Without waiting for the overseers to announce the victory, Chang Ling was crooked, barely supported on the test table with the Yuan Sacrifice Sword, knelt on one knee, and hung his head.

With a wave of his sleeves, the thin black gas on the stage dissipated and was replaced with fresh air, and Chang Ling gasped for breath.

The wound on her shoulder was still oozing blood, and she barely raised her right hand, tugging at the dart knife that was still hanging on her.

Chang Ling took a lot of effort to remove these things on his body, and after this battle, the soft armor on his body was also damaged a lot, and he was afraid that after the competition, he should immediately send it to the refiner for repair.

Thinking of the talismans thrown earlier, Chang Ling's already pale face became even more ugly.

This is a victory made with money.

Before the competition, Fu Ning stuffed her with a number of pills to recover her injuries, she poured a few pills into her mouth at random, and the aroma of the pills melted in her mouth, and then, that is, she tasted it.

Bitter and scorching, it's really not delicious.

She felt the pure power in her body continue to overflow, repairing the injuries on her body, and a quarter of an hour later, the wound on her left shoulder was faintly scabbed.

After her injuries were basically stabilized, she hurriedly began to meditate, allowing her spiritual power to continue to operate in her body, and with the infusion of spiritual power, her injuries recovered faster and faster.

"What is she eating, what kind of pill, I'm going to buy a bottle, no, no, no, buy ten bottles!" Many viewers who watched the competition couldn't help but sigh.

Such an injury, falling on others, should be waiting for the doctor to save his life without knowing life and death, even the legendary demon beasts that are good at recovery do not have such self-recovery ability.

They don't want to believe that anyone can do that.

Naturally, he set his eyes on the pill in Chang Ling's hand.

"Isn't it too far away, how can I look at this pill like an ordinary blood-nourishing pill?"

"Hey, fellow Daoist sitting in front, you must say it out loud when you see what the elixir is!"

............

Half an hour flew by again.

Chang Ling opened her eyes and opened her eyes, except for the pain in her shoulder, other injuries had no effect on her.

No matter how many times it hurts, the pain is felt very clearly, but her tolerance for pain is constantly improving.

Sometimes I think about it, a few years ago, she was a little girl who had to cry for most of the day when she fell on the ridge, waiting for the tears to dry away, and the injury was almost healed.

Years later, she would never cry over physical pain again.

She supported her body with the Abysmic Sacrifice Sword, barely standing up.

Fu Ning and Gu Siyu kept shouting from the audience to let her go down, but she stubbornly supported her body and stood up again.

Zhang Ya, who was in good condition in front of him and had a proud face.

Chang Ling's previous opponent had already told Zhang Ya all about Chang Ling's situation, including the fact that Chang Ling couldn't use his divine sense and his divine soul was afraid that he would be damaged.

Unlike the middle-aged man before, Zhang Ya has mastered the method of divine soul attack.

As the overseers announced the start of the competition, she didn't wait for the two to salute, and launched an attack directly.

Chang Ling was about to bend down and was stunned, only to feel a sharp pain in his mind.

It was as if countless long needles had pierced her soul and dragged them out, and then they went back and forth.

One after the other.

Chang Ling's sea of knowledge boiled instantly.

The humanoid Chang Ling Divine Soul kept rolling in the sea of consciousness with his head in his arms, and around her, there were hideous faces hidden in the black mist.

Chang Ling's two split souls turned into the shape of a long sword, allowing her to hold it in her hand, constantly slashing forward.

Far away in the small courtyard, lying on the tree, Abi suddenly opened her bright blue eyes.

In the next moment, its turquoise eyes lost their original color due to the separation of its soul.

The little fox instantly appeared in Chang Ling's sea of knowledge, his fleshy claws casually fanned a few times in the air, and the black mist surrounding Chang Ling gradually receded quite unwillingly, and he was still hiding on the side and looking at Chang Ling.

"Chang Ling, relax, leave your body in my hands. Abi said softly.

Chang Ling's already damaged soul, if he endured such an attack again, he was afraid that he would become a fool if he couldn't wait for the end of the competition.

Originally, my brain was not very smart, but after that......

Ah Bi instantly gained control of Chang Ling's body, it didn't understand Chang Ling's moves, and the meridians and spiritual power in the human body were completely different from the nine-tailed fox, it could only be controlled by instinct.

Of course, since Zhang Ya came up and attacked with the Divine Soul, it didn't mind comparing the Divine Soul with her.

Looking at Chang Ling's weak and painful appearance, Ah Bi's eyes were cold.

A few rays of light flashed in Chang Ling's eyes, and the next moment the scenery in front of Zhang Ya's eyes changed.

She looked at her fleshy little hands and found herself back to when she was five years old.

That year, she went to test her qualifications for the first time, and was held high in her father's arms for the first time because of her congenital eight veins.

For the five years before, she had been living in a simple courtyard with her mother, and had never met her tall and powerful father.

As a monk of the Yuan Infant Realm with a lifespan of thousands of years, Zhang Hao is merry by nature, there are not hundreds of children, but dozens of children, and many of them die of old age without waiting for him to get out of the customs and take a look.

The immortal cultivators are ruthless and loveless, and the people who suffer are those women and young children who fall in love with him.

Only those who are extremely talented will be taken by their fathers to live in the best houses in the Immortal League, and receive their father's own teachings.

Zhang Ya is not the only one.

At the same time as her father were her three brothers and a sister, these people, brothers, friends, and brothers, would touch her head with a smile and call her little sister.

There are few dirty methods in the background.

came here at the age of five, and Zhang Ya, who is the most talented and outstanding, has undoubtedly become the target of public criticism.

Her body was full of blue and purple pinch marks in places that others couldn't see, all of which were accidentally left by her sister who tucked the quilt for her at night.

It was easy to walk outside into the formation laid by her brother, and then no one could take her out for a long time.

And their father is actually clear about these things, and has a tacit attitude.

If a monk wants to make a difference on the mainland, he must be ruthless.

This kind of Gu-raising method of cultivating children, he is also happy to see it come true.

And what were those days like?

She had to persevere here and do her best so that her mortal mother could have a slightly better life.

She has to work very hard to keep the name of 'Zhang Wu'.