Such a straightforward rejection? Or in such a public place.
The embarrassment is understandable. The girl's face was as pale as a weak willow swaying in the strong wind.
"I was rude, so I'll take my leave."
The look of a beauty on the verge of tears always arouses pity, even if it is a little beauty who has not yet grown up.
"Ji Qing!"
"Yaoyao! Don't say too much, I have my own sense of discretion."
"Meow!"
The fat cat flicked its tail and gave Lu Leyao another butt bump.
Lu Leyao was sure that the fat guy was calling himself a fool.
He narrowed his eyes, just wait, he will definitely deal with this guy one day.
Then Jiang Xue was invited by several people to join their team. Isn't this an individual competition? Why should we form a team? Lu Leyao was very confused.
Look around and listen with your ears open, hoping to collect more information.
However, I received a lot of blank stares.
No one talked about the ladder to heaven at all, they only talked about her overestimating behavior in front of the mountain gate.
He also said that there was no question of whether she could get in or not, and she was so arrogant.
Damn it!
It seems that Miss Ji Qing does not want to accept the kindness of the beauty and has something to do with labor and management.
As if no one would roll their eyes.
cut!
Soon the Taiqing disciples in charge arrived, led by a middle-aged female cultivator with a cold face. Judging from the coercion emanating from her body, she must be a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
"I am Deacon Li of the First Hall of Wufeng, Taiqing Zong. Everyone obeys the order. The second level is the ladder to heaven."
Deacon Li looked around with cold eyes for a week, almost gritting his teeth and said, "Which one is Lu Leyao?"
The disciples next to him didn't dare to neglect him. They jumped to where Fat Yao was. He grabbed Fat Yao like a chicken and left. The person who came was practicing Qi Refining Perfection. Ji Qing didn't check for a while and let him succeed.
.
He flew up and chased after him.
Deacon Li was not easy to deal with. He unleashed his pressure and the invisible barrier pushed Ji Qing away, leaving no room for him.
Ji Qing fell to the ground and knelt down, vomiting blood.
The fat cat wasn't much better, but it still grinned and wanted to fight.
Ji Qing hurriedly took it back into her arms and put it into her Dantian, lowering her eyebrows to cover up all the sharpness.
"A worm shakes a tree! You don't overestimate your own capabilities."
Deacon Li had no intention of giving up at all, and Pang Yao felt very anxious.
"Senior, my skills are incredible! I and the juniors are just like ants on the roadside. If the juniors make mistakes, they must be open-minded and listen to your teachings. They will never dare to disobey you in the slightest."
Pang Yao smiled very flatteringly, but his cultivation level was just that much, so fighting hard would only add to his reputation.
If it doesn't help, it's better to be with a smiling face, even if it's flattery, as long as it can alleviate the current crisis and delay it for some time, it's good.
Others were happy when they saw Fat Yao's smiling face, but Deacon Li wanted to tear Fat Yao into pieces and pinched Fat Yao's face.
"Ants are just ants! They also want to get involved in my Taiqing."
"Junior Sister Li, are you still not satisfied with the competition just now? It's not a bad idea for me and you to fight again. A dignified Foundation-Building monk, please don't do that thing of bullying the small ones, which will make the disciples laugh!"
Lu Yuanniang came striding over with a sledgehammer on her shoulders.
The two of them faced each other like this, and their strong fighting spirit caused the spiritual energy around them to surge, causing all the young disciples to stagger around.
"Li Yu, take all the disciples up to the Stairway to Heaven, don't say anything!"
The person who came was an extraordinary and handsome male cultivator.
The female cultivator named Li Yu reluctantly left Pang Yao behind and led the disciples away.
"mother!"
Just now, Pang Yao was in the center of the storm. You can imagine how embarrassed he was. The two maids on his head were blown away. There were many wounds on his face and the skirt of his clothes was torn in many places.
"Stand still for me."
"Senior Lu, don't blame Yaoyao!"
The monks have the arrogance of monks, and Ji Qing is afraid that what Lu Leyao did just now will offend Lu Yuanniang.
In her previous life, Lu Yuanniang, the Iron Wall Vajra, relied on the Hongmeng Tyrant Technique passed down from her family to cultivate to the point where she became the Nascent Soul and became the invincible at the same level. Her arrogance was unparalleled in the world.
He has never been married in his life. That person once said that the Hongmeng Tyrant Technique is similar to the Buddhist Vajra Boy Technique.
One is to preserve the body of a child, and the other is that of a virgin. It is far from possible that she is the daughter of Senior Lu. What if she offends him?
Lu Yuanniang glanced sideways at Ji Qing.
This little girl is so mean-spirited, no wonder she and Zhui'er can urinate into the same pot.
"mother!"
This old woman looked like she had discovered a new world. Could it be that she had given up on Uncle Lin Moyang and was preparing to play with Ji Qing.
Don’t!
Lu Yuanniang fished Fat Yao over, carried it on her shoulders like a sack, and then threw a bottle of pills to Ji Qing.
"Think of the Peiyuan Pill for healing as my thank you for taking care of Zhui'er. You need to go up the ladder to heaven, so I won't go. Zhui'er and I are assigned to the Eighth Courtyard of Molten Peak. You have free time.
Come and find us."
Every mountain gate in the Canglan Realm has an unforgettable ladder to climb to the sky. This one in Taiqing is even more outrageous. It is said that once the formation is activated, the ladder to the sky will become ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred.
Level ninety-nine.
It is said that ninety-nine are unified, and genius appears.
Since the founding of the Taiqing sect, only one person has climbed up.
He is truly a great person, who exactly is he? Pang Yao doesn’t know either, all this came from the inquiring of the talented Uncle Lin Moyang.
This level tests the character of the mind. There are many young people who take the exam. They have not been tempered by the world, and there are not many who have great perseverance.
If you reach three-tenths of the Taiqing Gate Rules, you will be considered successful.
Lu Yan only made it to three-tenths of the way before she was teleported out and passed the level by hanging from the back of the car.
Liu Zheng is seven out of ten.
Ji Qing was afraid that he was injured, so he only walked halfway before being teleported out.
The most powerful one is a mortal boy who is only 500 steps away from reaching the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth level.
These are all the information I heard from others. Has Pang Yao been recuperating at Smelting Peak for the past three years?
They can't even go out.
嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤……
We had agreed to recuperate her injuries, and we had agreed that she was a wounded patient who was about to die. Why did I give her a medicated bath instead of flowers?
In the past three years, her head has not hurt at all and her body hurts!
The terrible thing is that my appetite has increased tremendously. I am over nine years old, nearly 1.6 meters tall, and as fat as a ball. But what should I do?
I will cry if I continue.
Fat Yao doesn't want to stay at Smelting Peak, which is full of strong men. She wants to go to Xiaozhu Peak, or even Danxue Danyang Peak.
Staying with my beautiful sister, I am always more cautious and won't eat so much.
In Courtyard No. 8.
Fat Yao held the sword in his hand, clumsily hacking away at the stabbings with great effort, holding a dog's tail grass in his green hammer mouth and counting the leaves in a boring manner.
"Zhui'er, I told you that it's best to use a training hammer as a weapon, but you insist on using a sword. Look at the way you use it, just like Liu Guihua who chops firewood in the dining hall."
What can she do? My prodigal mother will give her a new sword in a few months. As long as she practices properly, her mother will definitely give her a sword that is a hundred kilograms heavier than the previous one. This one is now
It already weighs eight hundred kilograms.
"Smelly girl, you must be complaining in your heart again?"