Looking at Nangong Yue like this, Long Ziyue remembered the first time she met in Northern Xinjiang, at that time, Nangong Yue was also holding a long whip, her eyebrows were clear, and she was straightforward and frank.

If she hadn't appeared, Nangong Yue would still be that reckless and free woman, right?

With a slight sigh, Long Ziyue called to Nangong Yue on the battlefield: "Xiao Yue"

Nangong Yue frowned lightly, followed the prestige, and saw Long Ziyue throw a ball of red things at her from the viewing platform, and explained with a smile: "Use this"

Nangong Yue lowered her eyes suspiciously, and her expression suddenly became a little complicated.

It was the Huolin Whip she had used, and it was probably because she was subdued by Long Ziyue, and the power of the flame in the whip was no longer violent, and it was warm and soft in her hand.

Looking up at the girl with a smile on the corner of her lips, Nangong Yue bit her lip, and thousands of words poured up her throat, but in the end she only said two words, "Thank you"

For Long Ziyue, although she has resentment, but more than that, she appreciates it, such a huge mission as saving the clan depends on her to complete it alone, if she doesn't use some means, I'm afraid it will be difficult to reach the end.

Lowering her eyes to absorb the complexity under her eyes, Nangong Yue put away her thoughts, clenched the Huolin Whip, and greeted the flower shadow, the strong people in the Holy Spirit Continent are respected, and she has to work harder.

Half an hour later, Nangong Yue won with difficulty.

Although Flower Shadow is a high-level Spirit Sect, her body skills and combat experience are much stronger than her, and if it weren't for the help of the Fire Lin Whip, she is afraid that it will be difficult for her to win.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Nangong Yue nodded to Huaying, and walked towards the viewing platform, Long Ziyue had already left, and only Tuoba Qingye was left on the viewing platform.

Nangong Yue's figure paused, but she still lowered her eyes and stepped forward, and handed the Huolin Whip to Tuoba Qingye, "I'm tired of Tuoba Gongzi returning the Huolin Whip to the Purple Moon Girl, thank the Purple Moon Girl for her help."

Tuoba Qingye stretched out his hand to take it, his slightly constricted eyes were a little dark, "You...... Do you still hate me? ”

Nangong Yue didn't answer, and left calmly, but when she turned around, her cold eyes were slightly red, until tears came out of her eyes.

Tuoba Qingye stood in place, staring at Nangong Yue's figure gradually moving away, lowering his eyes and revealing a wry smile, in this life, Xiaoyue will hate him after all.

The night is long, and how much love and hatred sinks.

In the morning, the final battle officially began.

After two rounds, there were only 20 players left in the team of 80 people.

In a one-on-one battle, the winner will be qualified to enter the Cloud Hidden Realm.

The final battle was presided over by the high priest Luo Yi himself.

Luo Yi stepped up to the ruling platform, took out one of the ten bamboo scrolls with the battle list written on it at random, slowly unfolded it, and said with a calm expression, "In the first game, the Beichen Imperial Family Baili You vs. Xingyu Pavilion Ling Qing"

Baili You and Ling Qing are both mid-level Spirit Venerables, and Xingyu Pavilion is ranked thirteenth on the strength list, and their strength is also extremely strong, this battle is destined to not be easy.

The strength of the two is equal, the body and weapons are equal, the battle is a little anxious, the two sides fought for an hour to determine the winner, Baili You pressed Ling Qing and won the first place.

"To be able to beat Ling Qing, Baili You has some skills" Looking at the man with a cold expression on the battlefield, Long Ziyue raised her lips and whispered.

"Although Beichen is in power of the imperial family, he will not be weak in cultivation, Prince Gong is a general, Baili You has been with the army since he was a child, and he has extremely rich combat experience, although Ling Qing is a middle-level Lingzun, his experience is weaker, and he will naturally fall into the disadvantage after a long battle" Baili Feng said lightly

"Oh, so so is the Wind Spirit?"

Baili Feng smiled, and his phoenix eyes brought three points of charm, "Naturally, otherwise how would Yue'er think that Lingmo could cultivate to a middle-level Lingzun at the age of fifteen?" ”

Long Ziyue was clear, and her gaze at Lingmo was a little more meaningful.