"Chen Wangwu, you are an elder, and you actually do it to your juniors, you really have a face!"

The real person who was scolded by pointing his nose trembled with anger and retorted, but he didn't have any momentum at all: "Your disciple didn't show mercy to my apprentice." ”

"Hmph, the competition between disciples, you are too old to interfere. ”

"I've already admitted defeat, it's your disciple who hasn't stopped, and my master has helped me!" A head stretched out behind the real person, and the owner of the head was Ye Qianqiu, who caused the trouble.

"Hmph, I can't even beat the disciples in the foundation building period, and I'm embarrassed to speak out!"

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger and stronger, the people who had been watching the excitement finally couldn't wait.

"Chen Daoyou, Gong Daoyou, don't hurt your peace for a little thing. The two disciples were not injured, and it was a trivial matter to sell it in the next face. ”

"Xiao Ziru, you can be a peacemaker!" Gong Ling hugged her arms, and didn't seem to buy it at all. It's just that the action of raising his feet to prepare to leave revealed his thoughts.

Originally, his own disciples were not injured, and it was already a loss of face to quarrel with the real person in front of the juniors.

Forget the worries and look at the back of Gong Ling leaving, then turned his head, looked at his disciple, and sighed heavily: "Qianqiu, the old face of the teacher has been lost." ”

Ye Qianqiu, who was dressed in red, walked out completely from behind Chen Wangwu at this time, tilted his head, and looked at the master with a sad face.

"Master, this matter is not the disciple's fault, it is clear that the guy bullied the disciple. ”

"Your tone doesn't look like he's bullying you. "Forget the worries and the real person replied seriously.

Ye Qianqiu's tone was not aggrieved, nor was she squeamish after the young female cultivator was bullied, on the contrary, when she said this, Ye Qianqiu's tone was calm and there was no emotion.

Ye Qianqiu rolled his eyes and took off the sachet on his waist: "It's all Shizun, you said, a woman always has a sachet on her waist." Just now, the disciple of the senior asked me to marry, saying that if I take off my sachet, I will have to marry him. If the disciple had asked for help one step later, he would now be the daughter-in-law of someone who has not passed through the door. ”

Speaking of this, Ye Qianqiu paused again: "No, it should be a Ding furnace that has not passed through the door, the master knows that the disciple is a spiritual root, and he will lose money if he doesn't do the Ding furnace." I see, what that disciple is looking at is definitely not my face, it must be my spiritual root. ”

Forget your worries, real people are speechless.

Ye Qianqiu is right, what the cultivation world values is qualification cultivation, love at first sight, and generally love the spiritual root, and never say anything about it.

"If you cultivate well, why would you be bullied by a disciple in the foundation building period. Forget the worries and sighed again: "It's a waste of your God-given good spiritual root." ”

Ye Qianqiu rolled his eyes again: "Master, I will cultivate hard, and I will not make a ding furnace for the disciples in the foundation building period, but a ding furnace for the seniors who have cultivated to a high level?"

This rhetorical question, forgetting worries, real people are even more speechless.

His disciples, neither the spiritual root nor the comprehension, let him worry in the slightest. But this heart, somehow, always feels that others want to harm her.

In Ye Qianqiu's own words, it is called victim paranoia.

I know it's delusional, and I don't want to repent. If it weren't for Ye Qianqiu's usual efforts to spend some time on the exercise books, he would really feel that what Ye Qianqiu said was an excuse to be lazy.

"Now that it's the Great Competition of the Immortal Gate, if you don't want to be challenged anymore, you still follow the teacher. "In the face of his own disciples, he really can't deal with the real people, so he can only carry them with him.

Following his own master, there was no danger, and Ye Qianqiu was naturally happy.

The Great Competition of the Immortal Gate is the best way for the disciples of the younger generation of the Five Great Sects to become famous. The disciples who can be in the limelight in the Xianmen competition will also be characters who stir up the storm in the future.

Of course, Xianmen Dabi has nothing to do with Ye Qianqiu, after all, Ye Qianqiu only has the cultivation in the early stage of Qi cultivation now.

The status of the real person in the cultivation realm is not low, so he has his own place in the stands next to the ring. As soon as the master and apprentice looked at the stand, someone came over.

Looking at the eyes of the real people who forget their worries, most of them are full of admiration. As for looking at Ye Qianqiu's gaze, it was basically disdainful.

After twelve years of entry, the cultivation is still a disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Root who still insists on staying in the early stage of Qi cultivation, and there is only one Ye Qianqiu throughout the ages.

"This year's big competition, your sister can be described as in the limelight. While sitting down, the real person sighed.

Ye Qianqiu obediently stood behind the real person who forgot his worries, and his eyes naturally fell on the two sides fighting in the ring in front of him. Among them, the woman who was also dressed in red had the same face as Ye Qianqiu.

However, Ye Qianqiu's face was calm, but the woman was full of vitality.

"Qianlan cultivates hard, and the Water Ripple Fairy is so strict, of course she can be in the limelight. Ye Qianqiu's tone was still full of pride.

"It seems that the teacher is not strict enough. Forget the worries and rub the chin.

"The master is quite strict, but the disciple is not competitive enough. Ye Qianqiu hurriedly said goodbye.

While speaking, the competition in the ring was over, and the energetic Ye Qianlan defeated her opponent, and after politely clasping her fists and saluting, she slowly walked down from the stage.

"It seems that this year's big competition, Qianlan is the first. Ye Qianqiu is quite confident in her sister-in-law.

"As a teacher, I am quite optimistic about the big disciples of Drifting Snow Mountain Villa. Forget the worries of the real person has a different view: "Although Qianlan is hardworking, she is still a little tender after all. ”

Ye Qianlan was indeed a little tender, because in the next game, Ye Qianlan ran into the eldest disciple of the Drifting Snow Mountain Villa that the real person said. In the hands of the other party, only one cup of tea is supported.

"Qianqiu, what do you think Nangong Yi is going to do?" Ye Qianqiu was still analyzing the reasons for Ye Qianlan's defeat, and the real person here spoke again.

"What Nangong Yi?" Following the gaze of his master, Ye Qianqiu quickly saw the monk who was talking to the Water Ripple Fairy.

Nangong Yi is a sword cultivator, his cultivation is higher than that of forgetting worries, and his teacher is also a famous family. However, compared with Chen Wangwu's good popularity, Nangong Yi's popularity is more than a star and a half worse, especially with monks with female disciples.

After all, when other monks meet, they either talk about exercises or cultivation. Nangong Yi met with whomever he talked to, and the people he talked about were all female disciples.

It's not like you're going to woo Qianlan. Ye Qianqiu was silent.

Nangong Zhenren, as a sword cultivator, naturally has the temperament of a sword cultivator. This monk doesn't talk much, and the one who can make him open his mouth must be a female disciple who has taken a fancy to others.

"Haha, what he thinks is quite beautiful, but, after so many years, his disciple is not very famous, how can Shui Lian let people go?"

"His disciple, he should be able to make a name for himself this year. Ye Qianqiu pointed to another ring in the distance: "The sword cultivator in that ring has won seventeen consecutive victories. I seemed to have heard that sword cultivator before, called Nangong Senior Master. ”