Cao Yi turned his head, his gaze ignoring the obstruction of the many pavilions.

A few miles away, a group of people had just come up from the other side of the Golden Dome, and several of them had only met not long ago, Liu Jinyuan, the champion of the current department, Lin Nantian, the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance, and his daughter Lin Yueru.

In addition, there are one hundred and ten unmasked martial arts people, most of whom are super-first-class masters according to their martial arts cultivation levels.

The people who brought them up were Li Xiaoyao, Zhao Ling'er and a few ordinary Shushan disciples, who didn't expect to be blamed by so many monks when they came up, and they were all stunned on the spot for a while.

"To put it mildly, what I'm waiting to talk about, can people in the martial arts understand?"

"That's it, if you want to bring people in the martial arts, just send some pills."

"The most ridiculous thing is that mortal who looks like a scholar, thin as skin and bones, with vague steps, I'm afraid that he doesn't even have the power to bind chickens."

……

In the pavilions, the voices of dissatisfaction are endless.

Cao Yi noticed that the people who spoke were some monks who were not very cultivated.

Not to mention those monks who have cultivated to a high level, even those who have cultivated a little higher are all ears, noses, noses, and minds, just like an old Buddha who meditates in meditation.

"These cultivators who are ordinary cultivators will be able to brush their sense of existence in people and ordinary people in the martial arts."

Cao Yi laughed in his heart.

"What's the noise, shut up Miss Ben"

A red-clothed girl with skin and snow and seven points of heroism between her eyebrows stood up with her waist crossed.

The pavilions and pavilions, which were originally dissatisfied, suddenly quieted down a lot. A pair of inquiring eyes looked at the girl in red.

This girl in red is none other than Lin Yueru.

Being watched by so many people, Lin Yueru didn't know whether it was anger or temperament, so she said loudly without fear: "What is so great about monks, why do you look down on us people in the martial arts, who are not born strong, you people, how many dare to say that they are not piled up by pills, a few of them are not lucky to pick up the treasures of heaven and earth, and they have met masters, and a few are not ancestors but mortals." ”

Not only did these low-level monks speak speechless, but many of those high-level monks also had different complexions.

"Also, a few of them didn't cast a good tire!"

Lin Yueru said again.

The daughter of the dignified Southern Martial Arts Alliance leader said that others just voted for a good tire.

A strange feeling rose in Cao Yi's heart.

"Yueru, you are too presumptuous, don't go back."

Lin Nantian, the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance, was almost stunned by his fierce daughter.

In Nanwulin, he Lin Nantian is the number one person, what trouble his daughter has caused, people take into account his identity, and he will not be as knowledgeable as his daughter.

This is a monastic conference where all the world's cultivators gather, and any one of them can pinch him to death, let alone his daughter.

Even if it is due to his identity and Shushan, he can't do it at the monastic conference, but afterwards.

"Daddy"

Lin Yueru's delicate face showed a look of grievance, it was obvious that these monks looked down on people first, she refuted it later, and she didn't say anything too excessive, how could it be hers.

"Don't say more, quickly apologize to all the Immortal Elders."

Lin Nantian's old face was completely pulled down.

"No apologies"

Lin Yueru didn't lose his temper, and twisted his face to the side angrily.

"You"

Lin Nantian made a gesture to fight Lin Yueru.

"Uncle and slow down, cousin didn't do anything wrong"

Liu Jinyuan, who was on the side, mistakenly thought that Lin Nan was really going to beat Lin Yueru, so he hurriedly intervened to stop him.

"There's no place for you to talk here."

Lin Nantian used the power to shake off the young man and shook it.

Liu Jinyuan is still some distance away from being powerless, how can he withstand Lin Nantian's moment, and he sat on the ground on the spot.

"Hahaha......"

A burst of laughter came from the pavilion.

"You, alas"

Looking at his nephew who was sitting on the ground with a painful expression, Lin Nantian was distressed and angry.

Now this world is obviously a prosperous era of martial arts, but my aunt's family only let my nephew study and take the top prize, and the champion was admitted, but his body was not as good as a thirteen or fourteen-year-old street boy.

"Cousin"

Lin Yueru hurriedly bent over to support Liu Jinyuan.

The latter stood up with grinning teeth.

"Cousin, are you alright?"

Lin Yueru patted the dust on Liu Jinyuan's ass with her little hand, and asked distressedly.

Although she doesn't like this cousin who can't wait for the wind to blow and falls, and has a quieter temperament than a woman, her own cousin is not, and he fell down for her.

"Cousin, I, I'm fine"

Liu Jinyuan had a smile on his face, it was the first time he had been treated so gently and kindly by his cousin, and his heart was so beautiful that he was about to bubble.

Lin Yueru naturally didn't know Liu Jinyuan's thoughts, she was full of anger towards her father at the moment, she turned her head to look at Lin Nantian, and said with her eyebrows upside down: "Dad, you know that your cousin is in poor health, and you still use so much strength." ”

Lin Nantian showed a wry smile unique to his old father.

"Cousin, don't blame your uncle, your uncle is unintentional."

Liu Jinyuan hurriedly explained to Lin Nantian, speaking softly, like a girl who doesn't leave the door.

"Cousin, can you please stop talking in such a girly tone!"

Lin Yueru's good impression of Liu Jinyuan that had just risen disappeared as he opened his mouth to persuade.

"I'm girly, no"

Liu Jinyuan was not conscious at all.

"Hahaha......"

The laughter in the pavilions rang out again.

"What are you laughing at, bunch of fools!"

Lin Yueru turned her anger to the pavilions, and her voice was very loud.

The laughter suddenly thinned.

"Little girl, for the sake of you being less or better, not having the same knowledge as you doesn't mean that you can be neither big nor small."

A bone-chilling voice rang out.

"Xiao Tianzun is right, no big or small."

"This girl must be spoiled, I don't know how thick the sky is."

……

The monks echoed each other.

Cao Yi took his eyes to see this little Tianzun, very young, his eyes were extremely sharp, his complexion was almost sickly fair, his black hair was scattered, and his body was very heroic.

On the way here, the Sword Master passed a divine thought. It mentions this little Tianzun, from Penglai Xianmen, who is said to have a large number of people in the fairy world and the god world, and has always wanted to challenge the dominant position of the Shushan Sword Immortal Sect in the world, and the youngest son of Penglai Tianzun, the first master of Penglai Xianmen, is very favored.

has excellent talent, less than 20 years old, and his cultivation has reached a very high level, and he is firmly on the throne of the first person of this year's young generation.

Extremely high status, ahead of the cultivation of his peers, makes his character very conceited, and no one is in his eyes.

It is said that people with this kind of personality will not be as knowledgeable as Lin Yueru. Unless, there is some special purpose.

"You"

Lin Yueru's chest rose and fell violently, and her face turned red, but she didn't say anything offensive again.