Within Ten Meters, Fly In Situ

Chu Lin couldn't help clenching her fists, and took a step forward, but she turned away, leaving behind a proud and indifferent back. Chu Lin stopped walking immediately, his breath stagnated in his chest, and he panicked.

The second competition was in the afternoon, and the cloud-peering mirror temporarily stopped peeping, and everyone used the glass mirror to discuss enthusiastically.

[The one named Wan Wan is not bad. ]

[However, the next match is really pending, and there is absolutely no chance of winning against Chu Lin. ]

[You can’t talk too much, just look at how the little girl dealt with Heng Ziru, you know she has a bit of skill, I’m still very optimistic about her. ]

"..."

Yun Wan sat alone in the corner to recharge her batteries, checking the news on the glass mirror from time to time.

She was upset, and couldn't help but go to Xie Tingyun to complain: [The end is against Chu Lin, I can't beat him. ]

In the original plot, Chu Lin only wanted to go to the ring with Yu Wuya, but Yu Wuya gave up the match directly in the final match, and Chu Lin suppressed his anger and became the top of the list.

At first glance, it is just a small reader, but at the second glance, it is actually cannon fodder.

Aggrieved, she!

It was true that Yun Wan couldn't beat Chu Lin, and it was true that he didn't want to lose.

Two words came from the mirror: [Normal. ]

normal? ? ?

He actually said normal? ! Wouldn't a dog man comfort someone?

Yun Wan threw the mirror in anger, before she could calm down, Qin Zhiyan walked to her side in a ghostly manner.

"Wanwan~" She covered her lips and called her softly.

Yun Wan put down the mirror.

There is not much time left before the start of the competition, Qin Zhiyan lowered her voice: "Brother Chu Lin is not good at long-distance combat..."

Yun Wan suddenly realized.

The silly, evil female supporting role is to inform her of the enemy's situation.

Her mood became brighter in an instant, and she showed her face again. She couldn't help pinching that smooth and tender little face, and joked: "You tell me this, because you don't want your brother Chu Lin to win?"

"One yard is one yard." Qin Zhiyan counted to her, "A piece of military information is one hundred thousand spirit stones."

"..."

Good guy, this is a bad study.

The second half of the group arena was about to start, Yun Wan put away the glazed mirror, and walked off the stage resignedly.

Qin Zhiyan shouted at her back: "Wanwan, come on!"

Yun Wan didn't look back, made a hand gesture, and calmly stood on the ring.

Both sides of the arena were crowded with spectators. Since there were no seats, many people took advantage of the sky to watch the ring match.

Chu Lin quickly took the stage.

He was dressed in dark blue long clothes, with a silver silk jade belt around his waist, and his face was stern under the black dragon crown. He holds the Brahma Sword in his right hand. This sword is also an ancient treasure. The blade is hooked like a crescent moon. The blade is covered with black and red lotus patterns. The hilt is inlaid with turquoise stones. It is elegant and murderous.

It is mentioned in the original book that the Brahma Sword was imbedded with Buddhist spells by the previous sword master. If it falls on demons, the spells will immediately wipe them out;

At the end of the novel, Chu Lin used this sword to gouge out the original owner's heart.

The two faced each other, and neither of them made a move first.

Chu Lin pursed his lips and looked at Yun Wan, unable to associate her with the stunning figure in his memory, but when he saw the green bracelet on her wrist, he swung his sword and stabbed at Yun Wan without hesitation.

She barely avoided it by turning sideways, and before she could stand still, she launched another fierce attack with the sword technique wrapped in the technique of the universal red lotus.

Yun Wan raised her arm, and the light of the mysterious spirit clashed with the sword energy. Chu Lin watched her pass by him in astonishment, her breath was disordered, and her steps also lost their original rhythm.

He didn't move again.

In order to obtain the Xuanling, Chu Lin put in countless hard work, flipping through the ancient manuals day and night. He won't admit it wrong, what Yun Wan wears on her wrist...is precisely Qi Ling.

In other words... Wan Wan is Yun Wan.

All the strength in his body was suddenly withdrawn, and he stared blankly at the slender figure who was close at hand, feeling that she was strange in a daze.

Yun Wan loves to cry, but also timid and jealous, always likes to be suspicious.

During those days when Chu Lin was an exchange student at Wuji Sect, he often heard her complain.

Later, it was said that she escaped from marriage, and there was no news about Wan Wan since then.

At that time, Chu Lin was sure that Yun Wan would not stay out for long and would go back.

Her appearance will bring disaster to herself, and she is too weak, so she will always return to the Wuji sect unbearably.

But no, she disappeared, for no apparent reason.

So for so long, she deliberately concealed her appearance and lived as another person.

Chu Lin held the Brahma Sword tightly, and suddenly made a decision that no one could have imagined.

"I surrender."

Chu Lin raised his arms high, and under the astonishment, astonishment, and disbelief of the crowd, he slowly stepped off the stage, pushed aside the crowd in the stands, and quickly disappeared, leaving Yunwan and the vast number of spectators on the stage in a daze.

Boom—!

"This game, Wan Wan wins!"

"The next final match, Wanwan will face Yu Wuya!"

The sound of the drum brought everyone back to their senses, and countless eyes focused on Yun Wan.

She is invincible, which makes others look at her with a vague and ambiguous look, which is obvious, like a thorn in the back.

Fuck!

Yun Wan couldn't help but swear in her heart.

Is Chu Lin sick? !

Yun Wan walked off the ring with a feeling of displeasure, and as expected, the entire cultivation world started talking about it.

[The eyes of the two are playful. ]

[Old lover? I didn't see that Chu Lin was good at this. ]

[Miss Wanwan must not be torn away by Miss Qin. ]

Not long after, Li Xuanyou also sent a message.

[Li Xuanyou: Chu Lin is also your little boy? ]

"..." Grass.

Yun Wan decided not to surf the Internet today!

After exiting the glazed mirror sullenly, Qin Zhiyan came running over again. Yun Wan knew that the silly and evil girl had a deep affection for Chu Lin, she felt a thump in her heart, and hurriedly explained: "Little evil... Zhiyan, listen to me, I..."

"Congratulations!"

…Um?

Qin Zhiyan didn't look angry at all, with her hands behind her, Xing'er's eyes were bright: "The next match is Yu Wuya, if you can win, you will be at the top of the singles competition this year."

Yun Wan took a breath and couldn't help but say, "Chu Lin admits defeat, aren't you angry?"

shouldn't...

Silly, evil, vicious and jealous, in terms of her personality, it should come up to doubt their relationship, and then sue her.

Qin Zhiyan wondered, "Why are you angry?" Before Yun Wan could speak, she tilted her head again, smiling sweetly, "Brother Chu Lin is so gracious, so I won't be angry~" Besides, she was afraid that Chu Lin would take Yun Wan Wan's nose was bruised and her face was swollen. If something happened to Yun Wan, her pocket money would be gone, and the result now was what she wanted to see the most.

Yun Wan: "..."

The male protagonist, Filter, is terminally ill and cannot be saved.

"You work hard next time." Qin Zhiyan patted her on the shoulder, "I'm going to find Brother Chu Lin!"

After saying this, Qin Zhiyan ran to find Chu Lin.

Yun Wan breathed a sigh of relief, preparing for the final competition.

Naturally, many people watched the last match of the single-player group arena. Before the match started, the spectators had already occupied a good position.

"Kunlun is rare to Kunlun."

"It's a pity, originally I wanted to see Chu Lin vs Yu Wuya, hey."

"You are too worthless. You will be more exciting to Yu Wuya tomorrow night. Think about it, they are so-so... so-so..."

"So what? Don't play charades, start talking, and I'll listen too."

There was a lively discussion in the stands, and finally, as the competition started, the entire ring was silent.

Yun Wan didn't know what to do.

In the original book, Yu Wuya was too lazy to be a bet, so he abstained directly, but that was the leading actor, and she was not the leading actor, plus Yu Wuya and her had a long-standing grudge, maybe they would come up and beat her up...

Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly saw a young disciple rushing over and whispering something in his ear. The elder nodded and slowly got up from his seat.

"Yu Wuya was unwell and chose to forfeit the match."

"...?"

"Let's congratulate Wanwan for becoming the top of the singles competition!"

"...???"

"Kunlun Sect adds 100 points, Wan Wan personally adds 150 points!"

In the Zongmen Dabi, the more points the sect gets, the higher the ranking, and finally the total points are used to determine the first place.

She stood in the empty arena like an idiot, and her eyes looked even more strange from all directions.

Yun Wan's face flushed red.

The leading actor... is she really herself? !

This top spot came unpretentiously, without any challenges. Yu Wuya and Chu Lin both retired from the competition, allowing the monks with big brains to make up an extraordinary love, which spread throughout the cultivation world in minutes.

Those literary cultivators who can think are full of pens, and it took an hour to compose "The Love, Hate and Enmity of Sword Cultivators"; "Don't Be the First, Only You"; "Runny Eyes", various titles, varied and magical.

This is good, the whole world of comprehension is full of her legends, no matter where she goes, she can attract attention.

Yun Wan is...depressed! !

If you lose, you don't lose completely, if you win, you don't completely win.

Very annoying, after the big competition, she avoided the crowd and sat alone in Xingquan Lake on the island.

It is hidden here, just to find a clean place.

The glazed mirror jingled, and the messages were sent by familiar people.

[Li Xuanyou: Isn't it? Yu Wuya is also your little face? ]

[Li Xuanming: Does the top one have money? ]

[Liu Miaomiao: Junior sister! You made our Yuhui Academy proud! ]

[Liu Chen: Disciple, come back quickly, Xie Tingyun, the one who killed thousands of swords, borrowed money from me, and insisted on finding someone to withdraw the news on the glass mirror. He was seriously ill and needed your treatment. ]

[Xie Tingyun: Borrow some money. ]

Yun Wan: "..."

Well, it's even more annoying.

Just as he was about to find Xie Tingyun, a strange aura suddenly approached.

Yun Wan's expression turned pale, and she stood up vigilantly.

At the end of his sight, Chu Lin was hiding in the shadow of the moon.

She frowned, put away the glazed mirror and was about to leave, but was stopped by Chu Lin.

Yun Wan raised her eyes: "Why?"

Chu Lin kept staring at her, as if he was confirming something, and finally moved his eyes up, resting on the blush on her forehead, and said bluntly: "You are not Wanwan."

Yun Wan didn't expect Chu Lin to say such a word suddenly, panicked, and quickly calmed down: "I'm sick."

She didn't want to stay, and wanted to leave after bypassing him.

His wrist was firmly held by him, and Chu Lin's eyes seemed to see through her: "The one on the forehead is a spiritual seal?"

He wanted to see her with his own eyes, to witness the facts with his own eyes.

Yun Wan bit her lower lip, and controlled Xuan Ling to release a spell. Chu Lin couldn't dodge enough to be hit in the chest, staggered back two steps, bent over and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Yun Wan didn't step forward, but took a few steps back: "You'd better leave my business alone."

Her eyes were indifferent, and she didn't say a single unnecessary word, and her figure gradually ran out of his sight.

Chu Lin closed his eyes to adjust his breath, wiped off the blood on the corner of his lips, and finally confirmed—

She is Yunwan.

She has also changed, and she is no longer the crying appearance in memory.

Chu Lin took a deep breath, clutched his chest and left without hesitation. Xingquan Lake soon returned to its usual cleanness.

After a long time, a shadow faded from its disguise, and slowly emerged from the depths of the grass, staring at their departure direction, for a long time...