One month may be relatively long in the eyes of mortals, but to people in the world of cultivation, it is just a blink of an eye. Soon, it will be the day of the Qianyuan Martial Arts Conference. The ancient clock on Tiandu Peak
, as this important day rang on time, the elders from each mountaintop had summoned their disciples to make final preparations and head towards Tiandu Peak.
The air in the morning was particularly fresh, with the unique fragrance of flowers and plants. The breeze blew through, and some flowers were swaying on the branches. Ning Zhiyang stood in the front yard and looked towards Tiandu Peak, seeming to be thinking about something.
Occasionally, a trace of nostalgia flashed through him. It was still early, and he didn't have many disciples, so he wouldn't be as busy as other mountain elders. Sun Ruolan stood beside him quietly with a smile in her eyes, as ethereal as an orchid in the empty valley, dressed in aqua blue.
The colorful dress made her look even more outstanding, as if a fairy had descended into the mortal world.
Suddenly, he saw Yun Feiyang emerge from nowhere, gleaming with white light, carrying a hanging white tiger on his back, rushing into the yard and jumping into the kitchen, shouting, Sun Ruolan couldn't help laughing, but Ning Zhiyang had blue veins on his forehead.
Jumping, I almost couldn't help but slap him with my hand. What time has it been? I still went to the kitchen without looking at what day it was. I turned around and looked at the three apprentices and five apprentices standing aside. Ning Zhiyang's face became even darker.
Already.
These two guys were very laid-back, with calm faces. One kept stuffing food into his mouth, as if he had been hungry for half a year, and the other was holding a wine gourd and sipping a small drink. From time to time, he would say one or two sour poems. Do you want it?
So calm, so many disciples were looking forward to the competition. When he saw a few people walking down the mountain path, Ning Zhiyang felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.
Ling Haotian came chirping from the path, followed by Qin Xiao and Ning Bufan. They both looked sluggish and had obviously not slept for several days. He was still running around at this time, so he stopped it.
Who are these disciples? He was too embarrassed to say it. It was too shameful. If he hadn't thought about the competition, Ning Zhiyang would have been ready to beat these disciples up. He said in a cold voice: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Go quickly."
Clean it up, do you still have to wait for me as my master? If you miss the time, I might skin you as my master."
"Oh!" The three of them still looked listless and staggered towards the courtyard. Ning Zhiyang was so angry that he began to wonder if it was a wrong decision to let his disciples go their own way. Look,
, none of them were formal, but fortunately, Ning Zhiyang looked at Ning Bugui who had been standing under the tree. His eldest son had never let him down.
Although Ning Bugui stood under the tree with a calm face, he had a fierce aura around him, and the sword behind his back whistled softly from time to time. It was obvious that he couldn't wait any longer.
After a while, all the disciples were ready. Seeing Qin Xiao carrying his pet piglet on his head, Ning Zhiyang glared at this useless disciple, held Sun Ruolan's hand and flew towards Tiandu Peak.
The long sword behind Ning Bugui came out of its sheath with a "choking" sound and fell into the air. With a pinch of magic, the long sword trembled slightly and became ten feet long. The wine gourd on Ji Tong's waist also flew out and turned into a huge
The gourd, this wine gourd turned out to be a magical weapon. Together, they carried the disciples of the Bamboo Sea lineage into the air and into the sky.
There were already crowds of people in the sky, and disciples flew from all directions to the top of the mountains from time to time. Some were carrying one or two people like them, and some stood up straight with arrogance and soared through the air with their swords, surging towards Tiandu Peak.
At this time, the scene was very spectacular. On the mountain stream, there were many disciples who did not know how to wield a sword and were rushing towards the Tiandu Peak.
The venue for the Qianyuan Martial Arts Competition is in the huge square in front of the Qianyuan Hall. At this time, the square is already bustling with people and bustling. Counting this, this is Qin Xiao's second time in this square. Looking from a distance from high altitude , the huge square is as far as the eye can see. The huge stone statue a hundred feet high stands majestically in the center of the square. Even though it is standing in the clouds, Qin Xiao still feels small.
As soon as they landed on the ground, they saw many eyes staring towards them, and someone shouted, "Senior Brother Ning is here!"
Immediately, many people came here, both men and women. Many male monks looked at Ning Bugui with admiration, and talked in detail about Ning Bugui's glorious experiences when he went down the mountain. Some female monks also implicitly said: Chao Ning Bugui glanced at them for a few times, and it seemed that they wanted to come up and talk to them, but were afraid of being ignored by Ning Bugui. Because of this dilemma, some disciples who were familiar with the Zhuhai lineage came up to talk to them.
"I didn't expect that senior brother with such an ice cube face would be so popular!" Qin Xiao smacked his tongue.
"Of course! My eldest brother is the most powerful!" Ning Bufan looked proud.
"Senior Brother has done a lot of great things during his training down the mountain. In addition, Senior Senior Brother shone in the competition with his cultivation at the Four Seas Realm last time in the Qianyuan Martial Arts Competition. In the world of cultivation, the strong have always been respected, and Senior Brother is popular as well. It's normal." Yun Feiyang said with a smile: "Don't look at the icy face that Senior Brother wears all day long, but there are many female cultivators who have secretly expressed their love for Senior Brother."
"It's strange that the way these monks look at Second Senior Brother is not right. Fourth Senior Brother, look at those female cultivators. Their eyes are full of hostility. Logically speaking, Second Senior Brother is so good-looking, so he should be very popular with female cultivators. Those male cultivators Xiu's eyes are even more strange, what's going on with that shocked and shy expression?"
Qin Xiao found that many female cultivators looked at Ling Haotian standing next to Ning Bugui with unfriendly eyes, which was very strange.
Yun Feiyang first glanced at Ling Haotian and saw that Ling Haotian was talking to another mountain disciple he was familiar with. He pulled Qin Xiao and whispered: "This is normal. When the second senior brother looks like this, he is definitely from our Chaoyang Sect." The natural enemies of all female disciples, those male cultivators, haha... It is normal for your eyes to straighten when you see such a beautiful person."
"Why?"
"Except for your senior brother, we all started relatively late and have no chance to show our faces in public. Your second senior brother is so good-looking. I think you will probably be looked at by women. A woman sees that other women are so far away from her idol. She is so close and so beautiful that it makes you want to commit suicide. It would be unreasonable not to be jealous."
"But the second senior brother is obviously a boy!" Qin Xiao became even more confused.
"It's even more disgusting if you are a man. Think about it. If you are a woman, you think you are pretty, but one day you find out that there is a man who is prettier than you. You will What's your reaction? The hatred value of Second Senior Brother is very good. The most important thing is that if you are a woman, you will find a husband who is better-looking than yourself. This is definitely not looking for a husband, but looking for an enemy. Come." Yun Feiyang said.
"That makes sense!" Qin Xiao nodded.
"If those male cultivators find out that the second senior brother is a boy, they will definitely want to penetrate their eyes." Yun Feiyang looked forward to it.
At this time, there was another commotion in the crowd, and they automatically dispersed to make way. Two people walked out of the crowd. These two people were Fu Yuchen, the head disciple who was familiar with Ning Bugui, and Ma Rulong, Fang He's disciple. Just as the two were about to say hello, they saw the long sword behind Ning Bugui's back in the scabbard "choking" and about to pop out. His aura became more and more fierce, his smile froze, Ma Rulong held his forehead and sighed: "Senior Brother Ning, the competition has not started yet. It’s starting, don’t go crazy now.”
Fu Yuchen always had a gentle temperament and a graceful demeanor. He smiled lightly and said, "Junior Brother Ning, please be patient. When the competition begins, Senior Brother, I will definitely have a vigorous battle with you."
Ning Bugui raised his hand to block the sword that was about to pop out back into the scabbard, a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes, "Looking forward to a battle!"
Ma Rulong shook his head repeatedly: "I can't look forward to it at all. The Human Emperor protects me from running into you by drawing lots. I don't want to compete with you, a fighting maniac. It's going to be very troublesome."
"Hee hee! Senior Brother Ma has no fighting spirit, be careful that Second Senior Uncle hears and skins you."
Everyone looked for a voice, and their eyes suddenly lit up. Three young women with extraordinary elegance and outstanding temperament came out of the crowd. The one who spoke was the woman in pink who stood in the center. Qin Xiao saw that the person coming had a big head, because among the three,
There happened to be his nemesis Feng Qing'er.
"Junior Sister Yu! Don't talk about me. If you go up against the fighting maniac Senior Brother Ning, you will also have a headache!" Ma Rulong didn't look embarrassed at all. Anyone like Ning Bugui would have a headache if he competed with him.
The woman in pink clothes smiled boldly, giving off a rather free and heroic feeling. She bowed slightly to Ning Bugui and said, "Junior sister's cultivation is still shallow. If I accidentally draw Senior Brother Ning during the competition, please show mercy to Senior Brother Ning."
Ning Bugui said quietly: "Junior sister is too modest!"
"Sister Yu, don't worry. If Brother Ning dares to bully you, I will definitely stand by your side." Feng Qing'er was still wearing a light blue skirt today. The bell around her waist rang softly from time to time with her movements, and her whole body was full of energy.
Full of girly youthful atmosphere.
"Girl, you only have eyes for your brother Ning. How can you see senior sister and me then?" the girl in pink said with a smile.
"How can I not! Senior Sister Yu, you don't believe me, I'm so sad!" Feng Qing'er pretended to be sad, turned her eyes to where Qin Xiao was standing, and immediately walked over.
"Qin Xiao, you're here too, but you didn't even say hello when you saw senior sister."
"Senior Sister Feng!" Seeing this little witch, Qin Xiao had no choice but to step forward and salute. The animal piglet jumped out of Qin Xiao's body and threw itself into Feng Qing'er's arms, causing Qin Xiao to curse. Fortunately
The little pig just rubbed it for a few times and then ran back, which comforted Qin Xiao a lot.
"You are here to watch the battle! Just wait and see how heroic Senior Sister and I are in the competition. Remember to cheer for Senior Sister and me." The fact that Qin Xiao has condensed the Dao Fei has not spread, so only a few people know that seeing Qin Xiao's
At that time, everyone thought Qin Xiao was just here to watch the battle. After listening to Feng Qing'er's words, Qin Xiao just remained silent and did not answer.
"I saw some senior sisters, let's go over there." The woman in red who had been silent suddenly spoke.
"There! Let's go quickly! I'll see you guys later!" Feng Qing'er rubbed the animal piggy's head a few times, turned around and ran in that direction with a jump. The girl in pink seemed to hesitate, and headed towards
The Zhuhai disciples took another look, but did not see the expectant eyes, and left sadly. Everyone looked at Ji Tong, who was standing silently aside, and saw that Ji Tong still had a calm face and was drinking by himself, as if he didn't notice at all.
Looking at the girl in pink, she sighed in her heart that the beauty's heart was about to be broken.
"Come here and laugh at me and then leave. It's so uninteresting." Ma Rulong said dissatisfied.
"Junior Brother Ma, please be satisfied. We are both disciples of the master. Senior brother, I am not bad at all, but I am ignored like this. The disciples of the fifth uncle are so popular." Fu Yuchen said helplessly.
In a moment, many more disciples came to wield swords. In addition to the disciples from the major mountains, there were also many disciples of the hidden elders, or special disciples such as the Baicao Hall of the Artifact Refining Hall. In addition to the familiar ones from Zhuhai, they came to say hello.
There were also many people who were dissatisfied after hearing about Ning Bugui's reputation and came to provoke him.