"What just happened?"
Standing in a large pit full of rough gravel, Liu Jinyuan was covered in tatters, with a few strips of cloth hanging on his thin body like a rib, revealing a few pieces of fair or dirty skin, with a dirty face. Xi's face was dull, like a fool.
After he and Ah Si collided together just now, they were as if they were flying in the clouds, in an inexplicable trance, and it was very unreal.
If his memory hadn't been able to play back the scene clearly, he wouldn't have believed it was true.
"cousin"
Lin Yueru trotted into the venue. After bowing respectfully to Cao Yi, she took two steps in three steps and arrived at the edge of the pit.
When Liu Jinyuan heard Lin Yueru's voice, he got out of his dazed state, and struggled to climb up from the pit under the speechless eyes of the monks.
"hand"
Lin Yueru reached out to hold Liu Jinyuan's hand, her voice as gentle as water.
Liu Jinyuan was stunned for a moment, and then his heart was filled with joy. This was the first time since childhood that his cousin was so gentle to him. Immediately, he put his hand into Lin Yueru's.
It's been a long time since I've seen that kind of moist feeling with a touch of sweat's unique smoothness.
When his body was pulled up and he was face to face with his cousin, Liu Jinyuan felt as if his soul was floating.
Lin Yueru took out her sweaty hand from Liu Jinyuan's, looked at Liu Jinyuan with appreciative and moved eyes for a while, and said, "Cousin, thank you this time."
Liu Jinyuan couldn't help it for a moment, and blurted out what was in his heart: "I will do anything for you."
There was a burst of booing at the scene.
"Cousin, you!"
No matter how fierce her temper was, Lin Yueru was still a young girl who had not yet left the court. She immediately blushed like a big red cloth. He suddenly stepped on Liu Jinyuan's foot, then ran away covering his face.
Liu Jinyuan took a breath of pain, and then a fool-like smile appeared on his face.
At the scene, the noise became even louder.
Cao Yi, who was sitting behind the desk, was speechless. Once something as trivial as a man and a woman was involved, a monk would no longer look like a monk.
Suddenly, a voice sounded: "Someone just said that if the scholar wins, he will swallow feces. There is another one who wants to swallow it together. Come out and fulfill your promise."
The scene became noisy again.
The live performance of monks swallowing feces has not been heard of for hundreds or thousands of years, let alone today.
Cao Yi noticed the two monks in the corner and quietly left the venue, smiling and shaking his head.
"Look, those two guys ran away"
Someone discovered them.
"Don't leave, come back and swallow shit"
"Catch them back. I have never seen anyone swallow feces in my life."
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The crowd booed and some even chased him out.
The two monks were frightened and ran away without a trace.
Cao Yi coughed lightly, and because he used the power of his soul, he directly suppressed all the sounds.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
Cao Yi looked at Little Tianzun and said with a smile: "Little Tianzun won't pursue Miss Lin's matter, right?"
"No further investigation"
Little Tianzun said four words in a stiff tone.
Ever since he was little, he has always made others look bad.
This time it was actually the other way around.
Cao Yi nodded, and the smile on his face disappeared, "Next, Pindao will have to settle with you the matter of your slighting Shushan just now."
Little Tianzun suddenly stood up, with flying black hair and sharp eyes, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Penglai Immortal Sect is not weaker than Shushan. In the past hundred years, Shushan has been experiencing constant civil strife, but Penglai has developed rapidly. Under this situation, Penglai's power has surpassed Shushan, the nominal leader in the world. Therefore, Little Tianzun is a bit more Don't be afraid of Cao Yi either.
"Ling'er, how many moves have you had with Little Tianzun?"
Cao Yi said lightly.
For someone of Xiao Tianzun's level, there is no need for him to do it himself.
Zhao Ling'er, who was sitting with Li Xiaoyao and chatting with each other, stood up when he heard Cao Yi's words.
In an instant, it was like a noble and holy white water lotus blooming in the wind.
In an instant, hundreds of eyes came over, some were curious, some were amazed, and some were jealous (limited to some female monks).
Little Tianzun didn't expect Cao Yi to let a girl who was top notch in appearance and temperament fight against him, and was a little confused for a moment.
Zhao Ling'er moved lightly and came to the center of the venue. Under the attention of everyone, she remained as calm as water.
This is not a pretense of indifference, this is the indifference created by the uncontested living environment of Fairy Island.
This kind of plainness, almost cold and arrogant, coupled with Zhao Ling'er's appearance and temperament, is particularly charming.
Many people cast envious and jealous glances at Li Xiaoyao, who was close to Zhao Linger.
However, Li Xiaoyao was not low-key at all. In front of everyone, he said in a very gentle and caring tone: "Sister Ling'er, be careful."
Zhao Ling'er turned around and smiled brightly, while Wanhua felt sad.
"Brother Xiaoyao, Ling'er will be fine."
"The cabbage was so good that the pigs got it."
A monk who was not good-looking and a little fat said with a jealous look on his face.
Many monks agreed and looked at the fat monk with strange eyes.
Behind the scenes, even Little Tianzun, who was favored by thousands of people in Penglai, felt a little moved when he looked at Zhao Ling'er, who was incomparable in splendor.
He even came up with a plan to snatch Zhao Ling'er away from Li Xiaoyao.
Zhao Ling'er, who didn't know Little Tianzun's plan, raised her delicate fists in front of her body and said in a clear and sweet voice, "Little Tianzun, please"
Little Tianzun originally did not intend to use too powerful magical powers out of pity for her, but when he glanced at Zhao Ling'er with the Silver Eyes of the God of War as usual, he quickly changed his mind.
Zhao Ling'er's thin and frail body contained a powerful force that was not much weaker than him.
In addition, he may be a direct disciple of the mysterious master Cao Yi, and he is very likely to have some powerful magical powers.
If he takes it lightly, he might make a fool of himself again.
"Go to the sky and fight!"
The little Tianzun turned into a divine rainbow and rushed up to the sky.
Zhao Ling'er also rushed into the blue sky.
The two faced each other across a distance of hundreds of thousands of meters.
Little Tianzun stretched out a hand expressionlessly.
A ball of light the size of a bead appeared on the white palm of his hand, and there were constant lightning and thunder inside.
As time passed, it expanded bit by bit, and the thunder and lightning contained inside became more and more terrifying.
"It's the palm thunder of Penglai Immortal Sect. It is said to come from the God Realm."
A monk spoke up.
More than ten voices followed.
After a few cases, Cao Yi roughly knew about this so-called palm thunder.
It comes from the divine realm and is said to have been created by the Emperor of Heaven. Its power is either stronger or weaker depending on the cultivation level of the caster or the divine object he possesses.
Needless to say, it is the weakest, but the strongest can hit millions and tens of millions of thunders, destroying the heavenly tribulation, destroying the small thousand worlds, and severely injuring high-level immortals.
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