"Huh?" Ye Qiao's topic jumped so quickly that Mingxuan couldn't keep up with her brain.
...displayed? How to mess it up?
Ye Qiao looked at Mingxuan's confused look, and she smiled mysteriously at him, "You'll know when the competition comes."
Mingxuan looked slightly startled. Looking at her confident look, he smiled helplessly for a while and said, "Okay."
"Then I'll take a nap first. We'll talk about it later."
He has been stuck at the peak of foundation building for so many years, and it is true that he will not be able to break through in a short while.
After comforting Mingxuan, Ye Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, returned to his residence, picked up the cauldron and began to prepare the elixirs that could be used in the competition.
Practice makes perfect. She has read so many books on Zanjuan. Although she is not a professional alchemist, she can at least be considered an amateur. She plans to practice some spiritual healing elixirs.
At first, Ye Qiao failed a few times because of his first attempt, but later he gradually became more proficient, and his spiritual consciousness controlled the spiritual plant and produced the number of pill seals.
The first time he condensed nine pill seals, Ye Qiao wanted to see if he could condense more this time.
She quickly made a pill seal in her hand, and the golden lines swirled around her. She changed her gestures again for a moment, and then the tenth pill seal jumped out tremblingly. It was much weaker than the first nine. Ye Qiao's spiritual consciousness passed There was a moment of stinging pain, but she ignored it and calmly continued the movements in her hands. As time passed, the Danyin gradually solidified.
Ye Qiao let out a breath and opened the cauldron.
Ten strange-shaped elixirs lay quietly in the pot, their color and appearance still as ugly as ever.
She didn't plan to sell it this time, but bottled it for emergencies.
After pretending, the result of excessive consumption of consciousness was that Ye Qiao's nose started to drip with blood again. She wiped it off and fell asleep in a daze.
…
With the competition approaching, the five sects were busy training their direct disciples. It was rare that no one came to disturb them. Except for Zhou Xingyun, none of the four of them could escape the fate of going to class.
"I heard that the new disciple of the Yue Qing Sect has broken through the golden elixir." Duan Yu said calmly.
Qin Fanfan touched his beard and got the news at the same time. He said with emotion: "Yes. That girl is sixteen years old. Her talent is even better than other direct descendants."
I really don’t know where Yun Hen got the luck to bring back such a highly qualified disciple from the mortal world.
Duan Yu narrowed his eyes and was noncommittal about this.
After being beaten continuously for more than a month, Elder Duan Yu finally let go of his two dearest disciples. He even gave a few of them a holiday the night before the competition, allowing them to play for a day and set off to participate tomorrow. Go to Fusheng City to compete.
On a rare holiday, Ye Qiao went down the mountain without stopping and got back the pistol he had asked his boss to make.
The shape is very special, and some special materials should be added inside. It is still different from modern pistols.
Mu Chongxi couldn't wait to try it, but because of his previous action of blowing up the sect leader, Ye Qiao didn't dare to let him play with it.
She explained to him, "This thing can store talismans, similar to a hidden weapon."
The Tang Sect's silver needles that fire continuously are somewhat similar to this one. When he was given the design drawings, the boss had been marveling at the ingenuity of the internal design of this hidden weapon.
Ye Qiao demonstrated to him on the spot that the talisman stored inside was not only fast, but could also be fired several times in a row.
When the talisman cultivators throw the talisman, there is an opening that allows people to dodge, but the hidden weapon in Ye Qiao's hand fires several shots in succession, and those who are slow to react have no time to dodge.
Mu Chongxi was silent for a moment and then spoke sincerely: "Being a sword cultivator really wrongs you."
It would be a pity not to be a tool repairer with this brain.
Ye Qiao shrugged, "This has nothing to do with me." It can only be said that he drew on the wisdom of his predecessors.
After testing the hidden weapon in his hand, Ye Qiao put it away and put it into a mustard bag. Several other senior brothers in the main peak hall gathered together and didn't know what they were looking at.
Even the senior brother, who usually lives in seclusion, showed up.
"What are you doing?" Ye Qiao looked around naturally.
Xue Yu held a jade slip in his hand and shook it: "You guys came just in time."
"We're looking at gossip."
Gossip? who?
Xue Yu gave her the jade slip and motioned for her to read it for herself.
Ye Qiao lowered his head and fiddled with the jade slip in his hand. The same thing as a mobile phone is that it can communicate and call. There is also a place similar to a modern forum. Click on it to see many messages from monks.
Pretty smart.
This kind of smart jade slip can only be bought by wealthy monks. Mu Chongxi just wanted to teach her how to use it because of her brother's kindness, but she found that Ye Qiao's fingertips flexibly opened and checked, and she couldn't be more skillful.
Just kidding, after using her phone for so many years, if she didn’t know how to use this thing, she would go to Zisha.
There are various forum posts, but the most popular and discussed one is the speculation about the Five Great Competitions.
Post one:
[It’s time to place your bet, who will win this year’s competition]
Post 2: [Oops, I have Ye Qinghan’s underwear from Sword Sect here. Does anyone want it? Bid one hundred high-grade spiritual stones]
Post 3: [I heard that Changming Sect and Yueqing Sect next door are facing each other? 】
Various gossips emerged one after another, and Ye Qiao's pupils were shaking, "Are Ye Qinghan's underwear so valuable?"
Mingxuan touched his chin, "It seems so."
"Then how about we buy it?"
Xue Yu couldn't figure it out: "Why should we buy his underwear?"
"You don't understand this."
Ye Qiao said plausibly: "The underwear can not only be hung up and sold, but when we take out Ye Qinghan's underwear during the competition, it can cause mental pollution to Ye Qinghan and his enemies."
Kill three birds with one stone.
"..."
Mu Chongxi silently gave her a thumbs up.
Absolutely. Junior sister, you really dare to think about it.
Zhou Xingyun originally did not intend to participate in the conversation between them, but even so, he was still choked by Ye Qiao's outrageous remarks.
He lowered his eyes and couldn't help but laugh.
I finally know why Mu Chongxi had to go against all odds to let a person with average qualifications like Ye Qiao become his direct successor. Only this kind of personality can get along well with his junior brother and the others.
The five people gathered together, and the atmosphere was extremely peaceful. Tomorrow the group will set off to Fusheng City to meet with the other four sects. No one was sleepy except Ye Qiao. Ye Qiao yawned and simply lay down on the table to take a nap. .
Mingxuan didn't sleep all night. When he saw her waking up, with a dark circle under his eyes, he stuffed a set of red sect uniforms into her arms.
"Come on, junior sister, let's change together quickly, otherwise it will be too late to set off later."
"What to change?" She was a little confused.
"Zong uniform." Mingxuan rarely spoke more. "During the competition, the entire cultivation world is watching us. We must get a Zong uniform."
As soon as Ye Qiao opened her eyes, she saw three senior brothers surrounding her enthusiastically. She leaned back tactically and asked sincerely:
"Is this why you're dressed like a crayfish?"
"This is called handsome." Mu Chongxi happily pulled Ye Qiao, "Believe me, compared to the unlucky colors of other sects, our sect uniforms can definitely stand out and dazzle them."
This time Ye Qiao did not deny it.
The red color is eye-catching, and it can definitely stand out among a group of plain-colored religious uniforms.
"Sir, do you want to change?" She held her clothes and looked at Zhou Xingyun, the only one among the five who had not changed into his sect uniform.
"Elder brother?" Mingxuan was stunned, looking at Zhou Xingyun who was sleeping with some hesitation.
Let me ask them who dares to let Zhou Xingyun change with them.
Zhou Xingyun was usually sad and indifferent, which made many disciples take a detour when they saw him. Even a good-tempered person like Xue Yu didn't dare to come forward.
"Put it on, put it on." Ye Qiao has no awe of Zhou Xingyun. She dares to cheat even Ye Qinghan head-on.
She immediately waved her hand, "Elder brother, come wear it with us."
Zhou Xingyun was stopped there by Ye Qiao. Faced with the junior sister's eagerness to try, he quietly refused: "No."
"Elder brother~" Mu Chongxi came over, "Please satisfy us."
Mingxuan also nodded: "It's just you."
The four of them looked pitiful and neat. Zhou Xingyun looked complicated. He had no choice but to take his clothes and change.
Most people can't resist the flamboyant color of red, but Chang Mingzong's appearance is quite good. Standing there with the five of them is a beautiful scenery.
Zhou Xingyun lowered his head and pulled at it, and faintly spit out two words: "It's ugly."
There was a pattern on the Zong uniform that was not aligned, which made Zhou Xingyun, a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, want to draw his sword and chop off the clothing.
Mu Chongxi immediately said in an innocent tone: "It doesn't matter, no matter how ugly the clan uniform is, it can't cover up the handsomeness of senior brother."
Ye Qiao: "Plus one."
Xue Yu: "Same as above."
Mingxuan: "1."
"..." Zhou Xingyun was almost amused by the neat words of his junior brothers and sisters.
Fusheng City is the territory at the feet of the Wenjian Sect. The unwritten rules of the cultivation world competition are whoever is first will go to whose territory to join, and the one who won the first place a hundred years ago was the Wenjian Sect.
Not only were they accompanied by their relatives, Duan Yu, Elder Zhao, and Qin Fanfan also accompanied them.
The five people were called to the back mountain early in the morning, and many disciples came to watch and join in the fun, all wanting to see the elegance of their disciples.
A group of disciples in Wuya were chattering about who was more handsome, and Ye Qiao also saw an acquaintance inside.
It was Du Chun whom she met on her first day of joining the sect.
When he saw Ye Qiao looking over, he immediately waved to her enthusiastically, "Ye Qiao. Long time no see."
Ye Qiao yawned and tried to make herself look energetic. She replied, "Long time no see."
"How does it feel to be a direct descendant?" He rubbed his hands and asked, "Does it feel good?"
Ye Qiao tilted his head: "It's not bad. If you want to talk about it, it's better to be an outsider."
She thought so sincerely, at least no one outside the outer gate would watch her training all the time.
And now he is either being beaten or on the way to being beaten.
Other outer and inner disciples: "..." This is Versailles, right? Definitely in Versailles!
