Qin Jian was very disdainful, with a sneer on his face, and said, "Emperor level master? Don't think that you are the only one who has reached the emperor level, hey..."
At the same time, the aura of the emperor-level master also appeared towards Qin Jian, directly facing Qin Zhirou's aura.
Soon, the two momentums collided, and they were evenly matched...
"You... how is it possible? You have already reached the emperor level cultivation level? This is unscientific." Qin Zhirou's face was full of shock. She never dreamed that Qin Jian is now at the emperor level cultivation level?
"What on earth is going on? This guy was just a waste a few months ago, but in just a few months, his cultivation has reached the imperial level? This is really unbelievable.
"Qin Zhirou finally felt a little confused.
At this time, Qin Jian's cold voice rang out, "Don't you call yourself a genius? Haha, didn't you say that in your eyes, I will always be just a waste? Now, I, a waste, can actually be with you.
You compare me to this, I wonder what you, a genius, are thinking in your heart?"
Qin Jian's words were full of ridicule.
"Remember, genius is not yours. In the entire Shenwu Continent, there are countless geniuses who are better than you. But you are so proud and arrogant. You are just a frog in the well. There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.
Do you, the light of a firefly, dare to compete with the sun and the moon? This is simply a joke."
Every word Qin Jian said fell into Qin Zhirou's ears very clearly.
As for Qin Zhirou, she only felt that her face was burning and she felt very uncomfortable...
Qin Jian glanced at Qin Zhirou again and said, "Let's meet again at the sect competition."
After that, Qin Jian stopped talking nonsense, turned around, and left slowly and slowly. The long sword on his back was particularly conspicuous...
Looking at Qin Jian's back, Qin Zhirou gritted her teeth and thought to herself, "Qin Jian, you bastard, if you are above the competition in the sect, I will definitely kill you, I will definitely..."
Qin Zhirou has murderous intentions towards Qin Jian.
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This encounter with Qin Zhirou was just a small episode for Qin Jian, and Qin Jian didn't take it seriously.
Qin Jian returned to the side room and continued his crazy training...
…
Today is a very important day for the Qin family, because... today is the day for Qin Jian’s sect competition that takes place every ten years, and every child of the Qin family is gearing up to win the sect competition.
In comparison, achieve better results.
Of course, among all the disciples in the sect, Qin Zhirou, Qin Zhengjun, and Qin Xiaobin have become the most dazzling figures in the Qin family, because these three people have now reached the imperial level.
Qin Zhirou, in particular, has even reached the third level of imperial cultivation, leaving the disciples of the Qin family far behind and superior.
All the disciples gathered Qin Zhirou and three other people in the middle like stars holding the moon...
"Huh? Where is Qin Jian? You didn't see Qin Jian?" Suddenly, a disciple of Qin Jian said.
"Is that trash? He doesn't have the guts to come to the competition today, right?" Another disciple of the Qin family said.
The last time, Qin Jian and Qin Zhaoran fought in a life-and-death battle, showing their prowess. However, many Qin family disciples were practicing outside and did not come back until recently. Therefore, in the eyes of most Qin family disciples, Qin Jian is still
That trash.
But when Qin Zhirou heard the words "Qin Jian", her body trembled without any trace. She didn't know why, but Qin Zhirou became vaguely uneasy in her heart.
"Look, the useless Qin Jian is here."
Suddenly, a voice said.
Immediately, everyone's eyes turned towards the intersection, and they saw a young man, dressed in black, with a heavy sword on his back, walking in this direction slowly and slowly.
The young man's figure looked so lonely in the eyes of everyone.
Although the boy was only seventeen years old, everyone felt that this person was like an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
"You're a pretentious guy, and you're carrying a sword?" someone muttered in a low voice.
"A waste, how can he be so pretentious? This is the rhythm of seeking death." Someone else echoed in a low voice.
At this time, Qin Jian had already walked closer. He just glanced at the two people indifferently, then walked to the side and sat down quietly. Qin Jian did not intend to argue with these two people, because there was no one at all.
That's necessary.
Let me ask, if ants and elephants clamor, will the elephants care about the ants?
However, Qin Jian's behavior fell into the eyes of those Qin family disciples. They thought Qin Jian was afraid, so they became even more arrogant.
One after another, the descendants of the Qin family arrived one by one.
After a while, on the seats on the high platform in front, senior members of the Qin family also arrived and sat down one after another. The head of the Qin family, Qin Song, sat quietly in the middle, with a look on his face.
A faint smile...
At this time, Qin Song was very proud of himself.
You must know that now he is the head of the family, and his daughter is the leader of the next generation. In this sect competition, Qin Song believes that his daughter will definitely get the first place and become the head of the Qin family.
The next generation of successors...
By then, his position in Qin Jian will be more stable.