"hiss-"
Luo Qingzhou ignored her and looked at the red shadow on the stage again, resulting in his waist being pinched hard again.
He quickly explained: "Princess, don't pinch me, I just think that woman looks familiar."
Nangong Meijiao couldn't help but sneer when she heard this: "As long as it's a woman with a little bit of beauty, you'll be familiar with her, right?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Not really. It's just that she..."
"What do you mean by "she"? She is the leader of your Lingxiao Sect, Fairy Zixia. Chu Feiyang, don't tell this princess that you know her."
Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes, her face full of sarcasm.
Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze, looked at her and said, "Princess, maybe I really know him?"
Nangong Meijiao sneered and said, "If you really knew her, why would you wait here so hard to compete on stage? Why would you be afraid of a mere Jinyiwei?"
Luo Qingzhou looked at the red figure on the platform again, shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. However, the red figure chasing him and sweetly calling "good brother" in the attic late at night appeared in his mind.
It shouldn’t be Xiaoyue, right
Isn’t Xiaoyue in the inner city
Of course, the girl might have deceived him, or she might have been in the inner city during those days.
He thought for a moment, glanced to the side, and quietly took out the message with his left hand, on which was written the message: Xiaoyue, where are you now
After sending the message, he immediately put away the treasure letter and looked up at the highest stand again.
There was a sudden pain in my waist again.
Nangong Meijiao pressed close to him and said fiercely, "If you look at me again, I'll dig your eyes out!"
Luo Qingzhou grabbed her hand, roughly pried it off, and then held it tightly in his hand, making her unable to move.
Nangong Meijiao struggled for a few times, but when she couldn't get free, she stepped on his foot and said angrily, "You rascal, let go!"
Luo Qingzhou ignored her and continued to stare at the stands.
But in the stands, the red figure surrounded by the crowd was looking at the ring, listening to an old man talking, and did not lower his head to take out anything.
Luo Qingzhou waited for a long time, but the message did not vibrate.
Now, he became even more suspicious.
Nangong Meijiao, whose hand he was holding, quieted down and looked towards the ring. She didn't speak or move, but the foot was still on his foot.
"The next match will be between Zhou Boyue, a disciple from the Kyoto branch, and Jiang Yi, a disciple from the Liuzhou branch!"
As the voice sounded, Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze and looked towards the arena.
Zhou Boyue, dressed in black, walked onto the stage. Seeing that everyone was staring at him, he suddenly felt nervous and restrained.
Another tall man named Jiang Yi also walked onto the ring with bare hands.
Immediately, a group of disciples in the audience raised their hands and shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Jiang will win! Senior Brother Jiang will win!"
Seeing this, Luo Qingzhou raised his other hand and shouted, "Boyue, defeat him!"
When Zhou Boyue heard the voice, he turned to look at him, smiled, then looked at Nangong Meijiao beside him, was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked away.
Outside, he didn't dare to look at other women casually, especially beautiful women.
I don’t know if it’s because of his personality or if he feels sorry for his wife.
On the ring, the two men bowed and greeted each other, then got into position, ready to fight.
Zhou Boyue looked silent and honest, but in fact his boxing skills were extremely domineering and fierce. He threw several punches in a row, rushing towards the opposite side like a tidal wave!
The man named Jiang Yi was delighted when he saw this, and prepared to defend first, slowly exhausting his sharpness and internal strength, and then launch a counterattack.
Then he underestimated the power and strength of Zhou Boyao's fists. He couldn't resist a series of punches that rolled down.
Luo Qingzhou knew that Zhou Boyue usually concealed his strength, and thought that he would retain some strength in this first competition. However, he launched a violent attack at the first move, which directly stunned his opponent.
After just over ten moves, the man named Jiang Yi was hit directly in the chest by his punch, flew off the ring and fell to the ground.
There was a sudden burst of applause from the audience.
Jiang Yi struggled on the ground for a while but failed to get up, so he had to admit defeat.
"In this round, among the disciples of the Kyoto branch, Zhou Boyue wins!"
After the elder made the announcement on the stage, Zhou Boyue bowed to the audience and walked down, looking very elegant.
Nangong Meijiao whispered, "Chu Feiyang, your Junior Brother Zhou doesn't look simple. I saw it last time at Zhou's house. He should still have some hidden strength."
Then he turned his head and looked at him and said, "Just like you, both are very insidious. As expected, birds of a feather flock together. You two are birds of a feather, accomplices of evil and share the same bad taste."
Luo Qingzhou was speechless: "Princess, can you please stop slandering others behind their backs?"
Nangong Meijiao raised her eyebrows and said, "Did this princess slander you behind your back? The person this princess wants to slander is you, aren't you standing in front of this princess? He is just a by-product."
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
"Um, Princess, can you loosen your legs now?"
"Okay, just let go of your hands first."
When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he immediately let go of his hand.
"hiss-"
Unexpectedly, as soon as I loosened my hand, I felt a pain in my waist again.
He quickly pried it open again, held it in his palm, turned around and said, "Princess, you are cheating."
Nangong Meijiao raised the corner of her mouth, looked at the stage, raised her chin slightly, and said proudly: "This princess is cheating, what can you do?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her beautiful face bathed in the sun, paused, and said, "Princess, shall we make a bet?"
As soon as these words came out, Nangong Meijiao immediately became alert and looked at him and said, "What bet? Humph, you are more cunning than a fox, do you want to trick me again?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Let's bet on whether I can be selected and enter the inner gate in this competition."
Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes, thought for a moment, and snorted coldly: "I won't bet with you. Looking at your treacherous appearance, you must have a plan in mind. You must have other hidden means, right?"
Luo Qingzhou said sincerely: "My princess misunderstood. I just thought that you looked very bored, so I wanted to add some fun to you. In fact, I hope that you will win."
Nangong Meijiao curled her lips: "Tsk, I don't believe you."
Luo Qingzhou said: "How about this, instead of betting on whether I can become an inner sect disciple, let's bet on whether I can become a direct disciple. How about that?"
When these words came out, Nangong Meijiao was stunned: "Personal disciple?"
Then he sneered: "Chu Feiyang, you probably don't know what a direct disciple is? Direct disciples are only accepted by the peak masters of each peak, some respected elders, and the sect master. At that time, they will even inherit their mantles and manage the peaks and even the sect. You just went up the mountain yesterday and didn't even know a few people. You don't have any achievements. Are you dreaming?"
Luo Qingzhou shrugged and said, "So, Princess, didn't I just say that? I just saw that you were bored and wanted to cheer you up. Let's bet on whether I can become your personal disciple. If I can, I win, and if not, you win. How about that?"
Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes, stared at him for a while, and asked, "What are the chips?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "If I win, I will make a non-rude request to the princess. If the princess wins, the princess can also make a non-rude request to me. How do you think?"
Nangong Meijiao thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay."
Luo Qingzhou raised his other hand and said, "Come on, let's clap our hands to swear an oath. If you break the promise, the sky will be struck by thunder."
Nangong Meijiao did not hesitate, and immediately raised her other hand and lightly touched his. Then she sneered and said, "Chu Feiyang, you are trying to please me in this way, and deliberately bet with me to lose to me. Do you have anything to ask of me?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "No, I have already explained the reason just now, it is just to make the princess happy."
Nangong Meijiao snorted coldly, with a look of disbelief on her face: "If someone is being nice to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief."
Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything else. He held her hand and looked at the competition on the stage.
Nangong Meijiao also realized that what she had just said was somewhat ambiguous. She snorted coldly and said nothing more. She glanced at their hands clasped together, stole a glance at his profile, then looked at the stage and unconsciously began to hum a song.
She just snorted, then immediately reacted, stopped quickly, and glanced at him again. Seeing that he didn't notice, she breathed a sigh of relief, looked back at the stage, and her cheeks blushed slightly.
"boom!"
On the ring, a young man was knocked off the stage by a punch from his opponent and fainted.
All the disciples in the audience started to make a noise.
Luo Qingzhou then retracted his gaze and looked to the side and said, "Princess, what song were you humming just now? It was quite nice."
When Nangong Meijiao heard this, she glared at him and said fiercely, "Who hummed a song? I didn't! You heard it wrong!"
"oh."
Luo Qingzhou said "oh" and said nothing more, "If you like songs, I can teach you a few songs next time. There are all kinds of styles."
Nangong Meijiao's cheeks were hot, and she glared at him and said, "No need! Stop flattering me. No matter how loudly you flatter me, don't expect me to treat you well!"
Seeing that she was angry and embarrassed, with a red face, staring eyes, and a cute and coquettish look, Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but smile.
Unexpectedly, there was a sudden pain under her feet. Nangong Meijiao stepped hard on them and said angrily, "Chu Feiyang, do you want to die?"
Luo Qingzhou immediately turned his head away, looked towards the arena, and said seriously: "I don't want to."
"snort!"
Nangong Meijiao continued to step on his foot, crushing it a few times, and then warned him fiercely: "If you dare to tease me again next time, I will turn you into a eunuch!"
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to say anything else.
The two looked at the ring and fell silent.
At this moment, several eyes in the stands were looking at him.
Including the leader of Lingxiao Sect, Fairy Zixia, the leader of Jianfeng Sect, Linghu Qingzhu, and other elders from each peak.
Mo Jiufeng, the master of Beiwang Peak, was saying something with a stern face, glancing at Linghu Qingzhu from time to time.
Fairy Zixia listened quietly without saying anything, her eyes fixed on the young man in the crowd.
Since there were more disciples at the early stage of martial arts, the entire morning was spent competing with disciples at the early stage of martial arts.
At noon, the competition among the early stage martial arts disciples finally ended.
As for the rankings and scores, they will be announced after the afternoon competition is over.
The disciples who had gathered in the square were in groups of three or four, discussing today's competition excitedly before dispersing.
The elders and guests in the stands also dispersed one after another.
Chu Xiaoxiao, Sister Dao, and Zhou Boyao all walked towards Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan with excitement on their faces.
When the competition was over, Nangong Meijiao had already left.
At this time, Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan were standing together, looking up at the place where the red shadow disappeared on the platform, thinking about something in their minds.
Judging from the competition this morning, Zhou Boyao and Dao Jie’s rankings should not be low.
Chu Xiaoxiao only won one game, so her ranking would probably be at the bottom, but she had a cheerful personality and was still laughing, not caring.
Several people returned to the cabin.
Sun Jiang also came over and praised the three of them, then reminded Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan that they should compete within their capabilities in the afternoon and not try to overdo it.
As the master and his disciples were talking, a disciple suddenly came over and reported: "Uncle Sun, several peak masters want to see you."
When Sun Jiang heard this, he was surprised: "Peak Master? Do you know what happened?"
The disciple shook his head.
The expression on Sun Jiang's face suddenly became solemn. He did not dare to delay and quickly followed the disciple and left.
On the way, he happened to meet Jin Song and his eight disciples, who were returning with a happy face.
Seeing his serious face and hurried steps, Jin Song thought he was upset by the morning competition, so he immediately laughed and said, "Senior Brother Sun, where are you going? We have an appointment with Senior Brother Wan and the others at noon, and we are going to have a drink together. By the way, how were the results of your disciples this morning?"
Sun Jiang had a cold face, ignored him and left quickly.
Jin Song looked at his back and sneered, "You stole my position in Kyoto, but accepted a bunch of garbage. Let's see how you will report to the elders this time, humph!"
Yun Wanrou listened to this and couldn't help but said, "Master, Master Sun's disciple named Chu Feiyang is quite capable, and he also seems to know swordsmanship."
Hearing this, Jin Song looked at her and said, "So what if you know swordsmanship? Your cultivation is only at the mid-stage of a martial artist. Wanrou, if you meet him in the ring this afternoon, don't be polite. If you get hurt, I will take the blame for you."
Yun Wanrou said respectfully, "Yes, Master."
Then he tightened his grip on the sword in his hand and said with his head down, "If I really meet him this afternoon, I will wash away yesterday's shame with my own hands on the stage, in front of all the elders and disciples."
Jin Song nodded and said, "Just use your most powerful sword moves and don't show mercy to anyone. Because the last disciples left are the most dangerous. They would rather hurt others than hurt themselves. Although you have been selected as an inner disciple by Jianfeng, you still have to try your best to get a good ranking, otherwise it will be a disgrace to your master, yourself, and your uncle Wei. Do you understand?"
Yun Wanrou said with a firm gaze: "Disciple understands."
at the same time.
Sun Jiang followed the inner sect disciple and rushed all the way, and actually crossed the stone bridge and arrived at the main hall of the main peak.
At this time, in the hall, not only the peak masters and elders gathered, but also the sect leader Fairy Zixia was there.
The crowd was gathered together, seemingly arguing about something.
Seeing this scene, Sun Jiang's face became even uglier and his heart began to beat fast.
Could it be that Jin Song and others have already filed a complaint against him, saying that he wasted the resources of the Kyoto branch and failed to receive a disciple who was in the late stage of martial arts
"Sun Jiang, the leader of the Kyoto branch, greets the sect master! Greetings to all the peak masters! Greetings to all the elders!"
Sun Jiang stopped at the entrance of the hall, bowed his head, and felt uneasy.
When Mo Jiufeng, the head of Beiwang Peak, saw him, he immediately came out quickly, grabbed his hand, and said enthusiastically, "Nephew Sun, come in and talk. We have been waiting for you for a long time."
In the hall, everyone else's face also showed kind and warm smiles.
Even Linghu Qingzhu, the usually cold leader of Jianfeng Peak, looked at him with burning eyes.
Sun Jiang was a little dazed when he saw this scene. He subconsciously followed the lead and walked into the hall. His mind was blank and he didn't even hear other people greeting him.
"Senior Brother Sun, come and tell us how you accepted that disciple as your apprentice? What is his physique like? What is his talent like?"