"Junior Brother Zhou's ability to control objects is so wonderful!"
Zhou Qingyue used his spiritual energy to frighten the dead leaves and hit Fang Yuan on the head. The dead leaves were light and naturally could not hurt anyone.
However, when the disciples next to him saw him, they immediately burst into cheers. Zhou Qingyue also looked around, looking very proud.
This is one of the techniques that can only be practiced after reaching the first level of Qi training. It can frighten objects in the air and move by the heart. Although he can only frighten light dead leaves and cannot hurt people, from this hand, it has been revealed Zhou Qingyue had great attainments in the art of controlling objects.
He himself also felt that this was the best performance he had performed in recent times.
Especially when the dead leaf hit Fang Yuan on the head, and it was performed in front of Junior Sister Xiao Qiao, this made him even more elated, and his pride was beyond words.
Several other Immortal Sect disciples expressed their sincere admiration when they called him "good". Only Junior Sister Xiao Qiao frowned slightly.
The dead leaves hit him on the head. Fang Yuan, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped and slowly clenched his fists.
He was silent for a few breaths, then slowly turned around.
Zhou Qingyue seemed unable to see the anger in Fang Yuan's heart, and said with a joking smile: "Senior Brother Fang, can you still see this skill of controlling objects?"
Fang Yuan had no expression on his face and said calmly: "According to Qingyang Sect's preliminary Qi training method, dead leaves can be picked up within three feet, and they can fly and dance intelligently, and the movement is based on the heart. But with this technique of yours, the power is scattered but not condensed. The dead leaves are gone as soon as they are gone, and there is no change, so they can only be regarded as inferior!"
He said this very seriously, but when the other disciples of the Immortal Sect heard this, they were all startled, and then burst into laughter.
"You alone are qualified to give me advice?"
Zhou Qingyue's face became a little ugly. He just asked teasingly. How could he really mean to ask Fang Yuan? But he didn't expect that this guy actually followed the content of the Qi Training Technique. After approving him, it reminded him of the scene in the Fairy Hall of Taiyue City where this disciple from a humble family was so arrogant that he overshadowed people like him, and he suddenly felt unhappy.
"You just said it, I am at the top of the Immortal Ranking, but you are at the bottom of the Immortal Ranking. Of course I am qualified to give you advice!"
Fang Yuan spoke calmly, his expression looking very serious.
"Haha, this former top spot on the Immortal Ranking is indeed quite impressive!"
"The Qingyang Sect has been established for thousands of years, and it must be the first time that a handyman disciple has to give guidance to the immortal disciples, right?"
"However, the few words he just commented on Junior Brother Zhou are not bad..."
All the Immortal Sect disciples snickered and looked at Fang Yuan with mischievous eyes.
"Hey, Junior Brother Fang, let's go, let's go, there is still work to be done in the Sutra Collection Hall..."
Manager Sun couldn't stand it anymore and tried to persuade Fang Yuan to leave instead of staying here and being humiliated.
"It's almost done, let's go!"
Junior Sister Xiao Qiao also looked at Fang Yuan with complicated eyes and spoke calmly to the other Immortal Sect disciples.
Zhou Qing could hear the sympathy for Fang Yuan in Junior Sister Xiao Qiao's words, but this sympathy made him feel even more unhappy. He deliberately looked at Fang Yuan with a look of regret and said, "Hey, I also want to relive it." It’s a pity that I have gained the years of patient teaching from Brother Fang. Now we are a disciple of the Immortal Sect and a handyman, with very different status and cultivation. I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait for this day... "
"Why?"
Fang Yuan said calmly: "Common servant disciples can also practice. Are your qualifications better than mine?"
"I… "
Zhou Qingyue really wanted to agree, but he really couldn't say this.
He is at the top of the list of immortals, but he is only on the list of Xiao B. No matter how thick-skinned he is, he dare not say that his qualifications are better than his.
But in front of everyone, Fang Yuan asked this question like a fool, but it made his face look dull.
There is also some secret anger in my heart, and the feeling in my heart that I want to trample him under my feet is even stronger!
After just a slight pause, he simply sneered: "Of course I can't compare to Senior Brother Fang's qualifications. Haha, who used to be at the top of the Immortal List, who can compare to you? But now I am a little luckier than you. I have the blessing of God and a teacher. With the guidance of senior fellow apprentices and the support of resources distributed by the Immortal Sect, if I can't compare to you, a handyman disciple, then wouldn't I be as stupid as a pig?"
As he spoke, he was showing off, tossing a small red stone in his hand, and looking down at Fang Yuan.
"Spiritual stone?"
Seeing the small red stone, the eyes of all the handyman disciples were a little straightened.
That is the most popular cultivation resource in the cultivation world. The amount of spiritual energy contained in a spiritual stone is enough to compare with the ten low-level Qi training pills in the hands of these handyman disciples. This difference in treatment is enough to make them envious. eyes are red…
After seeing the spirit stone, they couldn't help but sympathize with Fang Yuan.
As a handyman disciple, you have to get angry and quarrel with other immortal disciples. They can get one spiritual stone every month, but you only have two low-level Qi training pills. This gap is revealed, that is the red fruit. You are just asking for trouble. Is it fun
"The gap between the immortal disciples and the handyman disciples is indeed huge..."
Fang Yuan looked at the spiritual stone and felt slightly moved. He glanced at it and then turned his gaze away. He already had an idea in his mind and said calmly: "If it had been anyone else, of course I, a mere handyman, would not dare to follow them. "Bi, but if it were you, Junior Brother Zhou..." He suddenly laughed and said: "... I think it won't be too far behind. After all, in my eyes, you have never been smarter than a pig!"
boom!
After hearing these words, the people around them had expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
Isn't this just a curse
Zhou Qingyue's face was swollen and purple, and his fists clenched. He subconsciously glanced at Junior Sister Xiao Qiao from the corner of his eyes. When he saw her smiling face, he became even more angry and said in a cold voice: "Idiots are talking about dreams. You, a handyman disciple, dare to look down on me?"
When he said this, he took a step forward and already had the intention of taking action if he disagreed.
Fang Yuan was not afraid at all and said calmly: "I'm not looking down on you, I just want to ask you, what if I surpass you in cultivation?"
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Zhou Qingyue sneered: "So what if you were once the number one? You are just a handyman disciple. I, Zhou Qingyue, a disciple of the Immortal Sect, can't compare to you? If one day, your cultivation level surpasses mine, I will kowtow to you three times!"
The other immortal disciples also nodded secretly after hearing this.
The gap between the handyman disciples and the Immortal Sect disciples is too big, and it is getting bigger and bigger.
From the very beginning, it was destined that the cultivation speeds of the two sides were not at the same level. It can be said that if the handyman disciples wanted to surpass the Immortal Sect disciples, they would simply chase the carts on foot. Let alone catch up, the gap between the two sides would only get bigger and bigger. The bigger!
Fang Yuan seemed not to understand this truth, and just said calmly: "You don't have to kowtow to me, just give me the spiritual stone in your hand!"
Zhou Qingyue was slightly startled before he realized that this handyman was jealous of his cultivation resources...
He glanced at Fang Yuan jokingly and sneered: "Don't talk about this spiritual stone, so what if I give you ten yuan?"
The expressions of several other Immortal Sect disciples also became a little strange.
In their eyes, this handyman disciple really seemed to have been driven into a lunatic...
Is he trying to please others, or does he really think he can compete with the disciples of the Immortal Sect in terms of cultivation
Before this thought disappeared, Fang Yuan turned his head calmly and said: "This can be regarded as a small bet between me and Junior Brother Zhou. I wonder what you Senior Brothers think about it and whether you are interested. Do you want to add a little bet too?"
Hearing this, the group of Immortal Sect disciples immediately looked at each other in surprise.
A man in purple clothes suppressed a smile and said: "This bet is so interesting, I am also excited, so I will follow a spiritual stone..."
Another person laughed and said: "We are all from the same sect, and I will also support Junior Brother Zhou. Let's bet on the spiritual stone I just received!"
"I'll come too..."
"Haha, what's the fun in betting on a piece of spiritual stone? If this handyman can really beat Junior Brother Zhou, I will give you ten spiritual stones!"
For a moment, five or six people spoke. They all understood that Fang Yuan was just dreaming and that this bet was just a joke. When they spoke at this time, they naturally wanted to give Zhou Qingyue some face, but they didn't really want to. bet. Only Junior Sister Xiao Qiao didn't speak when it was her turn. She just looked Fang Yuan up and down with her wonderful eyes, seeming to have a strong interest in him.
"Haha, thank you all brothers and sisters!"
Zhou Qingyue's face lit up, he smiled and clasped his fists, then raised his chin slightly, looked at Fang Yuan, and said with a smile: "You have all the bets you want, but I also want to ask Senior Brother Fang, if you are If you can't catch up with me in cultivation, what will you do?"
He had already thought in his mind that he didn't care about the Qi-training pills from the handyman disciples, he just wanted Fang Yuan to kowtow to him a few times.
However, Fang Yuan did not answer according to his words, but his expression gradually became serious, and he said calmly: "I just want to do things that I like honestly, so I don't like to argue with others, but there is a limit in everything. If you bully I’m too cruel and I can’t bear it anymore!”
Zhou Qingyue didn't listen to Fang Yuan at all, and just sneered: "Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, when will you catch up with my cultivation?"
Fang Yuan smiled calmly, and suddenly stretched out his arms, green energy was surging, and there was usually a strong wind, and all the dead leaves around him were rolled up, spinning around him like a tornado, and then Fang Yuan looked around Qingyue laughed softly.
"It's now!"
As he spoke, he swiped his hands, and all the dead leaves in the sky flew away, hitting Zhou Qingyue squarely in the face...
(End of chapter)