Ling Ye frowned and let go in a moment.

The water does not flow into the outsiders' fields. The disciples in the sect are better than Ye Bingran, and it's better if the junior brother likes it.

Chen Liuxiang was staring at Ling Ye's scalp and felt numb. He felt that he had any misunderstandings when he was about to explain, but he heard a voice "Master" from outside the door.

His fingertips shook and his robe fell to the ground.

Ling Ye put this scene in his eyes and sighed in his heart. Is the junior brother missing him again? If he can't ask for it this time, don't be crazy anymore.

He turned around, blocked Zhou Xuanlan's way, blocked his sight into the house, "Is the lottery over?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "The disciple's opponent is Zhao Qi."

Ling Ye nodded: "Zhao Qi is in the late stage of foundation building and you must not underestimate the enemy."

Zhou Xuanlan responded, his eyes fell behind him, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

At this time, a dog ran out of the house, "This breath..."

Ao Yue didn't stop and ran straight to the threshold, squatting on the ground and staring at the eyes.

After regaining his sight, he saw a boy in black, looked at him with his eyes down, and his dark eyes showed a chill, "Is it you want to kill Master?"

Ao Yue was creepy and immediately retreated to the room, curled up and shivered.

This is clearly an existence in the prehistoric period. It shouldn't have been extinct long ago, so why does it still exist in the world...

On the eve of the eighth and fourteenth, Shen Liuji went out for a walk. Ao Yue and he whimpered for a while, "I want to see Su Zhenren."

What a love-infatuated dog.

The sinking sound was quite touched. He looked down at the gray wings that had just grown on the dog's back, "Fly up and show me, I'll take you there."

Ao Yue dared not speak out. For the sake of the white moonlight in her heart, she flapped her wings desperately, and a small wind whirled around her, and her small body gradually flew up.

Seeing the exclamation in the sound of the sound of the sound of the water, Ao Yue snorted lightly, and was about to speak, his wings were sour and fell on a pile of dead leaves.

The sinking sound couldn't help laughing: "It's not as high as my knees."

"Don't laugh, can you run away in the past few months?" Ao Yue shook her nose lightly, never so aggrieved, "When I recover my true body, I will soar into the sky."

"Very good, I'll sit on your back then." Chen Liuxiang picked him up and walked towards Huannan Peak.

"It is impossible. I will be kind not to kill you by then."

The bottom of Fantasy South Peak.

A disciple stood beside Su Baiche, with a short dagger hanging around his waist and a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows.

While the two talked, the disciple blushed slightly.

The sound of the sinking sound recognizes people.

Ling Yue’s apprentice, Ling Zifan.

His eyes lit up, as if he saw thousands of spirit stones, and his lips smiled and walked away.

When Ling Zifan saw him, he instantly turned black and took a big step in front of Su Baiche. "What's wrong with the Immortal Lord coming to Huannan Peak late at night?"

He admired Su Baiche and hated the sound of bullying the real people everywhere. He only regretted that he was not strong enough to protect the real people.

Ao Yue hid behind the big tree, drooped her head and used her claws to tilt the trunk.

This appearance of his is absolutely not visible to the real person. He can only take a sneak peek at the pain of lovesickness, hoping that the evil ghost and immortal king will not offer him.

"I'm just having nothing to do, just stroll around." Chen Liuxiang said, and turned his head, "Are you sure to fight against Xiao Wen tomorrow?"

Ling Zifan frowned.

He and Shen Liuxiang have never had any intersection. What does the sudden concern mean? Do you want to be the face of Su Zhenren to sow discord?

He snorted softly, with a contemptuous smile on his face, "I don't care about the immortal king, Xiao Wen is only in the middle stage of foundation building. I will defeat him within ten moves."

Shen Liuji nodded: "That's good."

Seeing Ling Zifan so proud, he felt relieved. The more proud he was, the more he fell, the more he fell.

You will be the one who will be upset tomorrow.

Now most of the disciples in the sect are overwhelming Ling Zifansheng. He just waited for this day and borrowed hundreds of spirit stones to defeat Xiao Wensheng.

"You are one of the best among disciples, I'm not worried at all." Su Baiche spoke, looking at Ling Zifan with gentle eyes, "But in the competition, be careful not to be injured."

After being reminded and trusted like this, Ling Zifan's heart was almost melted and he said in a daze: "Don't worry, the disciple will live up to your hopes. Xiao Wen will be defeated within seven moves!"

Touched ~ Tears ~

The sound of the sound of the sinking sound wished he could applaud. It would be better to praise a few more words to make Ling Zifan more comfortable so that his plan to get rich will be more stable.

The square held four competitions today. Ling Zifan's game had already begun. Chen Liuxiang found his apprentice and gave a few symbolic words.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, Zhou Xuanlan looked at the competition venue from time to time, "Who are you looking at?"

The sinking blinked: "Money Tree."

The disciples surrounded the competition stage were filled with excitement.

"Why is Ling Zifan going to lose?"

"How is it possible? Xiao Wen is recognized as the weakest among the eight people, and he is in the middle stage of foundation building."

"Oh my God, the spirit stones I bet on Ling Zifan will not be gone."

"Oh no, I forgot about this, I bet a hundred spirit stones."

"I, I bet Xiao Wensheng, ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Ling Yue, who was standing by the competition platform, stared at the venue indifferently, and counted down ruthlessly: "Ten, nine, eight..."

Ling Zifan was in pain all over his body. Xiao Wen strangled his neck and pressed it to the ground. He couldn't move, but his eyes could only turn.

He was anxious to realize the Haikou that was praised in front of Su Baiche, and defeated Xiao Wen within seven moves. Unexpectedly, he revealed his flaws and was beaten down without even notice.

Hearing the anger around him, Ling Zifan blushed and showed an embarrassing expression, feeling unprecedented shame.

He turned his eyes and thought to himself, what should I do if Zhenren Su sees him in such a miserable state?

Thinking of this, he suddenly met a pair of cold eyes. His master seemed to be looking at the ants on the roadside, "Three, two, one... Ling Zifan was defeated."

Ling Zifan's mind was shocked and his mind was in a mess.

"Immortal Lord, I'm making a fortune!" Wu Zhi shook the storage bag, his mouth almost burst into laughter, "A total of ten thousand spirit stones, hahaha."

"I'll be seven and three of you." Shen Liuyun calmed down on the surface, and was already laughing wildly in his heart.

The share of the profit earned by starting a gambling game, plus the three thousand spirit stones that he had increased ten times, he got rich overnight ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.

"That's natural," Wu Zhi hurriedly handed the storage bag, "but I'm afraid that the subsequent competition will not be so easy to make."

The disciples who entered the semi-finals had no huge difference in strength, and it was no surprise that anyone won or lost, and there was no upset.

Shen Liuying unbuttoned the storage bag, reached in, grabbed it with intoxication, and the hard and cold touch was just like a spirit stone!

"No need to pay attention to the semi-finals." When the finals are over, you will get another big one.

In the novel, the two disciples in the final are consistent with everyone's expectations, Zhou Xuanlan and Lingmushan.

When the two fought, Zhou Xuanlan made an inexplicable mistake and was knocked to the ground by Lingmushan. Just when everyone thought Zhou Xuanlan was about to lose, a gentle and firm call came from the elder's seat.

It is the encouragement of Su Zhenren’s love!

Instantly, Zhou Xuanlan broke out in the microcosm, defeating Lingmushan to win the top of the list, and the relationship between the two took a big step.

Although Chen Liuxiang thought that his apprentice had no special feelings for Su Baiche, he particularly believed that this scene would happen because the protagonist's halo was so unreasonable!

He made up his mind to defeat Zhou Xuanlan and prepare to double it by five or six times.

In order to confuse everyone's judgment, Chen Liuxiang tried his best to use some small tricks, making the disciples think that Zhou Xuanlan would definitely be inferior to Lingmu Mountain.

Lingmushan slashed down with a sword, and his ordinary move only made the weeds on the roadside move.

The sound of the sinking sound suddenly jumped out and clapped, "My nephew's move seems simple and unpretentious, but in fact it contains boundless secrets. If I fight with me, I will not dare to take it lightly."

Lingmushan: "?"

He just waved his sword casually. Is it so powerful?

Several disciples who were practicing next to him quickly cast their eyes and pricked up their ears.

I saw Chen Xianjun walking to the side of the road, leaning over and picking a weed, sighing: "It is easy to cut off the weeds, but it is difficult to protect it under the sword. My nephew's previous sword was extremely powerful, but he perfectly avoided the small grass. I feel ashamed of the control of sword energy!"

The disciples around were shocked and spread the news throughout the sect in a moment.

"The big news, Lingmushan has realized the infinite mystery, and Zhou Xuanlan is not afraid of it."

"Immortal Chen is ashamed of his own. There is no doubt that such strength is the top of the list."

"The Immortal Lord is so optimistic about Lingmu Mountain? Oh no, I defeated Zhou Xuanlan yesterday."

"Change quickly, there is still a chance."

These words reached Zhou Xuanlan's ears, and he was stunned for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable.

It turns out that the master has disappeared recently, so he went to watch Lingmu Mountain practice. Do you really think he is not as good as Lingmu Mountain...
To be continued...