Fast-crossing boss: save the sick, petite and pitiful

Chapter 233 The Hypocritical Master in Cultivating Immortals ([-])
"Master, candied haws."

Gu Jing ran in holding a bunch of bright red hawthorns.

"What about her?" Nan Wan glanced at the palace door.

"Senior Sister said to hurry up and practice, so I won't come here." Gu Jing said obediently.

"En." Nan Wan replied.

Bai Mianmian stood at the door, seeing that Nan Wan didn't make a sound to blame, she breathed a sigh of relief.

What she fears most is that Master will disappoint her.

After all, Master was so kind to her before.

"Let's go! Go practice sword." Sheng Ze silently stood behind her.

"En." Bai Mianmian nodded.

"Master, eat." Gu Jing stood on tiptoe and lifted it in front of Nan Wan with great effort.

These days, no matter what good things he gets, he never forgets to give Nan Wan a share.

Nan Wan smiled lightly and bit the biggest hawthorn on the top, the sweet and sour taste filled his mouth.

Gu Jing was not annoyed either, happily gnawing on the remaining hawthorn.

"Yo, what a coincidence that I came." Zuo Zhenren walked in swaggeringly.

Having said that, he has no intention of leaving.

"Why are you here?" Nan Wan glanced at him lightly.

"Xiao Jing, give me one too." Zuo Zhenren coaxed.

Gu Jing vigilantly hid the candied haws behind her back.

The more Zuo Zhenren looked at him, the more cute he became, and he reached out and rubbed his head.

"I came today for the big competition. The people under me found out that Shen Rong has the willingness to accept disciples."

"What does he have to do with me?" Nan Wan reached out and hugged Gu Jing into his arms.

"But the apprentice he wants to accept is after you." Zuo Zhenren said with a smile.

"Master." Gu Jing felt that the candied haws suddenly lost their taste.

He didn't want Master to accept disciples.

"I don't intend to accept disciples." Nan Wan rubbed Gu Jing's head.

"That's a pity." Zuo Zhenren smiled even more.

There will be fun to watch.

One wants to accept it, but the one who accepts it is not happy.

A person who doesn't want to accept it, but accepts it, still looks at it eagerly.

Shen Rong's face was probably crooked with anger.

The Jianzong Grand Competition is held every three years, and it is a grand event.

But this year's disciples are more excited than in previous years.

Because there is actually a person sitting on the seat that has been vacant all year round.

The visitor was dressed in white, and his appearance was as cold as the moon.

The disciple standing below secretly looked at her with admiration.

They heard that Lord Sword Immortal is very likely to accept disciples this year.

As long as they can stand out in the big competition, they will have the opportunity to worship Lord Sword Immortal as their teacher.

Shen Rong glanced at Nan Wan calmly: "Junior Sister, it's time to start."

"It's up to the suzerain to decide." Nan Wan took a sip of tea.

Shen Rong's face darkened for a moment.

Of course he wanted to be the master.

But most of the disciples below were brought from the south.

"Junior Sister is right." Zuo Zhenren agreed with a smile.

He also wants to watch the fun.

Shen Rong's eyes were puzzled, when did the relationship between these two become so close?
But now is not the time to be tempted, he waved his sleeves and began to talk about Dabi's precautions.

Seeing that it was him, the disciples below were not as interested as before.

Shen Rong could see clearly, his face became darker and darker, and he ended his speech hastily.

"start."

Following an order, a large pile of tokens flew out, and the disciples rushed up to grab them.

Nan Wan glanced at the audience, Gu Jing was standing there alone with her head down, looking extremely pitiful.

Seemingly aware of Nan Wan's gaze, Gu Jing raised her head and smiled shyly at her, her cute and pretty appearance was very pitiful.

Nan Wan waved at him.

"Master."

Gu Jing's eyes lit up, she trotted up, tightly clutching the corner of Nan's clothes, her voice was soft and glutinous.

"Is this the new apprentice my junior sister has accepted?" A voice suddenly came.

Shen Rong looked at it carefully, and boasted with a smile: "The talent is outstanding, no wonder the younger sister is tempted? These disciples below are incomparable."

"Why don't you go down and try?"

A word stirred up a thousand waves.

The expression of the disciples below changed, and they looked at Gu Jing with hostility.

They tried so hard to join Lord Sword Immortal, but the person in front of them got it easily.

Talent is stronger than them?

Which one who can enter the Sword Sect is not a top talent?
They are not convinced.

Being stared at by so many eyes, Gu Jing flinched.

Nan Wan protected him behind him, avoiding the gaze from below.

"No need." Nan Wan's voice was light: "Xiao Jing has just practiced not long ago, so she is not suitable for the competition."

"Forget it then." There was a trace of regret in Shen Rong's eyes.

"However, I believe that with his talent, Dabi will definitely win the championship in three years' time."

"You should take care of your disciples first!" Zuo Zhenren couldn't help but sneered, "I'm almost beaten to tears."

This is an exaggeration, but it is true.

They were crushed and beaten from the beginning to the end, without the slightest resistance.

Bai Mianmian kicked his opponent in disgust: "Are you worthy of humiliating my junior brother?"

Her little junior brother was so cute, she couldn't bear to scold him even half a point.

The man in front of him was a bit of a scumbag.

Sheng Ze on the other side also successfully dealt with his opponent.

That person also happened to be Shen Rong's apprentice.

Seeing this scene, Shen Rong's face turned blue and white.

He didn't expect that his disciple didn't even pass the first round.

These two damn crap.

Facing the eyes of their master who could kill people, the faces of the two failed disciples turned paler and paler.

"Master, I won." Bai Mianmian ran up smiling.

"Senior Sister is really amazing." Gu Jing poked her head out from behind Nan Wan, her eyes sparkling.

"How can senior sister be so strong? It's obvious that the opponent is too weak, and I haven't even used a third of my spiritual power yet." Bai Mianmian complained half-truthfully.

"This year's disciples are really unbeatable."

Shen Rong wanted to vomit blood.

What do you mean without a fight?
Isn't this a clear accusation that he has no way to teach his disciples?

But he was afraid of Nan Wan's strength, but he couldn't get angry.

"Good job." Nan Wan nodded slightly towards her.

Master praised her?Master praised her for the second time?

Bai Mianmian felt extremely unreal.

She pinched herself secretly, it hurt.

It's not a dream, Master really praised her.

"Master, I will definitely not embarrass you." The more Bai Mianmian thought about it, the happier she became.

"En." Nan Wan smiled lightly, "Master believes in you."

Bai Mianmian returned to the stage full of confidence.

Shot even faster than before.

The disciples who met her all complained.

What kind of panacea is this?
Originally they were no match for Bai Mianmian, but now they are even more no match.

As expected of being the disciple of Lord Sword Immortal, so powerful.

Gu Jing snuggled into Nan Wan's arms, watching the competition in the audience intently.

In another three years, he will be able to compete.

At that time, he will also be like his senior sister, not to embarrass his master.

In the spiritual sea, Fenghuang who heard his heartfelt lazily turned over.

this kid.

Looking at the master and apprentice who were enjoying themselves happily, Shen Rong's eyes were full of coldness.

When he breaks through, he will never let these people go.

(End of this chapter)