Why are you messing with her? She is full of space beasts.

Chapter 479: Light Changes

After saying that, he flew away from the ring. Shen Miaoqing, Wen Longting, Bai Mengfan and others rushed over: "Qing Ling, you are so amazing. Even the senior brothers who are one year older than us are not your opponents."

"Meng Fan is joking. It's just luck." Qing Ling said modestly. In her heart, all this is far from enough.

"What luck? This is clearly talent. We went to the Warcraft Forest to train together, but Qing Ling's strength has surpassed ours. It turns out that everyone who has something to do with Xiao Jiu is a genius." Wen Longting said.

At this time, Zhen Yuan stepped forward and patted her on the head: "Xiao Ting, Qing Ling works much harder than you. When you are still sleeping soundly at night, she is already fighting against spirit beasts."

Qing Ling looked at Prince Zhen in surprise, he actually knew!

After hearing this, the others did not speak, but looked at Qing Ling with heartache. They also knew why she worked so hard. "Qing Ling, I know you are anxious to improve your strength, but your health is the most important. Don't tire yourself out."

"I'm fine. I can't sleep anyway, so I might as well use this time to practice."

"Qingling, when do you plan to leave after coming back for the college competition this time?" Wen Longting asked.

"tonight."

Several people looked at Qing Ling in shock. Shen Miaoqing said, "Qing Ling, you don't want to wait for the competition to end?"

Qing Ling shook her head, "No."

Seeing her determined look, they said nothing more.

Night falls.

The girl's dress had long been stained with blood, and the wounds on her hands were constantly bleeding, but she seemed unaware of it. She looked ahead with cold eyes, and two pairs of bloodshot eyes were staring at her in the darkness.

Opposite her was a level six two-headed tiger. The wounds on its body were no less than Qingling's. The bloody wounds had dyed the fur around it bloody. Neither of them had gained any advantage over the other.

This battle is not like the one in the academy arena. Here, there is only life and death, no winning or losing!

Qing Ling held the Qingshuang Sword tightly in her hand, her cold eyes flashing slightly, and countless phantom butterflies flew out from her hand, surrounding the two-headed tiger, gradually confusing it. Her expression turned cold, and she rushed forward with a murderous aura.

呲!

The tiger's head falls to the ground!

The splattering blood sprayed onto her cheek, and an earth-shaking beast roar sounded, and the aftermath of the sound blew her away.

The two-headed tiger had only one head left, and it stared at Qing Ling with angry eyes, as if it wanted to tear her into pieces. It swooped down, and Qing Ling dodged its attack. Although the two-headed tiger had lost one head, its body was still so agile and extremely fast.

A man and a tiger chased each other and soon came to the edge of a cliff. There was no road ahead. The two-headed tiger's eyes flashed with ferocity and it pressed forward step by step.

Qing Ling tightened her grip on the Qingshuang Sword, and there was no panic in her eyes.

At this time, the two-headed tiger swooped down and attacked Qingling. Qingling did a backflip and stabbed the two-headed tiger's body with the Qingshuang sword in his hand from mid-air. One meter away from the edge of the cliff, the two-headed tiger fell to the ground in pain, and after struggling for a few times, its body became limp.

Qing Ling looked at the spirit beast on the ground with cold eyes, and dug out the beast core expressionlessly. Her movements were smooth, quick and neat, without any of the timidity and indecision she had at the beginning.

After taking a look at the wound on her hand, Qing Ling took out a pill from the ring and swallowed it, then took out some gauze and bandaged it casually, then ignored it.

Then he found a hidden stream and threw away his bloody clothes. The sound of him falling into the water was particularly clear in the quiet night.

The water in the pool was freezing cold, but Qing Ling didn't even frown, as if she was used to it. Along the way, she would throw away the bloody clothes on her body after every fight.

Just bear with it! As long as she advances one more time, she will be able to practice the art of cleaning.

A slight sound aroused Qing Ling's vigilance, "Who!"

However, the only response she got was the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. Qing Ling frowned. Could it be that she was wrong?

His eyes moved slightly. No matter whether it was right or wrong, he wanted to leave here first.

The figure in the dark turned his back to Qing Ling and breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a sound of splashing water, and soon the sound of footsteps gradually receding.

The beasts were surrounded in the forest and the fighting was still going on.

With a loud bang, a giant scorpion at the peak of level six fell to the ground. The beast core was dug out lightly and cleanly, and then it flew up to a hidden tree. Soon, a sound of footsteps came from afar.

“Brother, this giant scorpion is indeed the one that fought against us before. I didn’t expect it to be killed now.”

"Just kill it. This spirit beast has killed so many of our brothers. I will kill it even if others don't want to."

Qingling looked down and saw a man with a scar on his face speaking.

"Looks like this giant scorpion must have died not long ago. Xiaowu, cut off its tail and use it to refine a better knife for you."

"Yes."

Qing Ling watched from the dark as the two men chopped off the giant scorpion's tail. A gleam of light flashed across her eyes. It turned out that the giant scorpion's tail could be used to refine weapons. If she had known this, she would have taken it.

Thinking of something, he took out the ancient magic harp that was emitting a faint light, and stroked the strings lightly with his fingertips. The distant sound of the harp seemed to come from ancient times, like the sound of a deep valley or a secluded mountain, clear and bright, touching the heart.

Zheng!

Suddenly, a string of music with a majestic momentum struck towards a certain direction in the forest. The sound of the piano was like a rain of arrows, pouring down with endless murderous intent.

"Who is there! Get out!"

Qing Ling put away the Ancient Magic Harp and thrust into the darkness with the Qingshuang Sword in her hand. From the other side of the stream, she had a feeling that someone was following her, but later she had been fighting spirit beasts. If that person wanted to kill her or sneak attack her, he would have had many opportunities in between, but he didn't!

This made her doubt whether it was an illusion. In order to verify whether there was anyone nearby, she just played the ancient magic harp. As it turned out, her suspicion was not wrong.

Qing Ling quickly arrived at the place she had just sensed, but it was empty. Her heart sank. Why was this person in the dark so powerful? He was following her all the way?

Qing Ling narrowed her eyes and observed the place to see if there were any clues. Just as she was looking carefully, a tiny snake was slowly approaching her.

Swish!

His expression turned cold, and he swung the Qingshuang Sword backwards suddenly, and the poisonous snake was instantly broken into three sections.

That’s right, three sections!

Qing Ling frowned and looked at the snake on the ground, with a flash of disbelief in her eyes. "Who, who is it? Come out!"

After shouting for a long time, the only response she got was the rustling of the wind and the roar of a spirit beast not far away.

Qing Ling's eyes moved slightly, and she murmured, as if talking to herself: "Ying Yue?"

"Shadow Moon, it's you, isn't it?"