There is a separate viewing area on the Somon Square.

A competition like the sect Xiaobi, which will be held once a year, will not alarm the peak master and head, and each peak only needs to send two representatives to attend.

Mo Ci and the three of them were delayed for a while because of the obstruction of their disciples, and when they arrived, there were already many cave masters and elders seated at the table.

"Wood? How did he get here? ”

"He's been hiding for so long, and he's finally willing to show up."

"What's more, you see that he is followed by a miscellaneous disciple."

“……”

All kinds of voices of discussion came one after another.

Mo Ci lowered his eyebrows, avoiding the inquiring eyes of everyone.

"Senior Brother Wu, you come here with me to sit."

"Nope."

Wood refused the invitation of the White Cloud Cave Lord with an expressionless face, took Mo Ci, and walked straight to the last row.

As soon as he sat down, a middle-aged man sitting in the front row with a white face and a feminine temperament suddenly sneered, "Ha, some people still think that they are the pride of the sect, and they make a tone and grandstand. ”

Everyone present knew who he was talking about, and he had no words and different expressions.

The Lord of Baiyun Cave frowned, and his tone was dissatisfied: "Senior Brother Jiuyang." ”

"Bai Yun, you have a good temperament and are willing to let him, but I am unwilling." Jiuyang raised his eyebrows disdainfully and sneered, "Wood, you made a big mistake at the beginning, voluntarily gave up kendo and turned to esophageal cultivation, and never stepped into the back mountain again. Why, how many years have passed, and you regret it? I really feel worthless for Lu Xiaoyao, sacrificing my life to save such an ungrateful guy as you. ”

"Shut up!"

Wood stood up suddenly, his chest heaving sharply, his face pale.

Mo Ci looked at Wood hanging down his legs, his squeaky fists, his eyes glazed over.

For the first time, she saw the master lose control of her emotions.

Obviously, the three words of Lu Xiaoyao touched the taboo of the master.

Jiuyang was not afraid, "Why should I shut up, and I didn't kill Lu Xiaoyao!" Also, now that I am the master of the Jindan Period Cave, and you are just a cook in Qianshan, if you dare to speak disrespectfully, believe it or not, I will tell the elders and expel you from the Qingyun Sect! ”

"You dare!"

"See if I dare!"

As he spoke, Jiuyang suddenly got up, threw off his robe, raised his legs and walked out.

Seeing this, the master of Baiyun Cave hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

The cave lords and elders who were watching the excitement around didn't want to see the matter getting bigger, so they spoke out one after another to persuade them.

Someone else said to Wood: "Wood, you just give in, apologize to Jiuyang, and expose this matter." ”

The corners of Wood's mouth tightened, his eyes flashed with angry flames, and his body was like a spear, straight and frozen in place, motionless.

"It's not me who should apologize, it's Lu ...... who he killed."

"Jiuyang!" The master of Baiyun Cave was afraid that Jiuyang would say something to stimulate Wood, so he interrupted him loudly, his eyes solemn, "Senior Brother Jiuyang, the original incident has passed, today Senior Brother Wu just wants to come to watch Xiaobi, don't bring it up again in the old matter, don't miss the right thing." ”

The lord of Baiyun Cave is as warm as a spring breeze on weekdays, which makes people feel quite close, but now he sinks his face, but it is also terrifying.

Jiuyang was intimidated by his eyes, and he didn't want to fall out with the Baiyun Cave Lord, so he sat back in his position.

The Lord of the White Cloud Cave calmed Jiuyang and came to persuade Wood again.

However, no matter how the Baiyun Cave Lord persuaded him, the master refused to sit down.

He's trying to figure out how to save face.

"If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Mo Ci, if you offend them, it will be difficult for Mo Ci to gain a foothold in the Qingyun Sect in the future."

The White Cloud Cave Lord is worthy of being Wood's friend, and he poked at his weakness with a single sentence.

Although there is no master-apprentice relationship between Wood and Mo Ci, the friendship between them is no different from that of master and apprentice, he will make different choices not for himself, for Mo Ci.

He glanced at Mo Ci with a worried face, and finally sat down.

Mo Ci felt a little guilty.

If it weren't for her, the master wouldn't have been humiliated by Jiuyang.

Wood seemed to read her thoughts, shook his head at her slightly, and then stared straight into the void, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Lord of Baiyun Cave saw Wood sit down, and then he was relieved to go back.

The contradiction between Jiuyang and Wood will be settled, and the sect will begin.

The three elders of the Qingyun Sect Merit Hall who were in charge of presiding over the small competition.

The sect has a rule that the elders only need to step forward to briefly introduce the rules, and the deacons under them can arrange for the disciples to come forward for assessment according to the list of disciples.

The order of the list is sorted according to the weekday performance of the disciples of each peak, and there will basically be no situation where the gap in cultivation level is too large, coupled with the large number of disciples, it is usually a number of competitions at the same time, and the battle situation is more intense than the other.

The first thing to do was the competition of the disciples in the Qi refining period.

After the elder announced the start of the competition, various spells flashed above the square, and Mo Ci, who was standing on the high platform, was dazzled.

Wood finally came back to his senses at some point, and he whispered to Mo Ci: "With your current strength, observing the competition between disciples in the Qi Refining Period will not be of much use to you. However, you can observe more of their spells and habits, and they may be your opponents in the future. ”

"Yes."

Mo Zhi listened to Wood's instructions and watched them very seriously.

Soon, the first round of the competition ended.

The losing disciples were dejected, and the winning disciples were triumphant.

The surrounding disciples cheered loudly because of the victory of their fellow disciples.

After the elders of the Hall of Merit wrote down the names of the winning disciples, they immediately arranged a second round of competition.

After a few rounds, Mo Ci gradually discovered a pattern.

After each round of competition, the cheers in the direction of the Sunset Peak disciple where Shen Yunge was located were the most enthusiastic.

Their joyful emotions are judged even by words and actions alone.

The disciples of the other peaks looked at them with envy and jealousy.

Mo Ci thought of the purple luck on Shen Yunge's head, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't used the Qi Hope Technique for a long time.

She attached her spiritual power to her fingers and wiped it into her eyes.

The world in her eyes immediately became colorful.

Large red clouds, deep and light, shimmered above the Sunset Peak disciples, blazing and gorgeous, contrasting sharply with the turbid air masses above the heads of the other disciples.

Mo Ci's expression was cold.

Restricted by her cultivation, she could only see the luck of disciples who had cultivated at the seventh level of Qi refining and below.

This group of people only accounted for two-thirds of the Sunset Peak disciples.

And the remaining one-third, there are Shen Yunge, who has the top luck, and Zhou Yuejun, who is closest to her, and others.

As the sun shines.

For a moment, Mo Ci could only think of these four words.

Long.

There was a smile on her lips.

Tiandao not only favored Shen Yunge, but also took care of the people around her, paving the way for her.

In that case, then why can't she use these people to make pedals for herself?

Didn't Shen Yunge prove it for her?

Luck is this thing.

Whoever can grab it counts.

She is the most lacking in luck in her life.