Even though the location chosen by Jiang Qingyu and Tang Yuan was in the corner of the peach blossom forest, people heard the news and came.
"This fellow Taoist is also at the Golden Core stage. Do you want to form a team tomorrow?" The person who came was a male cultivator with a square face, very square, and a shy round face behind his butt.
They noticed Jiang Qingyu and Tang Yuan early on. In the secret realm, if they had partners together, the safety would be greatly improved.
The square face looks more shrewd. While talking to Jiang Qingyu, his eyes kept glancing at Tang Yuan.
He couldn't see through this man's cultivation. If he could successfully form a team...
Before this, he had invited several casual cultivators to form a team, but they were all rejected. He couldn't understand that as casual cultivators, they should unite to fight against the sect's forces!
In a secret realm like this, casual cultivators are at a disadvantage because everyone else joins a group to spawn monsters, and only casual cultivators fight alone, although there are some exceptions.
Jiang Qingyu glanced at brother Fangyuan, and the words of rejection were already written on his expression, "Senior brother and I are not casual cultivators."
With a look of incomprehension on his square face, Jiang Qingyu said calmly: "Although our sect is not well-known, after the sect competition in the Peach Blossom Secret Realm, the name of Wuya Sword Sect will definitely be known to the entire world of cultivation. "
"……excuse me."
Fang Lian compromised. He thought that maybe his wish to unify the power of the scattered cultivators was impossible.
Most of those who can become casual cultivators do not want to be bound by the rules of the sect, advocate freedom, or are not very capable and are not recognized. There are also loners in the wolf pack. When these people come together, they have all kinds of strange personalities. It's strange to be brought together.
It was his whim.
The round-faced man cautiously stepped forward and pulled the square-faced man who was hesitant to speak back until he was out of Jiang Qingyu's sight.
Therefore, with a cold expression like an avalanche, Jiang Qingyu suddenly switched to his usual shameless image of wallowing in the Wuya Sword Sect:
"Senior brother, after the Peach Blossom Secret Realm is over, let's go to the sect competition to have fun, okay?"
Looking at the little junior sister in front of her, she has pink face and red lips, and a smile like a flower. In the two months since she went out with her senior brother, her chin has obviously become a little bit sharper.
What made it impossible to say no was the pair of almond eyes full of hope, which were round and watery. Tang Yuan suddenly made a fist with his right hand, covered it with his mouth and coughed lightly to hide his strangeness.
I was originally prepared to choke on the long speech to prevent Wuya Sword Sect from being exposed to the world of cultivation. In the end, all the words turned into two words: "Okay."
well……
He suddenly felt melancholy, missing the first day of his quarrel with Song Wu.
On the second day, although they did not receive a special reception like the Wanjian Sect and the Qingxiao Sect of the Beast Control Sect, Jiang Qingyu and other monks from a small family still entered the Peach Blossom Island Outer Disciples together at the invitation of the owner of Peach Blossom Island. The competition ground.
Jiang Qingyu and Tang Yuan still stood in an inconspicuous corner, vowing to carry out the qualifications of the background people to the end.
She roughly glanced at the whole place. There were ten people in a row in a disciplined manner, with their heads raised and chests held high. They were the disciples of large sects. Next to them were the leader elders or senior brothers and sisters.
The positions of the casual cultivators were messy, with a bunch in the east and a bunch in the west. Jiang Qingyu also saw the square-faced duo who came to win over her and her senior brother last night. They were sitting together with a good-looking sword cultivator.
The man seemed to notice his appraising eyes and looked in the direction.
Jiang Qingyu only panicked for a second, as calm as an old dog barking for nothing, pretending to be nonchalant and looking away at the others with a flawless expression.
"Everyone——!"
The owner of Peach Blossom Island finally unveiled the mysterious veil, with the pressure of the peak of the tribulation, the fresh sound of wind chimes tinkling in the shadow of the trees in the afternoon sun, and the sound of water ripples swaying in the competition field. open.
She sounds like a beauty!
Jiang Qingyu stood on tiptoe curiously, wanting to see the rumored graceful grace of the No. 1 Yin Cultivator in the gap between the crowd.
The inner disciples of Taohua Island held their heads high, the women wore bright pink skirts, and the men wore pale pink robes. They were surrounded by Tao Tao, a direct disciple of Taohua Island who had met once at the Luo Family auction in Yunjing.
After some time, the image of the hot-tempered and strongest sweet girl Loli still lingered in Jiang Qingyu's heart.
They walked neatly to the competition ring and stood together with the other five sects who were equally neat. Pink, green, purple, green, blue, gray, you can choose from various colors~
The disciple uniforms of the six major sects each have their own merits, and the colors are quite explosive.
Of course, the most explosive thing was the Hehuan Sect, a small sect adjacent to the Buddhist cultivator of Qingdeng Temple. There were only five people who came, one man and four women. If any one was thrown out, he would be the most eye-catching presence in the crowd.
The only male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect has attracted much attention. He has a white jade face, a strong body that does not lose his masculinity, and bright red clothes, which are somewhat like wedding clothes. Many girls have been captured by this stunning sight. , all shy and timid, casting flirtatious glances.
The bold show of love by these girls did not receive a particularly fierce response. Jiang Qingyu couldn't help but sigh. It turns out that the fictional world of cultivation is not purely ancient. There are no feudal Qing Dynasty antique zombies here!
Jiang Qingyu's eyes only stayed on the charming male cultivator for a short time. She still preferred to look at the beautiful sister than this sweetheart.
However, they seemed more interested in the ascetic Buddhist practice at Qingdeng Temple.
Ignoring their uniformly long legs, swan necks, and royal faces, Jiang Qing hissed and withdrew his nosebleed.
Thinking of the unspeakable things he had accidentally seen on the website in another world, about the Hehuan Sect's enchantress and the Qing Leng Buddhist cultivator, Jiang Qing blushed shamefully.
Putting a hand on Jiang Qingyu's forehead, it was Tang Yuan, asking with concerned eyes: "What's wrong with you? Why are you blushing suddenly?"
Jiang Qingyu patted her face and looked embarrassed. She would never share her unrestrained thoughts of wandering to Penghu Bay with her dear fourth senior brother, "It's okay, maybe it's a little sunburned."
Tang Yuan: "..."
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
He raised his head and glanced at the thick clouds in the sky, expressionlessly flicked away the small dragon whiskers that covered his eyes, and decided to remain mute.
It's really hard for my little junior sister, she's really getting better at telling lies with her eyes open.
Jiang Qingyu has become stronger and thicker-skinned.
He grabbed his soft cheeks and subconsciously felt a little more elastic.
Although he was very curious about the setting that the female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect and the Buddhist cultivator were always neighbors, Jiang Qingyu would never forget the purpose of standing on tiptoes to let her height of 1.63 meters shine.
With difficulty, she looked away from the exquisite sister Meixiu of the Hehuan Sect, and looked at the tall and gentle man in front of Tao Tao.
Frowning: So, the owner of Peach Blossom Island is actually a man?
In this setting, the voice of the owner of Peach Blossom Island is actually more feminine. When Xiaoyu listened to him, he always felt that he was just a beautiful sister with a neutral voice.
(End of chapter)
