Help!Crazy apprentices actually want to commit the following crimes

Chapter 222 Song Weiran VS Nie Yuanshan

"When I came in, the room was pitch black and no one was in sight.

"I was a little scared, and walked in slowly. At this moment, a red light suddenly lit up in the corner, and then I felt a chill in my back, and I passed out as soon as my brain hurt."

The little girl patted her chest with a look of lingering fear.

Suddenly seeing the safety button in his hand, he said curiously:

"Eh, what is this?"

Some things are not fun at first glance.

This is the case for the black safety buckle in Murong Zhen's hand.

Jiang Yu couldn't see the origin and purpose of the safety buckle for a while, worried that this thing would harm the little girl's body, so she politely asked if he could keep it for her.

The Ping An buckle was black, and it didn't look like any precious jewelry. Murong Zhen felt that Jiang Yu was not bad, so she generously gave it to him.

"Okay, don't tell other people what you saw tonight, if they watch me strictly, hehe, you will die!"

The little girl had her hips crossed, and the two strands of hair on her forehead were raised high, as arrogant and charming as her.

Jiang Yu held back a smile and nodded sincerely:
"Good Your Majesty.

"Now I will escort you back?"

Murong frowned in thought, then reluctantly nodded.

……

Starting today, the competition has entered into a heated period.

After these few days, disciples with insufficient foundation and mediocre cultivation were almost eliminated.

Some small and medium forces squeezed their heads to earn one or two places for their disciples, but the sect's foundation was far behind the big forces.

Even though the realms are equal, the combat power is very different.

Occasionally, some can persist, but they are almost at the end of their strength.

After spending huge sums of money every year to get such a result, even if he is not reconciled, he can only exit silently.

The subsequent competitions are all the home courts of the disciples of the big forces.

From this moment on, the fighting is the real beginning.

In the first match, Song Weiran matched Nie Yuanshan from the Excalibur Sect.

The two are both the first disciples of the sect, and they are senior senior brothers in the sect, and even their cultivation bases are relatively close.

However, Nie Yuanshan was promoted to Yuanying two years ago. In terms of cultivation base, he should be more solid than Song Weiran.

The two stood on the field holding swords, with the same sword eyebrows and star eyes, and the same outstanding temperament, which quickly attracted a group of disciples to scream.

"Ahhh, that's Senior Brother Nie from the Divine Sword Sect, so handsome!!!"

"And Senior Brother Song from the Shanhai School, he's so handsome too!!!"

"What to do, I like both!"

"But Senior Brother Song's demeanor is a little gentler, 'Moshang is like a jade, and your son is unparalleled in the world', that's what Senior Brother Song feels like!"

"Still very fairy! The white clothes flutter, it seems that the next moment will become a fairy!"

"Senior Brother Nie is not bad either, he has a little stubble, his face is resolute, and he is super masculine!"

"Everyone is an adult now, no need to make a choice!"

"Woooo, I'll sell myself after they finish fighting!"

There was a lot of voices below, and the two were not affected at all.

Holding the sword, arching hands:
"I'm Nie Yuanshan of the Divine Sword Sect, please enlighten me——"

"Song Weiran is in Xiashanhai faction, please enlighten me——"

The peaceful and peaceful arena was instantly filled with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

The two each made sword moves, you come and go, see each move and break the move.

From the initial temptation, it was hard to beat.

Afterimages flickering rapidly, flitted around the arena, and the disciples with poor cultivation could not see clearly how the two of them made moves.

In the stands, Xuanyuan Qingshuang and Qi Feng were full of comfort, and after noticing the gaze cast by the elders of the Sword Sect next door, they smiled politely back.

"Brother, who do you think will win?"

Xuanyuan Qingshuang couldn't help asking when he heard the disciples of the two factions shouting for support, their faces were almost flushed.

Shenjianzong specializes in kendo, and the Shanhai School has its own coverage.

Using the school as an example, the Excalibur School is a kendo school based on the "Kyushu Kendo Research Institute", while the Shanhai School is a comprehensive school with a variety of research projects.

In terms of the average quality of sword cultivators alone, the Divine Sword Sect is definitely better than the Shanhai School.

After all, there are hundreds of thousands of swords in the sword mound.

Qi Feng didn't care too much about winning or losing, sitting in the position of head, the most important thing is the structure.

However, he still quietly glanced in the direction of Shen Jianzong, lowered his voice and said to Xuanyuan Qingshuang:
"It sure is!
"Don't you think about it, who is Senior Brother?!"

Xuanyuan Qingshuang pretended to be puzzled:

"Who is the senior brother?"

Qi Feng knocked on the woman's head sullenly, raised his chin, his expression was full of complacency.

"Brother is the youngest cultivator in the Continent of Kyushu!"

Having said that, he clenched his fist and coughed lightly, and added a small sentence:
"Of course, except you. You little pervert!"

A "little pervert" shocked Xuanyuan Qingshuang's body.

She felt more and more that senior brother had become childish.

No, to be precise, there is more and more a sense of déjà vu of an old father.

When training her, she will sigh helplessly, and when she usually speaks, she will be full of pampering, and when she sees crooked melons approaching her, she will instantly become vigilant.

He will also knock her on the head and take her out to eat delicious food...

Hey, it's hard to be a junior sister!

"Very childish!"

Xuanyuan Qingshuang complained in a low voice.

Qi Feng didn't pay attention, turned around and asked in a daze:

"Junior Sister, what did you just say?"

Xuanyuan Qingshuang pursed her lips, shook her head, and smiled sincerely.

The result of the battle between Song Weiran and Nie Yuanshan was a draw.

This is beyond everyone's expectations, but it is reasonable.

After being hearty, the two backed away, sheathed their swords, and cupped their hands from a distance:
"Concession—"

"Assignment."

"Brother Song, I hope we will compete in the final."

After finishing speaking, Nie Yuanshan jumped off the ring.

Song Weiran watched the other party's figure go away, turned around and walked towards the stands.

Many disciples rushed up on the road, hoping to get acquainted with him.

There were also many female disciples who fell directly on him.

Song Weiran's figure was as elegant as the wind, and the girls couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

When the anger erupted in her heart, after seeing Song Weiran's polite and alienated smile, the tigress immediately became shy and coy.

"Senior Brother Song, I don't know what's going on, but suddenly I can't use my legs.

"Nearly bumped into you, I'm here to say sorry..."

Song Weiran smile official:
"It's okay, remember to watch your feet."

Then drift away.

Female disciple: "Ah, senior brother Song cares about me! He must have taken a fancy to me!"

Others: "Senior Brother Song means to see if there is something wrong with the foot, and if there is no problem, don't fall on him!"

Female disciple: "You are just jealous of Senior Brother Song smiling at me!"

Others: "Hehe."

Song Weiran couldn't help shivering when he heard the loud noise in the rear.

Sure enough, where there are many women, there are many right and wrong!

He used his spiritual energy to speed up.

Back on the stands, Xuanyuan Qingshuang greeted him with narrow eyes.

"Uncle Master."

Song Weiran twitched the corner of his mouth, the helplessness on his face was exactly the same as that of Qi Feng.

He stretched out his hand to call for Little Orange, and with his armpits, he pushed the fat cat into Xuanyuan Qingshuang's arms. After Xuanyuan Qingshuang took it, he quickly walked into the room.

Qu Yi was reclining on the imperial concubine's couch, fiddling with the ancient book of plum blossoms that Xuanyuan Qingshuang had given him.

Sikong Zhu was preparing to enter the arena again.

Xuanyuan Qingshuang hugged the little orange, her white fingers ran upside down on her back, creating a shiny orange spray.

It is indeed silky smooth!
(End of this chapter)