'I heard it, I'm not deaf. '
After hearing the sound, Qingjiu briefly responded to the system, then raised his hand and patted the thing on the ground that was still turning its belly.
"return."
After Qingjiu finished speaking, he saw the huge thing on the ground suddenly flashed and turned into a silver bracelet wrapped around Qingjiu's wrist.
He looked up and looked around, then quietly walked towards the place where the sound of fighting was coming from not far away.
I saw a group of four or five people in an open space not far away. The person in the middle was looking at him up and down with a long sword in his hand.
"Hey, this is a disciple of the Sword Sect. What are you doing here in the middle of the night? What kind of prestige do you want to show off?"
The leader was a man wearing a Tibetan robe. He had an average-to-average appearance and was very delicate. However, when he spoke, his face was stained with ridicule and disdain, which lowered his overall temperament.
"It has nothing to do with you, get out of the way."
The young man surrounded in the middle, holding the scabbard tightly in his hand, looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a resolute and handsome face, and the eyes he looked at the people surrounding him were as cold as the sword in his hand.
"I heard that the disciples of the Sword Sect can defeat one against a hundred. Why don't we compete with our brothers from the Hongyang Sect and let the brothers see the strength of the Sword Sect."
There are five major sects in the mainland, Jiqing, Yihong, Danxia, Hanyang, and Hongyang Immortal Sect, followed by Chunyan Sect and so on.
The five major sects have been secretly competing with each other to compete with the talents of the younger generation, so there is such a competition held once every ten years.
If someone can get the top spot in this competition, not only the person involved, but the entire sect will be proud, so all major sects will pay special attention to it.
After the people from the Hongyang Sect learned that the Jianzong was also participating, they followed the Jianzong people to provoke them when they were out.
After all, the Jian Sect has only a small number of people, but it can still sit firmly in the five major sects, which still makes many people jealous.
"Not interested in."
The surrounded boy raised his eyes coldly and looked at a few people, then quickly looked at the dark forest.
How could the demonic energy that was so strong just now suddenly become scarce now?
The young man was confused.
"Oh, you are arrogant. You can do it today if you want to, and you have to be willing if you don't want to."
When the group of people saw that the young man didn't take them seriously, their expressions suddenly turned ugly, and they drew their swords towards the young man.
"Wan Dong'er?"
This time the person who came turned out to be her senior brother's apprentice, her nephew Wan Dong.
"Sure enough, if you don't learn from senior brother, your face will be just as bad."
Sake sat on a branch and looked down through the gaps in the leaves. When he saw the young man's cold eyes, he couldn't help but utter a few words.
"choke!"
The sound of swords colliding with each other was heard, and Sake looked down.
Seeing one against five, Wan Dong, who was not ready to draw his sword, had no choice but to draw his sword under the eager attack of several people.
As soon as the long sword came out, the sword energy was overwhelming.
"Yes, I actually got the Frost Ning Sword."
As if watching a child, Qingjiu watched Wandong draw his sword with a smile on his face and satisfaction in his eyes.
The fight below was endless and Sake was forced to jump from tree to tree.
Just as the long sword cut off the tree trunk at his feet again, Sake had nowhere to jump and fell to the ground.
"Who are you? Do you know what time it is? You are wandering and fighting outside the city. Tell your sect your name and I will report to your sect tomorrow."
Landing steadily among several people, Qingjiu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes moved slightly, and then he put his hands behind his back and looked at the stunned people around him with a haughty expression on his face.
He looks like a master with extremely high cultivation level.
"Who are you?" The leader of Hongyang Sect wanted to explore the cultivation of sake, but found nothing. Seeing her arrogant expression, he thought that she was not really an elder of any sect.
"You deserve to know who I am. The current junior is really bold."
Qingjiu glanced at the man lightly and said something in an extremely cold tone.
"Senior, it's the junior who is causing trouble. We are just having friendly discussions with this fellow Taoist and there is no fight. Senior, please forgive me."
The leader of the Hongyang Sect bowed his hands over the sake and apologized.
It's not that he is easily deceived, but the confidence in Sake's eyes and gestures is very natural. In addition, they have a guilty conscience in making trouble, so they admit their mistakes so quickly.
"You are not allowed to fight in private before the competition. You should know it well. Since you are young and ignorant, I will forgive you this time and go back."
Qingjiu waved to those people and saw them leaving in a hurry. Then he glanced at Wan Dong, said nothing, turned around and left.
"Aren't you a sect senior? Who are you?"
Just as Qingjiu turned around, a cold voice came from behind.
Sake looked back at him? He raised his eyebrows.
"So what if it is? So what if it's not? I still help you solve unnecessary trouble?"
She looked at him with the corner of her mouth raised, her eyes showing tolerance.
"I can handle them without your help."
He took back the sword in his hand, glanced at Qingjiu coldly, and walked directly past her towards the outside of the forest.
Sake touched her nose and looked at the child's back helplessly.
Come on, this kid has had this character since he was a child, as stubborn as a stubborn donkey.
When she returns to her school, she must teach this child a lesson.
But who brought him here this time? Senior brother?
next day
Yan Qing came to the door of Qingjiu's room and was about to knock on the door, when the door happened to be opened.
Their eyes met, then quickly separated.
"The competition is about to begin, let's go."
Withdrawing his hand, Yan Qing glanced at Qingjiu lightly, then turned and left, her fingers covered by her long sleeves moving slightly.
Qingjiu opened his eyes and looked at Yan Qing, who had a cold and noble face, and looked at his slender waist restrained by a belt.
【Tsk...】
[Ever since I started to get tired of Ji Qing, I, a person who looks at Ji Qing, have a colored vision. 】
[I almost forgot that Yan Qing is a rare and extremely beautiful man in the world. 】
[But it would be better if you have a normal mind. 】
Facing Yan Qing's elegantly turned back, Qingjiu shook his head in his heart.
Yan Qing, who was walking in front, paused in his steps, and a trace of crimson crept onto the tips of his ears.
[When she doesn’t speak normally, she is a normal beauty. 】
Qingjiu's evaluation of Yan Qing was, but he had no choice but to do so only when he didn't speak normally.
Soon the two of them arrived at Danxia Sect.
Qingjiu didn't want to see Ji Qing's people for the time being, so he said goodbye to Yan Qing's idea of taking her to a high position and stood at the back of the crowd.
Qingjiu looked around, wanting to see who the sword sect was taking Wandong to participate in the competition this time, although he had some thoughts in his mind.
"Fourth Senior Brother?"
After searching around, his eyes fell on the upper body of a man sitting upright in the upper corner with a sword in his arms and three daggers at his waist.
Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, Sake was sure who that person was.
Perhaps the appraising gaze was too obvious, Qingjiu could clearly feel the man's eyes looking in his direction, and Qingjiu hurriedly lowered his head.
You are still so sharp. Fourth senior brother is worthy of being you.
On the high platform, Mu Ruo's eyelashes trembled slightly, unable to tell what was in his heart.
Wrote the wrong chapter again. It should be Chapter 93. I caught a cold and my brain was not working well.
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