sbdcsierra 310 Master, I am offended 1
310 Master, I am offended 1
"Mmmmm (I understand)" Chu Hanxi said and quickly shook her head to indicate that she would not shout out loud.
Ruan Junhuai then let go of his hand and wiped his palm with a handkerchief.
Chu Hanxi was dissatisfied with his actions and grumbled, "It's only been a short time since we last met and you're already disliking me."
Ruan Junhuai paused, tucked the handkerchief into his sleeve, and then raised his hand to hook Chu Hanxi's shoulder. "I don't despise you. I've already told you everything. Ah Xi, don't you give me some confidence?"
Chu Hanxi's thoughts were distracted, and he scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "My talent is average, and I have only just completed my foundation building, and my golden elixir has just taken shape."
This statement is more or less a bit Versailles. How many people have practiced for about ten years before they can get the door to the golden elixir, or even cannot make any progress for a long time. As the level of cultivation increases, the bottleneck will only become more and more difficult.
The reason why Ruan Junhuai could form the elixir so quickly was because Nanfeng had laid a good foundation for him. He soaked in the marrow cleansing fluid and exercised his body every day. Even when it came to food, Nanfeng did his best to match it with the best.
So when he was forming the elixir, it was not very difficult for him to retreat for a few years.
Thinking of this, Ruan Junhuai looked up at Nanfeng who was sitting at the top, with a complex emotion in his eyes.
Reason tells him that he should not continue to sink, but emotion tells him that there is nothing wrong with liking someone, even status cannot be an obstacle
When the secret realm ends and everything settles down, he will confess to his master that even if he might be abandoned, at least he has tried his best and has no regrets.
Nan Feng was keenly aware of the gaze of his apprentice below, and felt that something was a little different today. It seemed that he had come to his senses.
The competition will last for two days, because the secret realm will be opened in three days, and they need to select the most talented and powerful disciples as soon as possible.
This experience is extremely dangerous. Without a way to save your life, life and death are unpredictable, but the opportunities that come with it are also rare in a century.
If the secret realm did not have a set level of cultivation and age requirement, they would not want the younger generation of disciples to take this risk. This is the future of the Qingyu Immortal Sect.
"Junior brother, your precious disciple has gone up to draw lots!" Qionglin was originally a little bored and supported his chin, but when he saw Ruan Junhuai stand up and walk towards the center, he immediately sat up straight and poked Gu Nanfeng
"I see." Nanfeng saved his sleeve. His eyes never left the man below him, so he naturally noticed it earlier than Qionglin.
Ruan Junhuai was lucky enough to get a bye in the first round. In the second round, his opponent was a male cultivator who looked arrogant and thought Ruan Junhuai was not a threat.
He paid the price for his arrogance. He and his sword flew hundreds of meters away. The disciples were all stunned.
They all asked who this young disciple who had just arrived was and why he looked familiar.
Ruan Junhuai, like his master who lived in seclusion, rarely went out and hung out with Nanfeng every day. He had hardly left Xiaoshifang in the past two years. Many people didn't know Ruan Junhuai well, and even if they did, they probably only had a vague impression of him.
There is a rule in the competition that both sides must introduce themselves after the fight. Ruan Junhuai stood there waiting for the referee to bring the arrogant man back, then he folded his hands and pushed forward to speak.
"I am Ruan Junhuai, a disciple of the Immortal Master Fuyao. I appreciate your kindness, Senior Brother." His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and carried a youthful air, which made people feel quite favorable when they heard it.
The whole audience was in an uproar when these words were spoken
"The disciple of Fuyao Immortal Venerable? Is that the Fuyao Immortal Venerable I'm thinking of?"
"I was wondering why he looked so familiar. Isn't he the one who broke the golden elixir with a full-strength attack at the Qi Refining Stage?"
"What? He's so powerful that he can block a blow from his opponent across levels. What level of cultivation is he at now? How come I can't tell?"
"He's far superior to you in terms of cultivation, it's strange you can tell!"
"As expected of you, you are the only disciple of Fuyao Immortal Venerable. If you hadn't restrained your strength in that palm strike just now, that person with his nose in the air would have already been sent flying out of Cangshan Mountain."
"..."
When Ruan Junhuai's opponent heard that he was the disciple of Fuyao Xianzun, he fainted from a heart attack without even reporting to his master. The judge had no choice but to help him down and declare Ruan Junhuai the winner.
Ruan Junhuai saluted and was about to leave when a cold voice came from behind him.
"Do you dare to challenge Ruan Junhuai to a duel with me?" The man was wearing outer sect clothes, his face was a little pale but handsome, and he looked quite pleasing to the eye.
Just... a little familiar
Ruan Junhuai couldn't remember where he had seen him before. "My fellow disciple, the competition must abide by the rules. If you want to fight me, then we'll meet in the finals."
The competition is advanced by drawing lots. The winners can advance to the next round. Twenty people will be selected to enter the secret realm. Of course, the first place will also be decided.
The first disciple, regardless of who his master is, can obtain a magic weapon or elixir. He can choose from the treasure pavilion and the elixir pavilion. He can even dispose of any ancient elixir or spirit beast found in the secret realm without reporting it to the sect.
"Then I hope you won't be so useless as to be beaten before the finals, otherwise you are not worthy of being the only disciple of Fuyao Immortal Venerable. Give up your position to a capable person as soon as possible!" The man had an indifferent face, but his words were very hurtful.
Ruan Junhuai frowned slightly, and finally remembered who this person was. He was Mo Yun, the first in the previous fighting competition. It seemed that he still had not given up on his master, and actually wanted to make him give up his master by angering him.
"Don't provoke me, we'll see each other in the finals." Ruan Junhuai didn't let him lead him by the nose, but left after saying this lightly.
He has nothing to do with today's competition. He just needs to wait until tomorrow to advance to the top 20. Instead of wasting time talking, he might as well stick with his master for a while.
I don't know how long it will take for me to see my master after entering the secret realm.
Mo Yun didn't expect that even this couldn't irritate Ruan Junhuai. He gritted his teeth and turned to leave. He had already advanced, and tomorrow he would definitely teach this kid a lesson.
Let Immortal Master Fuyao see clearly that only he is the most suitable person to be his disciple, no one else is worthy!
"Oh, is this the Shura Field in the storybook? It looks weird... interesting~" Qionglin shook his whisk
The elder sitting next to him subconsciously dodged for a moment, then glanced at Qiong Lin, then looked away with disgust at the new generation of disciples below.
"Brother, you should watch less of those things that lower your intelligence. Your IQ is just as low as a meteorite. Be careful not to read too much and get a hole in your head." Lingxia never misses an opportunity to mock Qionglin.
"Hey, you little stinky girl, you have no respect for your elders, and you still know that you are calling me senior brother. Once a brother, always a father. Call me grandpa and let me hear it~" Qionglin was not willing to be outdone.
The two of them are almost a hundred years old, but they are actually less childish than a six-year-old baby.
Finally, Lingxia said a good woman would not fight with a bad man, turned around, sat on her pet and left.
"It's true that only women and villains are difficult to raise!" Qionglin had just finished speaking with his hands on his hips when he noticed Qingyao looking at him dimly.
He immediately covered his mouth, forgetting that his senior sister was still sitting here. What a sin!
"Of course my beautiful, generous, pure and flawless Senior Sister Qingyao is the easiest to raise~" Qionglin immediately said with a smile
Qingyao didn't bother to pay attention to him. She whispered a few words to her lover beside her, and then they said goodbye to Nanfeng and the elders and left first.
Qionglin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was smart, otherwise he would have died sooner or later because of his bad mouth.
Then he looked at Nan Feng, who had been silent, and approached him again. "Junior brother, aren't you really worried about your little disciple's duel with Mo Yun tomorrow? I heard that Mo Yun is extremely talented and has already reached the late Nascent Soul stage."
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