I am in good spirits

Chapter 22 Draw the sword and look around at a loss (seeking tickets)

"Do you want to help me out for you? I think that if you come and shout for you in person, you can increase your winning rate."

On Wenyao Peak where the sun has just risen, the Sui Ming Xing who usually sleeps until the sun basks in the sun without waking Bai Jin up, made a big fuss today, and kicked open the door of the baby apprentice's bedroom with a happy face.

"Please forgive my disciple for being rude, let me refuse"

Bai Jin waved his hands with disgust on his face. It would be embarrassing enough for him to go to the school palace to bully those students in the physical training period and the Qi training period as a junior peak monk of foundation building, and now he even asked a local immortal to suppress the formation.

Is this attacking the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley branch, or kicking the Puppet Hall branch?
"What's wrong with getting up so early as a teacher."

Seeing the apprentice's ruthless and ungrateful attitude, the overjoyed Sui Mingxing lay down on the table in frustration, saying dissatisfied.

"Farewell!"

Bai Jin clasped her fists and turned to walk outside the dormitory, the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably.

After today, I, Bai Jin, will regain my freedom, and your magic boy from the Hehuan Sect is back!
Next, there will be a banquet in Wanhua Pavilion for three months, and all expenses will be counted on me!
"Good morning, brothers!"

Bai Jin came down from the top of the mountain, raised his hand to say hello to the other registered disciples of Wenyao Peak, and accompanied them to the school in the bamboo forest at the mountain gate.

Everyone seemed very excited today, and they were all looking forward to the martial arts performance arranged by the academy.

The disciples of Xingluo Xianmen come from all corners of the country, and most of them are monks in the mundane world. They have never seen what kind of grand auction is in the cultivation world, and they are all passionate about performing martial arts competitions.

You must know that martial arts competitions do not only rely on winning or losing to select traveling disciples, as long as they perform well in martial arts, they may be selected by the deacons at any time.

"Bai Jin!"

Bai Jin chatted and laughed with his brothers from the same department, answering their questions about cultivation.

But a scolding sound scared everyone on the way to the school, and subconsciously looked back at the person who yelled.

What caught my eye was a girl with crimson hair, wearing an orange-red golden silk embroidered Taoist robe.

Everyone was stunned as if nothing had happened, then turned their heads and started chatting about their own problems, not even daring to look at them, for fear of being dragged out by Zhu Fu.

"Today, I wish Fu would walk on behalf of the heavens and trample you under my feet, I..."

"Be sure to take off your shoes."

Bai Jin smiled happily, and said something that made Zhu Fu's face turn red.

Although the world of comprehension is not so red tape, the overall painting style is conservative.

Outlaw lunatics like Bai Jin, no matter where they are placed, they have to pull a pig cage first.

"dead!"

Zhu Fuqi trembled all over, and gave a false kick, as if he wanted Bai Jin to experience the self-improvement of a man.

"Good morning, senior sister."

After the joke, Bai Jin said good morning to Zhu Fu formally.

"?"

Zhu Fu looked at Bai Jin with a full face of surprise, subconsciously looked up and found that the sun was rising as usual, and there was no phenomenon of the sun and the moon being in the same sky.

"You can actually speak human language? Tell me, do you have some ulterior conspiracy! I've reported it to the law enforcement team!"

Bai Jin: "."

Why is your sixth sense so accurate? It's really hard for us to be friends!

Zhu Fu was frightened by Bai Jinchunfeng's smiling face, so he backed away and shuddered.

"Good morning Deacon Yan, I'm here to sign up for the competition."

After entering the academy, all the students walked towards the Martial Arts Dojo at the back of the academy. Deacon Yan sat on the long table in front of the door of the Dojo, and registered the students who signed up for martial arts with Deacon Huang.

Bai Jin came to the long table and said hello, asking Lao Yan to sign up for the competition.

Do you want to show your face?
Deacon Yan frowned, and said lightly: "Who said you can participate in the competition? You, a monk in the foundation period, have completely exceeded the upper limit of performing martial arts."

Bai Jin's smile gradually faded, and she stood on tiptoe expressionlessly looking for a touch of whiteness in the vast crowd.

Today, even if I am dragged away by Sui Mingxing and have a heart-to-heart talk with Wuqingxian, I still want your old Yantou to squat in the ruins of the academy and chew on century-old Danshen to save my heart.

Brother Jin, save me!

"You are in charge of being the referee!"

Deacon Yan's face was dark, and he could tell at a glance that Bai Jin was stepping on his feet looking for something, knocked on the long table and said.

"With your strength, you must win. This kind of martial arts performance is meaningless to you. Since it is a test, as your husband, I need to pay attention to relative fairness."

"Take the roster, get out!"

Deacon Yan stuffed a book into Bai Jin's arms, raised his hand and pointed to a cylindrical rock pillar outside the ring, signaling him not to block other students from entering the arena, and go to the referee's seat to stand by!

"What the hell? I'll be the referee?!"

Bai Jin looked at the roster in his hand with a dull face, and there was a line of notes on the first page.

As a referee, Bai Jin needs to keep the serious injury rate of 37 martial arts competitions within ten people in order to win the championship to pass the test.

"Jinlin played against Zhu Fu. Wei Benliang played against Yuxueqing Chiling played against Yanjie, Xia Yu played against Wang Xiao."

Bai Jin quickly flipped through the roster, and silently recited the battle combinations in his mind, discovering the rules.

Chief against chief, elite against elite, registered disciple against registered disciple.

There is no chief match registration, or elite match registration, even if there is a gap in the number of each group, the final extra match is always the same group of members.

"That's me. I was supposed to be squatting in the chief group and had a bye all the time. You old Yantou retaliated against me and brother Jin to blast the school building and let me sit on the stage?"

Bai Jinhe closed the roster, took out a handful of plant seeds from the storage ring with great interest, raised his hand and scattered them on the rock floor of the ring: "It's interesting."

After waiting for a while, Deacon Yan put away the long table in front of the door of the dojo, and sat in the auditorium with Deacon Huang to signal to Bai Jin to announce the start of the martial arts competition.

"The auspicious time has come, please invite Yu Xueqing from Rouxiang Peak and Wei Benliang from Dishi Peak to enter the ring."

"The rules of martial arts are as follows, no killing, no intentional harm to fellow disciples, otherwise all qualifications will be disqualified."

"Secondly, the use of magic tools is prohibited. All contestants please rub their hands consciously."

Bai Jin's self-interpreted martial arts rules echoed in his ears, and Deacon Yan's brows twitched.

"Brother Wei"

With a submissive look on her face, Yuxueqing fell into the ring in an extremely embarrassing posture.

She didn't want to fight on the stage at first, but the junior sisters from the same school grabbed her hands and feet, one, two, three, and threw her directly to the top of the ring, and began to wave flags and shouts from the audience.

Cook her uncooked rice on the spot.

"Ah this."

Wei Benliang looked at Yu Xueqing dully, scratched his head and didn't know how to fight.

Senior Sister Yu has a soft temper and never shows her fighting spirit, just like a boudoir lady, fighting with someone who has no fighting will, Wei Benliang can only scratch his head and doesn't know what to do.

"Senior Sister Yu and Junior Brother have offended you."

Wei Benliang thought for a while, and ran towards Yu Xueqing quickly to push her out of the ring and end the battle.

"ah"

Seeing a meat tank rushing towards her, Yu Xueqing was taken aback, subconsciously stamped with both hands, turned on the crouching defense mode and shivered.

This is what the first Dawn Star of Rouxiang Peak taught her. If she can't overcome her fear during the battle, she can just squat down with her head covered her ears.

For the sake of her cuteness, the enemy will not make things difficult for her.

It's rainy and snowy.

(End of this chapter)