"Him?" Su Qingli observed the expression of the woman in purple and clicked her tongue, "Is your old friend?"

Sometimes he wears men's clothing, sometimes women's clothing, and he can cause any kind of romantic debt, which is beyond her reach.

"You can do it." Jun Muqian said expressionlessly, "I'm so beautiful, I just need to look in the mirror."

"That makes sense." Su Qingli nodded in agreement and smiled meaningfully, "It's really good to be self-sufficient."

Jun Muxian: "..."

My little queen, my skin is a little itchy.

She didn't answer any more, then looked down and curled her lips.

Originally, she had almost forgotten about Luo Lingjun, because it was really not important. After more than half a year, this person had completely disappeared from her mind.

But unexpectedly, Luo Lingjun actually appeared here.

Jun Muqian was thoughtful and straightened out his thoughts.

Obviously there was some kind of deal between Luo Lingjun and the dead Su Qinghua, but Su Qinghua had already been killed by the nine tribes, and the Chen Palace could not accommodate Luo Lingjun.

Moreover, Rong Qing said at that time that it was Luo Lingjun who destroyed Xingluo Sect.

However, even if Luo Lingjun arrived at Lingzong in advance and opened his spiritual veins, it would be impossible to defeat that old fox Ye Tianbei. There must be someone behind him.

Jun Muqian's eyes were locked on the only person on the battlefield who did not use his spiritual power.

He was a young man, his face could not be said to be outstanding, but it was not ordinary either, and his appearance was average to above average.

Although he seems to be the most useless person in the team, the young man's position is that of leadership.

Obviously, this is also a new sect, but its strength is extremely terrifying.

In the history of the Hundred Sects War, there has never been such a fast battle.

It’s really just a short second!

Is Luo Lingjun's strength already so strong?

"Which sect is this?" Jun Muqian asked Su Qingli, "Can we sign up just now?"

"Zong Wu." Su Qingli replied, "That should be the name."

"Ancestor?" Jun Muqian smiled noncommittally, "Quite crazy."

After a pause, her eyes deepened, and she said slowly: "This sect will be our biggest enemy."

Su Qingli's expression became a little more solemn. She whispered: "It can be seen that although the strength of the defeated sect is not high, we can easily solve it, but it will not be so fast."

Although she left the Feng family, her strength has not declined in recent years.

Now, she has a fifth-level spiritual cultivation, which is more than enough to deal with a group of spiritual masters.

And...her trump card has never been used.

"Let's continue watching." Jun Muqian said calmly, "No matter what, the first place this time, the Monarch Pavilion must be won."

His tone was very calm, but exuding arrogance.

"You have ambitions." Su Qingli raised her eyebrows and smiled, "You really have to earn some face for me. This is my first time joining the sect."

Although she was indeed tricked, the fighting spirit within her also ignited after she actually set foot on the Plain of Death.

This is not from the blood of the Su family's royal family, but from her father, Feng Yimo.

The warlike nature in your heart cannot be wiped out.

"Oh, by the way." Jun Muqian seemed to have remembered something, and she suddenly asked, "Now that you are here, what is the situation of the Shengyuan Dynasty now?"

The internal turmoil has just been calmed down, Ye Qianzi and Su Qinghua are dead, and the two major forces of Shengyuan have also collapsed. At this time, Shengyuan is in danger.

Currently, Su Qingli, who is the Queen of Shengyuan, has left Shengyuan. If word spreads, wouldn't it cause a great stir in people's hearts?

"Young Master, you can rest assured." Su Qingli stretched and yawned, "Nothing will happen to Sheng Yuan, because Su Qingli has not left."

Hearing this, Jun Muqian raised his eyebrows: "You want someone to pretend to be you? But there shouldn't be many people who can pretend to be you."

"Half right, half wrong." Su Qingli nodded, "Someone is pretending to be me, but this person pretending to be me is the backup prince."

"Backup Crown Prince?" Jun Muzhen was startled for a moment, "Does your Saint Yuan still have such a thing?"

If it were placed in Tianlin and Daqian, I'm afraid it would have turned upside down long ago.

Which of the emperor's sons doesn't want to ascend the throne?

"That's right." Su Qingli explained, "When Queen Shengyuan dies unexpectedly and there is no time to appoint a successor, the backup crown prince will be activated."

"The backup prince studies with every prince, so his abilities will not differ much."

"My backup crown prince is not the heir of my mother-in-law, but the child of her other sister. In the past, when I had to go out for a long time, I always gave the Holy Yuan to her."

"Oh?" Jun Muqian smiled slightly, "Aren't you afraid of raising a Su Qinghua?"

"Everyone is different." Su Qingli smiled, "Don't use people who doubt you, but don't trust people when you employ them. If you were doubtful every day, I would no longer be able to be a queen."

Jun Muqian was silent for a moment and asked: "Ali, have you ever thought about passing the Holy Yuan to the backup prince and then going to Wanling?"

It’s not that I look down on Huaxu Continent, it’s just that the layout here is really too small and it will never allow a person to truly grow up.

Even if there are all spirits, there is still an illusory universe above.

Endless, boundless, no one knows where the peak is.

After hearing this, Su Qingli also fell silent: "I have thought about it, but not now."

She raised her head, looked at the sky, and whispered: "When one day, Sheng Yuan no longer needs me, I will leave."

Wan Ling, she will naturally go.

She has not yet learned the truth about her father's death.

Even if the Feng family is a wolf's den and a tiger's den, she still has to step into it.

"If one day comes..." Jun Muqian laughed silently, "I welcome you to come to me."

"Dreaming." Su Qingli's face immediately changed, and she snorted coldly, "Who knew you were thinking of ways to trick me again."

"Unjustly accused." Jun Muqian raised her hands with a smile on her lips, "I am really unjustly accused."

"I don't want to talk to you." Su Qingli felt disgusted and stretched out a hand to pick up Xiao Wu, "Come on, Xiao Wu, let's watch the battle."

**

The battle below is still going on. The entire Duanmingyuan is divided into ten battlefields, and the battlefield in the middle is usually the place where the higher-ranked sects compete.

The selection competition is a big battle. Ten people appear on the stage. Whichever sect has the most people standing at the end will be the winner.

However, under the backdrop of the Wu Ancestor, other sects were overshadowed.

This sect is very defiant. Every battle is won completely and very quickly.

Jun Muxian kept paying attention to the young man and found that he had not touched his hand from beginning to end.

There are only five people in the witch ancestor sect, and there are no substitute disciples.

Moreover, every time only two people took action, while the remaining three people watched.

Even so, they all won very beautifully.

Wuzu Sect overcame obstacles at a very fast speed and soon became the first sect to be selected.

Jun Muqian saw Luo Lingjun looking around after the last game, but soon he looked back with some disappointment.

Looking for her?

Just then, Jun Muqian smiled slightly, the debt he had originally incurred could finally be settled.

The outstanding achievements of the Ancestor Wu Clan naturally attracted the attention of the Seven Wanlings, and everyone except Cang Yue began to talk.

"I can't see through the only person who didn't take action." Mu Jing frowned, "Can any of you see what his cultivation level is?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all eyes fell on Fu Yuan.

No one dared to disturb Cang Yue, so they could only rely on Fu Jia.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yuan shook her head lightly: "I can't tell."

"Is his cultivation level higher than that of Miss Seven?" Chu Ling was slightly surprised, "Has Huaxu Continent grown to this point now?"

"Not exactly." Mu Jing smiled, "Miss Seven is about to break through to the Spirit King. With the conditions of Huaxu Continent, she cannot cultivate a Spirit King. Maybe she just used some treasure to cover up her cultivation."

Fu Yuan had a cold face, no one knew what she was thinking.

Also silent was Feng Guixue. His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he was looking ahead without focus.

At this time, people from the Wen family spoke to him: "Master Guixue, what about you? Do you have any elites you like?"

Feng Guixue didn't respond, just sat there in silence.

The man felt bored, muttered, and stopped talking to him.

**

On the other side, Mu Zhi was also looking around. After watching for a long time, she felt a little anxious.

With her mental strength, she had already looked at everyone on the battlefield, but she found no trace of Mu Qian.
To be continued...