After the salted fish is rotten, rely on the crow's mouth to revitalize the world of cultivatin

Chapter 7

Yuan Tianzong didn't get along with Yijianmen, so he was happy to watch the jokes.

Its suzerain yuan and cheerful.

"What Junior Sister Yan Han said is extremely true, the legendary genius, this suzerain has wanted to see for a long time."

The Poor Patriarch raised his hand, took a gulp of the wine gourd.

He frowned. The taste of the wine seemed not so good.

Alas, people who are an eyesore really spoil the mood.

He shook his head, as if he didn't hear what they said, and took another sip on his own.

Looking at the arena below, he seemed to be fascinated.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and a wave of embarrassment spread.

I don't know who sneered, the suzerain of Hehuan Sect and the suzerain of Yuan Tianzong looked a little ugly.

"It seems that the brother is old and has poor hearing."

Yan Han had an elegant and generous face, but his words were yin and yang.

"Well, I can't compare to the suzerain's age, but I'm so childish."

As the saying goes, pretend to be tender.

Yan Han's face flushed red, and flames were blazing in his eyes.

"Extremely poor!"

Yan Han's hands were tightly clenched, and his whole body was faintly imposing.

Back then, she was humiliated and blackmailed by the two master and apprentice.

Over the years, she has hinted to her disciples how Yijianmen looked down on Hehuanzong openly and secretly, and asked them to make trouble for Yijianmen.

In this way, the relationship between Yijianmen and Hehuanzong became more and more like fire and water.

But the person she wants to die is still alive and well.

The atmosphere on the high platform suddenly became tense.

Ruochan, the abbot of Buddhism, a good man and peacemaker in the world of cultivating immortals, uttered the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, all benefactors, don't be so impatient. The Buddha said: I am anxious to get angry, and my heart is moved."

Although Buddhism ranks second to last among the six sects, and its talents have withered in recent years, in the world of cultivating immortals, Buddhism's position is unshakable, so no one will not give Fang Zhang Ruochan face.

"Humph!"

Yan Han flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly, no longer speaking.

The atmosphere seemed to regain harmony.

In the square, the people on the ring went up and down, down and up again.

There are disciples cheering for their own sect, and there are sarcasm for other failed sects.

"Ahhh, this senior brother is so powerful, he actually defeated the senior senior brother of Yijian Sect."

"Of course, that's my Senior Brother Zou Han."

"Isn't Zou Han the one who was rejected by Patriarch Qiongji at the beginning? I didn't expect that after only a few years, his strength has reached the seventh level of Qi refining."

A group of disciples gathered together, seeming to be whispering about popular figures in the world of cultivating immortals, but in fact, the voice was so loud that they couldn't suppress it even in such a noisy environment.

The woman in the middle folded her arms and looked very bright, with heavy makeup and long black eyeliner at the corners of her eyes.

There was contempt in those eyes.

"Patriarch Qiongji is blind. My senior brother begged him back then, but he refused to accept him. Instead, he accepted someone with a talent in the lightning department. As a result, he became a joke in the entire world of cultivating immortals."

"You may not know? It is said that the newly recruited disciple is a beggar himself!"

"What is a beggar? How can such a person be in our world of cultivating immortals? Isn't this polluting our world of cultivating immortals?"

"That's right, it's too disgusting."

There was some commotion in the crowd, everyone's face was filled with disgust

"Aren't you afraid? I heard that Patriarch Qiongji loves this apprentice very much."

"Two years ago, I heard that the Demon Emperor was going to harm his disciple, so he went to the Demon Realm and beat him up. If the Poor Patriarch knows that you have slandered his disciple like this, I'm afraid he won't be able to do so. good."

Someone weakly added this sentence, but everyone rolled their eyes in the next second.

"That was four years ago, but now, that beggar is obviously not a talent to be made. Do you think Patriarch Poor will help her out?"

"Otherwise, hit me and see if the old man will stand up for me."

The leisurely voice had a bit of obedient interest, it was obviously not loud, but it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The crowd subconsciously parted sideways.

I saw a man and a woman in the middle.

The man was dressed in a scarlet robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, his slightly narrow phoenix eyes were half-squinted, and thin lips were under his tall nose.

At this time, his face was expressionless, and even the tear mole under the corner of his right eye seemed a little unreasonable.

The woman looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, she was wearing a gray robe, and her hair was casually tied into a Taoist nun's head with a wooden hairpin.

The only thing that stands out is that fair and immature face with baby fat, and those clean eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

The scene was silent for a moment because of the arrival of the two.

But that bright-looking young girl's eyes were fixed on Feng Ming's body at this time.

That gaze was extremely aggressive.

Obviously at this moment, she had already left her senior brother Zou Han out of the blue.

"This senior has such a good demeanor. I don't know which sect he is from. Zhu Jiahui, an inner disciple of the Lower Hehuan Sect, has seen him before."

The delicate voice became mellow and charming.

Her eyes flickered, and her face, which was already quite gorgeous, was even more brilliant now.

"It was you who were speaking ill of my little junior sister just now!"

Feng Ming ignored the other party's question, and stared at her coldly.

Zhu Jiahui was slightly stunned, never thinking that her charm would not respond to the other party.

She bit her red lips lightly, her eyelids drooped slightly, and when she raised her eyes, there was water in her eyes.

Xuan Ran wants to cry.

"Senior brother, how can you wrong me so much? I don't even know who your junior sister is? How can you say bad things about your junior sister? Could it be that this senior brother is stronger than me, so he thinks I'm easy to bully?"

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Yao Miao took out a spiritual fruit from the storage ring, and directly bit into it.

The fresh juice enters the mouth and bursts on the taste buds.

She couldn't help squinting her eyes in enjoyment.

This snow spirit fruit tastes good.

In another day, she will have to go to the fourth senior brother to blackmail her again.

Swallowing the pulp, watching the little girl who was about to cry or not, as if they had bullied someone, reached out her hand to interrupt her performance.

"Then introduce yourself."

"Just now, the beggar you discussed just now, that trash, the person who shouldn't appear in the world of cultivating immortals, is probably me, and the one next to me..."

Yao Miao raised her hand and patted Feng Ming beside her.

"It's my third senior brother."

"So little sister, my third senior brother didn't wrong you."

The people present were stunned for a moment, and when they reacted, all of them looked a little ugly.

It's a bit embarrassing to say bad things about people behind their backs, and to be caught by the owner.

Even Zhu Jiahui's complexion couldn't help but turn red for a moment.

It's just that when she sees how close Yan Miao and Feng Ming are, a sense of unwillingness and jealousy surges in her heart.

That's the person she's looking for, how dare this ugly girl do it.

As the saying goes, jealousy makes people lose their minds.

Especially when she realizes that the person she just fell in love with is the genius Feng Ming.

Seeing Yao Miao's eyes became more and more unfriendly, and the words just popped out of his head.

(End of this chapter)