As soon as she saw Jiang Zicheng's eyes that suddenly brightened up, and Mu Jiuke who was almost unable to hold him down in his arms, Feng Qingwu had a paralyzed face. Even the gentle mask that he had been wearing all along could not be suppressed at this moment. I can't stand it anymore.
"Master Zhou, be careful what you say."
"……All right."
Zhou Luo shrugged his shoulders, turned around and left, but after he turned around, he muttered in a low voice: "I'm not wrong..."
Mu Jiuke: "Listen, listen to what this guy is saying?!"
Even Jiang Zicheng couldn't help but come closer. After confirming that Zhou Luo had left, he looked at Feng Qingwu cautiously: "Um... Senior Sister, just tell me what happened between you and Mr. Zhou. ?”
"Shit, nothing happened to them, that guy is sick!"
After holding Mu Jiuke down in his arms, Feng Qingwu looked helplessly at Jiang Zicheng and said, "When I was famous, he was just a loser. Now that I'm down and out, he's a big shot."
"I have no relationship with him. We are just acquaintances."
Jiang Zicheng didn't know whether he believed it or not, but he nodded very hard anyway.
Seeing this, Feng Qingwu sighed softly, and suddenly felt that Zhou Luo might be a more troublesome existence than that fighting madman Song Jinxi. If he had known that he should have avoided it in Xuancheng. .
When she thought of this, Feng Qingwu couldn't help but sigh.
"I regret it..."
"Regret, regret for what?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly broke in.
Feng Qingwu subconsciously raised his head and saw a group of disciples gathered around. The leader was Yue Mingshi who just wanted to show off but made a fool of himself.
She stared closely at Feng Qingwu, the emotions in her eyes changing unpredictably.
"Sister, don't you have an explanation for us?"
"What explanation?"
Hearing this, Feng Qingwu laughed softly. He glanced around at the disciples and suddenly laughed louder: "What explanation should I give you? Is it to explain why someone came to challenge you and still lost?"
"You didn't lose, Junior Sister Yue won!"
One of the disciples retorted loudly.
Unexpectedly, Feng Qingwu just raised his eyebrows slightly: "Really, but among the younger generation, only Yue Mingshi has stepped forward. In other words, the highest level of the younger generation of Tianxuan Sect is Yue Mingshi, right? Bar?"
"Then do you know who Han Jin is?"
"He is now in the foundation building stage. He can indeed be regarded as one of the first batch of geniuses, but - he is not a top figure. He cannot compare to his master Zhou Luo, nor to Song Jinxi of the Holy Sword Sect."
"The number one in Tianxuan Sect who was pushed out by you just inexplicably won the second and third place of others, but he still feels very honored?"
Upon hearing this, the shocked disciple turned pale.
But Yue Mingshi asked directly: "At least I stood up, senior sister, but at such a critical moment, where were you?"
"How did you win? You didn't have any idea?"
Feng Qingwu smiled gently, but the words she spoke were like sharp steel knives piercing deeply into Yue Mingshi's heart. She froze in place, holding on and not retreating, but her eyes suddenly dimmed. .
"Sister, what do you mean?"
"What's the meaning?"
Feng Qingwu chuckled, walked past Yue Mingshi, and sneered: "I think you are quite interesting, everyone."
"I spoiled you too well back then, and I crippled the entire Tianxuan Sect. That's why you are now only at the eighth level of the Foundation Stage, and yet you all praise her so much. high."
She paused and suddenly chuckled: "I still treat you like you. At least you can set your sights higher. You can't look down on the Nascent Soul stage, but you can look down on the Transformation stage."
"Why are you holding the foundation building stage now?"
These words almost crushed Yue Mingshi into the dust. Her expression suddenly changed and became particularly ugly. The moment Feng Qingwu walked around, she took Feng Qingwu's hand: "Senior Sister, you Too much."
"Now that you've become like this, do you still look down on us? Why is Zhou Luo willing to sell you this face? It's just because of your past achievements and cultivation, but why do you think you are stronger than me?"
Yue Ming Shi originally wanted to trample Feng Qingwu under his feet.
Naturally, he was very dissatisfied with the obvious ridicule in Feng Qingwu's words.
But when she heard Yue Mingshi's words, Feng Qingwu laughed softly, and her eyes fell lightly on Yue Mingshi's hand holding hers: "At least I still have a glorious past, but you seem... "
"I can only hold onto my current embarrassment and have nothing."
Feng Qingwu's words directly brought Yue Mingshi back to the embarrassing situation just now. In front of everyone, she didn't even have the strength to stand up in front of Zhou Luo, let alone... draw her sword. to attack.
When looking at Feng Qingwu, Yue Mingshi couldn't hide the emotion in her eyes. When Feng Qingwu pushed her hand away again——
"how about you?"
"I am indeed embarrassed, but you are just relying on that little face!"
Hearing Yue Mingshi's aggressive words, Jiang Zicheng couldn't help but frown and said coldly: "Junior sister Yue, no matter what, this time Zhou Luo can be said to have slapped the entire young generation of Tianxuan Sect in the face."
"If Senior Sister hadn't stood up in the end, or if it weren't for Senior Sister's status in Zhou Luona, and based on Zhou Luo's identity and character, why would he apologize to us or even be polite?"
"This is the last face of the Tianxuan Sect."
The more Jiang Zicheng continued talking, the more unreasonable he felt that Yue Ming's poem was. Even the disciples who looked at Feng Qingwu with reproachful eyes felt incredible to him, and he understood why Feng Qingwu didn't want to appear.
Such disciples can be called a pack of white-eyed wolves!
They sucked Feng Qingwu's blood like moths, but they were never grateful.
And Yue Mingshi didn't expect that when all the disciples were on his side, there would be someone from Jiang Zicheng who was willing to stand up and speak to Feng Qingwu. He even refuted him first when Feng Qingwu didn't speak. .
This made Yue Mingshi, who had regarded Tianxuan Sect as his treasure, particularly uncomfortable. His eyes darkened slightly, and he turned to Jiang Zicheng: "What did you say?"
"Isn't it true? Did I say something wrong?"
Jiang Zicheng shot back without caring.
Hearing this, the emotion in Yue Mingshi's eyes deepened.
Feng Qingwu, who didn't care at first, changed her eyes after hearing Jiang Zicheng's words, as if she was a little surprised. Originally, she didn't care about Yue Mingshi's provocation, and even planned to leave directly.
but--
When she noticed that Yue Mingshi turned her anger towards Jiang Zicheng because of Jiang Zicheng's words, Feng Qingwu paused in her steps. The moment Yue Mingshi was about to step forward, she held the Liufeng sling on her waist with her backhand. sword.
"well……"
"Jiang Zicheng, retreat."
