After hearing this concerned greeting, Deng Qingyan's eyes turned red. He was used to being helpless and licked his wounds alone after every battle. He had never been cared for.

He just kept bent and snorted, "It's not only okay, but he can beat you ten more."

Mu Su was full of righteousness: "Then please come to my room tonight and let me learn some tips."

As he said that, he bent down and was about to pick up Deng Qingyan.

"No..." Deng Qingyan held Mu Su's arm and said in a low voice, with a few sick blush on her pale face after the fight.

Mu Su thought seriously. The previous copycat Shenluo Tianzheng used up all his spiritual power, but now his body is empty. If he doesn't pick it up at once, he will be embarrassed. He hugged her and found a cushion near the barrier to sit down.

Some strange eyes were heard around. No matter what, the pair of teenagers were too close...

Some of the close disciples turned around Deng Qingyan's face and understood the general idea, and threw themselves at Mu Su and smiled knowingly.

Mu Su looked unheard of it and sat down with Deng Qingyan. He immediately said in surprise: "What's wrong with your arm in Yingtai."

Then he pretended to scratch Deng Qingyan's palm inadvertently.

"It's okay, it's just that I can't use my strength before." Deng Qingyan didn't want Mu Su to worry too much, so she pretended not to care and waved her right arm. The pain caused her little face to wrinkle, and she also forgot what Mu Su meant by Yingtai.

How could Mu Su let the duck he got fly? He gently pulled it over, held the tender thigh and started kneading it.

Deng Qingyan struggled lightly for a few moments, and when she saw Mu Su refused to let go, she blushed and let him do whatever he wanted.

After touching for a while, Mu Su tried to get off the line, but he couldn't leave because he was not idle. It seemed that he couldn't pause the game to solve his physiological needs.

Not far away, Lin Qing'er and Lin Ao took all this into consideration.

They looked at each other and found that there was a surprise that could not be hidden in each other's eyes.

"I really couldn't imagine... I didn't expect it." Lin Ao smiled bitterly.

Lin Qing'er bit her pale lips lightly and stared at the intimate two people.

"There must be some misunderstanding. Maybe they are not what we imagined, and that boy might be..."

The man dressed as a woman and didn't say anything, but was interrupted by Lin Ao: "That's worse."

Lin Qing'er fell into silence.

Lin Ao raised his head and looked at the two people sitting side by side, with a faint sense of loss flashing through his eyes.

How great would it be if the person close to Lin Zhan was replaced by himself...

...

Um……?

Um???

Mu Su, who felt a chill inexplicably, raised his head and looked around in confusion.

A stick of incense passed away in a flash.

Deng Qingyan, who has recovered her basic ability to move, was helped up by Mu Su. His injury should not be on the court. But he did not want to give up this opportunity.

Next, the two will usher in their own battles.

At the same time, they belong to each other.

As the only registered disciple who showed his strength in the Qi Refining Realm, nearly half of his eyes were gathered at Mu Su's location.

The two stood opposite each other.

"I should have thought of it long ago." Deng Qingyan looked at Mu Su standing a few feet away, with a complicated tone.

He has paid too much to become stronger. He wants to enter the top ten and get the opportunity to become an outer disciple. But he doesn't want to attack Mu Su...

"It's not too late now." Mu Su looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of encouragement.

There is no doubt that he began to get sick. The theme this time was acting.

The more he did this, the more guilt Deng Qingyan felt. He buried his head and didn't dare to look at Mu Su: "Senior Brother Lin, I am actually..."

"I know." Mu Su interrupted his words softly.

"Do you know?" Deng Qingyan raised her head in shock.

"I knew it as early as the beginning."

Scenes of being together flashed through my mind. I remembered Lin Zhan’s intention to take advantage of the situation and couldn’t help but chuckle.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air, dissipating the negative emotions, his black eyes firmly, and his lips looked at Lin Zhan with a smile on his face.

"Please, Senior Brother Lin."

If life was just like the first meeting, he would finally look like he had started.

The deacon, who kindly waited for the two of them to finish speaking, looked at them.

"Lin Zhan starts with Deng Qingyan."

Deng Qingyan took a deep breath, looking calm and was about to admit defeat.

"I admit defeat."

Mu Su's voice resounded through the barrier.

The Baiyu Square scattered in an uproar.

Some disciples in other barriers turned their heads and looked in surprise.

In the barrier, Mu Su turned around and refused to look at Deng Qingyan, and stepped out of the barrier.

His voice slowly echoed in the barrier.

"I will not attack you anyway."

If I had become an actor, Leonardo would have had nothing to do with it.

Mu Su thought to himself, stepping out of the barrier.

But isn't it a bit stingy?

In short, Mu Su, who returned to the cucumber first, did not receive the expected hug. However, Deng Qingyan's attitude towards him changed significantly. She always secretly looked at Mu Su's side face. After Mu Su looked at him, Deng Qingyan pretended not to care and turned her face away.

No matter how you look at it, they are all characters who have successfully made the strategy. But the number of beauties in the task list is still 1.

In the next game, Mu Su used his old trick again, and immediately chose to admit defeat after the game began.

It is definitely not because the opponent is a graceful woman who admits defeat.

It was definitely not because she gave her frivolous eyes.

Mu Su, who had successfully admitted defeat, raised his head aloud and stared at the deacon: "I just admit defeat, I'm not happy, you'll beat me to death."

I don't know what he was fighting with the deacon.

In the end, Mu Su stopped in the top 100 with three wins and seven losses. Deng Qingyan successfully entered the top 10.

On the second day, a sect deacon appeared in Musumu House, distributed the robe tokens of outer disciples and took him to the outer disciple to report.

As a formal disciple of the Xianling Taizong, Mu Su's salary has been increased by several levels. Not only can he receive 500 low-grade spirit stones per month, but he can also listen to the teachings of the Golden Dan Yuanying Elder. He can also read the exercises at will on the first floor of the Xianling Pavilion.

Mu Su was really afraid that he would encounter any mysterious martial arts or fragments of martial arts in it, even if he met Lin Qing'er and tried hard to persuade him, he would not go there.

Lin Ao followed for some reason, and sneered at the side that he was proud of himself and did not learn martial arts, and Mu Suli ignored him.

Good news came from Qiuxian Mountain. Deng Qingyan ranked ninth. I think Mu Su would be able to see him at the outside door soon.

As the registered contest came to an end, Mu Su returned to his idle state. He did not practice. He ran around in the outer gate all day long, but he also liked to go to the forbidden area or formation. He either went to the Lingcao Garden to steal peaches or the Alchemy Hall to steal elixirs. He ran to the Lingqin Garden to watch the horses, and jumped down from the cliff if he had nothing to do.

Given that the sect was strictly guarded and the Qi Refining Realm was not enough to cause trouble, he was mostly allowed to leave after a few warnings. But he was so unique that his fame became public within a few days.

But at the same time, there are also many disciples who dislike him. Some think that he is corrupting the ranks, or angry at him for not fighting, or they are disgusted with his swagger.
Chapter completed!