn't seen him for many years, but when he heard this person's voice on the field, he still felt extremely familiar and cordial.

This is the senior brother who always hangs his son and is a hippie smile.

That's how he looked at his little junior sister.

Standing on the test platform, he was the young true disciple of the Canglan Sword Sect, the powerful Jindan Realm Sword Cultivator.

The two pure sword cultivators are opposite, Chang Xuan naturally uses the Canglan Sword Technique of the Canglan Sword Sect, while Chang Ling's way is that after so many battles, no one has been able to see her skills and background.

It seems that every famous exercise in the world can find a shadow in her.

But this time in the confrontation between the two, a small detail was still captured by Chang Xuan.

The posture of the two men drawing their swords out of their sheaths is highly consistent.

As a preparatory stage for the competition, no one will pay attention to it at all, but Chang Xuan is still keenly aware that even his special 'fetish' is exactly the same as that of the people in front of him.

Natural and skillful.

His eyes moved slightly, but his expression quickly became serious.

He had come all the way here to sharpen his sword.

Everything else has to be taken to the back burner.

The audience watching from the sidelines didn't know how to describe the surprise and shock caused by this competition for a long time, and the monks who were not cultivated enough didn't watch it for long, as if as long as they opened their eyes again, they would be blinded by those sharp sword qi that was constantly raging in the field.

And Chang Ling and Chang Xuan on the test bench collided in mid-air at high speed, and then pushed away quickly.

The tinkling sound never stopped.

The body skills of the two of them are exquisite and fast, Chang Xuan's Canglan swordsmanship is magnificent, and the magnificent aura driven by one move and one style seems to be able to overwhelm people.

Chang Ling, on the other hand, seemed to be born to fight, no matter what kind of attack came to her, she could quickly think of a solution.

Leverage your strength or dodge flexibly, and your moves are flexible and treacherous.

Any monk should be quite disdainful of saying a wild way after reading it, but who doesn't want such a strong wild way?

This battle lasted for a long time, and before the two were still sympathetic to each other and had their own reservations, but after the fight, the blood and sharpness belonging to the young man and the sword cultivator were stimulated.

The two of them began to leave no hands, and they used all their strength in every move.

Chang Xuan's white robe was already soaked with blood, and Chang Ling's entire body was numb from the powerful shock, and the blood in his body seemed to be stalemate.

If this was a real struggle between life and death, Chang Ling knew that he had won.

As a true disciple of the Canglan Sword Sect who enjoys excellent sect resources and has practiced in the sect for many years, even though he has participated in many competitions and conducted many trials, he is still very 'tender' for a monk who is really struggling to survive on the continent and constantly fighting between life and death.

At least they don't have the kind of ruthlessness that can be desperate.

It's like Chang Xuan chose to come here to compete with her after inspecting for a long time and knowing that Chang Ling would not kill the opponent even if he defeated him.

He risked his life, or he had never been in a situation where he had to put his entire life on the line to be able to barely exchange the slightest chance of survival.

Chang Xuan is already at the peak of the Jindan Realm, and after years of preparation, he only needs to comprehend the Great Dao and improve his state of mind, so that he can condense the Yuan Baby.

In the last Tianxuan List, the first place in the Jindan Realm was him.

He had never imagined that there would be such a close fight, and when he retracted his contempt, he found that it was already too late.

Chang Ling completely grasped the initiative on the field.

After he exhausted all the spiritual power in his body, he neatly admitted defeat.

He is not a person who can't see wins and losers, he grew up in good education and care since he was a child, and there should be no one to compare with you in terms of mood.

After the competition was over, he looked at Chang Ling with a little more eagerness.

Before he could step forward to ask something, Chang Ling on the test table suddenly crossed his legs, and the aura in his body skyrocketed.

Only then did he realize that the monk who had been pressing him just now was just a mid-grade in the Jindan realm.

Chang Xuan couldn't hide the astonishment on his face no matter what.

However, he quickly stood beside Chang Ling, and looked coldly at a few monks who wanted to surround him.

Regardless of whether the ghost face in front of him was her or not, he wanted to protect her.

The breakthrough of the small realm, Chang Ling quickly completed.

After the breakthrough in cultivation, her whole person's aura became a little stronger.

She saluted Chang Xuan very solemnly, and then turned around quickly, and the figure quickly disappeared.