Cao Yi turned his head, ignoring the obstacles in his sight.
A few miles away, a group of people had just come up from the other side of the Golden Dome. Some of them had just seen each other not long ago, including Liu Jinyuan, the top scholar in Jinke, Lin Nantian, leader of the Southern Wulin League, and his daughter Lin Yueru.
In addition, there are a hundred or so people in the martial arts world who have never been masked. According to the level of martial arts training, most of them are super masters.
The ones who brought them up were Li Xiaoyao, Zhao Ling'er and a few ordinary Shushan disciples. They didn't expect to be criticized by so many monks when they came up. They were all stunned on the spot.
"To put it bluntly, do people in the martial arts world understand what we are talking about?"
"That's right, if you want to support people in the martial arts world, just give them some pills."
"The most ridiculous thing is the mortal who looks like a scholar. He is as thin as skin and bones. His steps are sloppy and he may not even have the strength to tie a chicken."
…
Among the pavilions and pavilions, voices of dissatisfaction can be heard endlessly.
Cao Yi noticed that the people speaking were all monks with poor cultivation.
Not to mention those monks with advanced cultivation, even those with a slightly higher cultivation level observe the ears, nose and mind, just like an old Buddha meditating.
"These monks with average cultivation can make a sense of presence among martial arts people and ordinary people."
Cao Yi felt funny in his heart.
"Whatever noise you are making, please shut up, Miss."
A girl in red, with skin as good as snow and an air of heroism between her brows, stood up with her hands on her hips.
The pavilions and pavilions that were originally full of dissatisfaction suddenly became much quieter. A pair of searching eyes looked towards the girl in red.
The girl in red is none other than Lin Yueru.
Being watched by so many people, Lin Yueru didn't know whether it was because of her anger or because of her temperament. She said loudly and fearlessly: "What's so great about monks? Why should you look down on us martial arts people? Who is not born strong? You guys?" Some of these people dare to say that they did not get there by relying on pills, some of them did not get lucky and picked up heavenly materials and earthly treasures, met masters, and some of them were not ancestors but mortals."
Not only did these words render the low-cultivation monks speechless, but many of the high-cultivation monks also had strange expressions on their faces.
"Also, some of them were not born with good fetuses!"
Lin Yueru said again.
The daughter of the dignified leader of the Southern Wulin League said that others were just giving birth to a good child.
Cao Yi felt a strange feeling in his heart.
"Yueru, you are too presumptuous and you are not going back."
Lin Nantian, the leader of the Southern Wulin Alliance, was almost stunned by his fierce daughter.
In the Southern Wulin, he, Lin Nantian, was a well-known figure. If his daughter got into any trouble, people would take his identity into account and would not see him in the same light as his daughter.
This is a monastic conference where the world's monastic masters gather. Anyone can crush him to death, let alone his daughter.
Even if he couldn't take action at the monastic conference because of his status and Shushan, what happened afterwards?
"father"
Lin Yueru's pretty face showed a look of grievance. It was obvious that these monks looked down on them first, but she refuted them later without saying anything too extreme. How could it be her fault?
"No need to say more, quickly apologize to all the immortals."
Lin Nantian's face fell completely.
"No apology"
Lin Yueru lost her temper and turned her face away angrily.
"you"
Lin Nantian made a move to beat Lin Yueru.
"Uncle, wait a minute, my cousin didn't do anything wrong."
Liu Jinyuan on the side mistakenly thought that Lin Nanzhen was really going to hit Lin Yueru, and quickly intervened to stop him.
"You have no place to speak here."
Lin Nantian used the same force as the boy to repel him and shook him.
Liu Jinyuan was still some distance away from being unable to restrain a chicken, so he couldn't resist Lin Nantian and sat down on the ground on the spot.
"Hahaha……"
A burst of laughter came from the pavilions.
"You, alas"
Looking at his nephew sitting on the ground with a painful expression, Lin Nantian felt distressed and angry.
Today's world is obviously a prosperous age of martial arts, but my aunt's family only allows my nephew to study and take the first prize exam. He passed the first prize exam, but his body is not as good as that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old street boy.
"cousin"
Lin Yueru quickly bent over to help Liu Jinyuan.
The latter stood up with a grin on his face.
"Cousin, are you okay?"
Lin Yueru asked distressedly while patting the dust on Liu Jinyuan's butt with her small hands.
Although she didn't really like this cousin who was eager to fall down when the wind blew and had a quieter temper than a woman, her cousin was not the same, and he fell down because of her.
"Cousin, I, I'm fine"
A smile appeared on Liu Jinyuan's face. This was the first time that he was treated so tenderly and kindly by his cousin, and his heart was so beautiful that he almost bubbled with beauty.
Naturally, Lin Yueru didn't know what Liu Jinyuan was thinking. She was filled with anger towards her father at the moment. She turned to look at Lin Nantian, her eyebrows raised and she said: "Dad, you know that your cousin is in poor health, yet you still use such a big penis?" strength."
Lin Nantian showed the characteristic wry smile of his old father.
"Cousin, don't blame uncle, he did it unintentionally."
Liu Jinyuan hurriedly explained to Lin Nantian, speaking softly, like a girl who never leaves the house.
"Cousin, can you stop speaking in such a girly tone!"
Lin Yueru's just-sparked fondness for Liu Jinyuan disappeared as he began to persuade her.
"I don't have any girly side in me."
Liu Jinyuan was not self-conscious at all.
"Hahaha……"
The laughter in the pavilions began again.
"Why are you laughing, you are a bunch of fools!"
Lin Yueru turned her anger toward the pavilions and made a loud voice.
The laughter suddenly became sparse.
"Little girl, for the sake of your youth, I don't have the same knowledge as you. It doesn't mean that you can be the same as you."
A voice that was bone-chilling sounded.
"Little Tianzun is right, there is neither big nor small."
"This girl must be spoiled, and she doesn't know how high the world is."
…
The monks all echoed in agreement.
Cao Yi took a look at the little Tianzun. He was very young, his eyes were extremely sharp, his complexion was almost pathologically fair, his black hair was disheveled, and his figure was very majestic.
On the way here, the Sword Master passed on a spiritual thought. It mentioned that this little Tianzun came from Penglai Xianmen, which is said to have a lot of support in the immortal world and the divine world, and has always wanted to challenge the dominance of Shushan Sword Immortal Sect in the world. He is the youngest son of Penglai Tianzun, the number one master of Penglai Xianmen, and he is very popular. .
He has excellent talent. He is less than twenty years old, and his cultivation has reached a very high level. He is firmly on the throne of the young generation of the current generation.
His extremely high status and cultivation ahead of his contemporaries made him very conceited and arrogant.
Normally, a person with this kind of personality would not be as familiar with Lin Yueru. Unless there is any special purpose.
"you"
Lin Yueru's chest rose and fell violently, and her face turned red, but she did not say any more offensive words.
