Today's competition between fellow disciples is quite different from previous years. Not only will there be a competition in the arena, but the winner will also enter the Demon Sect's trial place - Falling Demon Valley.
Wei Yousi played with the mysterious flute in his hand casually, leaned in front of Yan Wugui, leaned over and whispered: "This trial, the Demon Lord pays more attention to it than before. According to wire reports, there has been a strange fragrance wafting out of the valley recently. It is guessed that it is someone The best spiritual fruit is ripe.
It seems that not only our Demon Sect knows this news, but also the Cangxu Sect in Jiujie Mountain. It is inevitable that there will be a big competition! Protector Yan, is he sure of winning? "
Yan Wugui also heard a little bit about this matter. Ever since he had the Pure Heart Technique gifted by Wei Yousi, his cultivation has made steady progress in the past two years, but he has never broken through to the golden elixir stage. If there are top-grade spiritual fruits and high-grade demons, With Dan’s help, I believe there will be a breakthrough.
Seeing that Yan Wugui was speechless, Wei Yousi raised his eyebrows deliberately and said, "What? In terms of strength, you deserve it. Don't be merciful to Huan Qianqiu when the time comes!"
Yan Wugui also wanted to have a good fight with Huan Qianqiu through the competition between his fellow students, so as to dampen his spirit. In the past two years, the Demon Lord has not been able to come out of seclusion, and the whole Demon Sect has become a mess. Although Huan Qianqiu was dismissed by the Demon Lord as a protector two years ago and became a deacon of the Demon Sect. It's even more glorious when you are a Dharma protector.
However, according to the Demon Lord's personal guards, the Demon Lord left seclusion today and wanted to personally select the disciples who would go to the trial site. The whole sect was working hard to show good looks to the Cangxu Sect of the Immortal Sect. Naturally, he would not fight against him because of his personal grudges. Huan Qianqiu is more serious.
Yan Wugui sighed softly and replied helplessly: "The competition between fellow students is over, we still need to focus on the overall situation."
Wei Yousi gritted his back molars. The more he thought about it, the more he felt for Yan Wugui. He said angrily: "That kid is getting more and more arrogant now. He shows no mercy to you every time. It's a shame that you still interceded for him back then. It's really a shame." It’s not worth it. If you think he’s an eyesore, I don’t mind stretching my muscles!”
"The Demon Lord is about to leave seclusion, please be careful what you say, young master." Wei Yousi wanted to continue speaking, but was interrupted by the entourage on the side.
Wei Yousi was very displeased. When he looked up, he saw Huan Qianqiu, dressed in a red blood python pattern robe, walking over swaggeringly, with a confident look on his face, which seemed to say that he was the winner of this competition. people.
Wei Yousi suddenly became angry and deliberately yelled at his followers: "What? I, Wei Yousi, have never been afraid of anyone!"
"Pa!" Wei Yousi waved his hand and slapped his entourage. He was a dignified young master of the Demon Sect. Why should he look at the face of a Demon Sect deacon? However, if he could pull off the trick, it would suit him to make some trouble.
"Young Master, please forgive me!" Wei Yousi's followers instantly realized the seriousness of the situation, and continued to beg for mercy on their knees: "You are a villain who kept his words. Young Master misunderstood me. Please spare me this time." !”
Wei Yousi's followers begged and regretted their talkativeness. It’s just that I’m used to Wei Yousi’s generosity on weekdays, but he actually warned his master to be careful with his words. If the Demon Lord found out that there was no trace of his body left, he was afraid that his life would be lost this time!
Huan Qianqiu was walking around and saw that the always kind-hearted Wei Yousi lost his temper with his entourage. It must have been because of his arrival, and his mood instantly improved. He took advantage of the situation and said: "Young Master, these entourages are really a bunch of idiots. Today is such an important day. We all make mistakes. In my opinion, we might as well just throw them away and feed them to the dogs, haha!”
Huan Qianqiu's laughter was extremely arrogant. It seemed that he was not talking about the attendant, but Yan Wugui and Wei Yousi in front of him. However, due to his identity and position, he did not dare to say it clearly, so he could only respond in this way.
He was in a good mood after saying this, and his laughter spread throughout the school. He raised his foot and stepped on the attendant's hands, and continued to scare him: "I don't know which of the followers the Demon Lord has arranged for the young master. In the past two years, the young master has You have so many followers that I can’t even remember them, but I heard that none of your followers survived more than half a year.”
After Huan Qianqiu said this, Wei Yousi's follower could no longer hold on and collapsed on the ground with a plop. He could not feel the pain in his hands at all, and the light in his eyes completely dimmed.
"That's enough!" Wei Yousi just wanted to knock down the mountain and scare the tiger, and he didn't really mean to kill him. Seeing that his followers were ridiculed, he lost his anger and unanimously said to the outside world: "No matter how stupid you are, you are only loyal to me, no more than those who He who repays kindness with hatred..."
Wei Yousi said, staring at Huan Qianqiu meaningfully, clutching the Xuandi in his hand tightly, and the disgust in his eyes was obvious.
"Young master, you are joking." Huan Qianqiu knew that he was asking for trouble, so he handed the two of them away and walked away dejectedly.
Huan Qianqiu originally wanted to discuss the competition with Yan Wugui, but now he had no choice but to find another opportunity. He couldn't help but secretly regret in his heart that he had been too impulsive just now.
What Huan Qianqiu wanted to discuss with Yan Wugui was actually very simple. If the two met in advance in the ring, he hoped that the two sides would be tied for the time being. In this way, they can preserve their strength and stand out, allowing the Demon Lord to see the changes in the two of them in the past two years and entrust them with important responsibilities.
Yan Wugui did not expect this, but Wei Yousi had already figured out Huan Qianqiu's thoughts. He had a falling out with his entourage not only to lose Huan Qianqiu's face, but also to disturb the affair.
In fact, Wei Yousi had seen his entourage kowtow and admit his mistake before, so he was no longer prepared to pursue the case. He just waved his hand calmly and asked him to step aside and clean up alone.
Since he returned to the Demon Sect two years ago, the Demon Lord has asked more than a dozen followers and personal guards to follow him every day. At first, he felt that the feeling of being served was not bad, but after a long time, he felt bored. He reminded him every day to persuade and persuade others. It was so noisy that one of his heads grew bigger than the other two.
Yan Wugui saw some clues today. It turned out that the Demon Lord's "concern" for Wei Yousi was so "thorough". If he had been faced with such control, he would have been breathless.
Seeing that there was no one around, Yan Wugui smiled knowingly and couldn't help but joke: "I didn't expect Brother Wei to have such a blessing. I am not blessed to be able to bear it. I can't envy you, and I can't bear it!"
Wei Yousi spread his hands with a look of helplessness on his face, letting Yan Wugui tease him without any displeasure. He had already taken this matter lightly and figured out that it was better to let these followers follow him than to face him.
Yan Wugui knew that he was just pretending to be relaxed. How could he forget the grudge between the Wei family and the Demon Lord. He opened his mouth, but still endured the news about the Pure Yang people.
Yan Wugui knew that even if he told Wei Yousi, he would not be able to leave the sect to look for him, so he might as well do it for him. Yan Wugui immediately decided that if he had the opportunity to leave the sect in the future, the first thing he would do was to find an explanation from his uncle's family, and then go find Chunyang people for Wei Yousi. If there were more detailed clues, it would not be too late to tell Wei Yousi. .
When Yan Wugui was thinking about it, as the competition with his fellow students was approaching, more and more people gathered here, and the noisy discussion could not help but spread to the ears of the two of them.
"I heard that many female disciples will participate in this competition, and I don't know who is so lucky to meet them."
When Yan Wugui heard this, he knew that he was a disciple of Dispense with strong blood, and he knew that person. That man was lazy on weekdays, sleeping until three o'clock in the morning before getting up to go to the school grounds. He didn't look like a cultivation disciple at all. It turned out that his heart was occupied by these mortal desires.
"Yeah, yeah, wouldn't it be nice if I could touch a little hand, put an arm around my waist, and tease you a little bit!" Another older male disciple couldn't help but think about it. Apparently both of them were so dirty. What a waste of thought.
The blushing words of the two attracted the attention of their fellow disciple. The senior fellow was tall and thin and looked to be in his late 40s. He was surrounded by zhenqi and had obviously already reached the golden elixir stage.
He had some personal friendship with his two junior brothers. He would not see them being lazy on weekdays and would also give them warnings. But today the words between the two of them were getting louder and louder. Even though they were getting increasingly angry, they still came over, lowered their voices, and reminded them: "You two are the only ones who talk a lot. You have so many ideas. Be careful if you move your head. You won't be able to bear it!"
Both of them shut up, but after the older senior brother left, they started discussing again.
The slightly older male disciple seemed very unconvinced. Seeing his fellow disciples walking away, he began to mutter in a low voice: "I am almost thirty, I have never touched a woman, and I am worse than a mortal. What do you think?" Who should I talk to to reason with you?"
The male disciple looked at him with disgust, and couldn't help complaining: "It's not because you are ugly, and you don't know that our female disciples in the devil are always good-looking. When you look like this, I I’m going to vomit after seeing it!”
"Are you better than me?" The older male disciple was very displeased. Although he was not as tough as Pan An, he could still see through it.
His stature is just a little short and slightly overweight, but there's nothing to fault about it. He took another look at the accessories on his body. It couldn't be said to be very luxurious, but he put a lot of thought into his outfit. It was much better than the shabby green guy in front of him!
After such a comparison, the older male disciple instantly gained confidence and said unconvinced: "I think you are not as good as me! You don't tie your hair up all day long, how slovenly do you look!"
"I..." The male disciple with the hair was stunned by what he said. No one has ever said that about his hair. The Demon Sect has always been free and easy, so naturally it is comfortable!
When the older male disciple saw that the male disciple who was spreading out was rendered speechless by him, he proudly approached him and compared himself with him.
He found that he was half a head taller than the male disciple who was radiating radiance, and became even more arrogant: "Compared with this, you are not taller than me! They even look down on you. I think you can only satisfy your greed with your eyes!"
The young man was unhappy for a moment. The two of them looked almost the same, so why were they not as good as him if they were half a head taller than him.
The two of them usually practice together and have a good relationship. He knows that the guy's family is better than his. Although it is not a fairy family, it can be regarded as a small cultivation sect.
And he was just the third son of a poor family. He was secretly sold by his father due to family misfortune. In terms of family background, he was indeed inferior to him.
However, the male disciple was unwilling to give in. Both of them were at the object-expelling stage, and in this world of cultivation, it didn't matter whether they were born high or low.
"Fart! I'm a monk now. I wave my hand and there are so many women! If I go to a restaurant to listen to music and eat, it's not free for me!" The man with the loose hair waved his fist, and his posture looked like he was usually using his magic power to bully ordinary people. .
"You are really courageous. Aren't you afraid that Young Master Wei will know?" The older male disciple lowered his voice. He knew from the moment he heard that Distribution disciples often go out secretly to show off their power and take advantage. If Young Master Wei knew about it, he would definitely not do it. Spare him lightly.
I saw the male disciple holding the waist with both hands, looking indifferent, already cursing in his heart: An outsider named Wei deserves to be called Young Master, what a joke!
Immediately, he smiled contemptuously and said: "The Demon Lord is about to be released from seclusion, I'm afraid he will do something terrible!"
