Ling Wudi glanced at Lu Zhi's face, which was reddened by anger, and said through a message: "Then let me ask you, senior brother, what is the purpose of saving that girl?"
Lu Zhi first paused, purpose? Does saving people need a purpose?
"Senior brother, don't you know? Is it just because of life? Or is she just a little girl?" Ling Wudi continued to ask.
Lu Zhi immediately became angry when he heard this: "Of course I am saving lives. No matter how much I like a beautiful girl, I won't be like this!"
Ling Wudi nodded and continued to ask: "So what if it was the old man who was poisoned today, would you be as anxious as you are now? Or so angry?"
This question left Lu Zhi speechless. If the old man who was poisoned today was the old man, he would probably have clapped his hands and cheered. The old man looked wretched and sinister at first glance!
Ling Wudi saw Lu Zhi's silence and continued: "Then Wudi will ask senior brother again, if the old man's cultivation level is not as good as that of the girl today, do you think that girl will be merciful?"
The girl made a killing move from the beginning, and if the old man didn't have his own means, the two sky-breaking hammers were filled with 80% of the spiritual power and were extremely powerful. If they were really implemented on the old man, I'm afraid
The old man will also suffer serious internal injuries, and his life will be in danger...
Lu Zhi frowned. He had never thought about these issues. He just felt that the girl's death was wronged and pitiful. He wanted to save people because it was a doctor's heart and it was normal. But Ling Wudi's question at this moment called Lu Zhi
He felt a little embarrassed and asked himself, if the old man was seriously injured and poisoned like the girl, he would probably just gloat...
"Brother, cultivators like to hold their lives in their own hands, so the cultivators here do not pray to gods or Buddhas, but only seek to have high abilities. Therefore, people here do not worship other gods and Buddhas except the statue of the Goddess of Spirits, because
With cultivation and strength, destiny is naturally in the hands. The girl who died tragically today also wanted to stand out in this conference. She chose this path. No one else is to blame... Besides, when the icicle came out before, there was
The opportunity asked everyone to leave, but she still chose to go to the ring..."
Ling Wudi's words were like a stone hammer hitting Lu Zhi's heart. At this moment, Lu Zhi deeply felt that the junior sister in front of him was like a fairy outside this whole thing. He said she was heartless, but she was also sentimental. He said she was sentimental.
, but she was too cold.
Looking at Lu Zhi's expression, Ling Wudi knew that he understood what he said. He stopped talking and waited for the farce to end. But looking at the sky, I'm afraid he wouldn't have to play today...
The old man on the stage suddenly became the target of public criticism, and the color on his face was not good-looking. After thinking about it, he lowered his head and knelt down on one knee and said: "Your Majesty, I played according to the regulations without any fouls. Now I have become the target of everyone's criticism. Why?
Please make the decision, Your Majesty!"
The old man himself was quite depressed. He didn't cultivate well when he was thinking about love. After so many years, he finally made some achievements. He wanted to be proud and proud, but he was so unlucky to meet a cultivator...
The Emperor of Mo State also had a headache: "Let's get here first today, so that the girl can be buried alive!" After saying that, he didn't care about anything else and left the venue directly.
The three cultivators looked at it and found it meaningless. Yurou took out the sword, glanced meaningfully at Ling Wudi who was sitting below, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and left with his sword.
The referee was even more depressed. What the hell is this! This first day is just a final and it’s so embarrassing. What will he do in the remaining matches tomorrow?
"Everyone, today's competition ends here. Please come back on time tomorrow!" After the referee finished speaking, he didn't care about the spectators throwing things or making noises. He ordered his servants to settle the dead girl and left in a hurry.