My cute little junior sister is too curly

Chapter 11 The Daughter of Luck
"I want Fourth Senior Brother to accompany me to participate in the Zongmen Competition in two years' time." Feng Qingran originally wanted everyone to participate.

However, after reading the records about the competition, I learned that the competition is held every ten years, and the contestants are required to be no more than two hundred years old.

This also led to the fact that there is no strong Nascent Soul Stage player in the competition records.

After all, there are very few strong men who can reach the Nascent Soul stage at the age of two hundred.

Even if there is, such a proud person of heaven will not surrender his status to participate in this kind of competition.

Moreover, she decided to use the senior brother and the seventh senior brother as secret weapons, and she would not show her edge until the two of them had broken through to transform into gods.

After thinking for a while, Mu Qianjue nodded in agreement.

Although this kind of competition is very boring, but if the junior sister wants to go, he has to accompany her.

"Junior Martial Sister, I'm going too." Ning Shiyue said with almond eyes like spring, clear waves of hope, and her voice like silver bells.

"I'll go too!" Baili Wenyue's fox-like eyes flashed with interest, and there were so many people.

Ning Shiyue rolled her eyes, "I still want to call the third senior sister and the eighth junior brother. They have long thought of participating, but before the master didn't mention this matter, everyone didn't say they would go."

"I'll send a letter to the third senior sister and the eighth junior brother, telling them to hurry back to the sect." Ning Shiyue took out the sound transmission talisman and sent a message to Qin Hanyan and Yan Moyu.

Liu Canglan saw that everyone was excited, and planned to talk about participating.

Feng Qingran seemed to have sensed his intentions, and explained first, "Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Brother, Nascent Soul Stage cannot participate in this competition, but I have already thought about it for you."

"Qingyun Prefecture will select fifty strong men within five hundred years of age after nine years, and send them to participate in the competition held in the Kyushu Continent. That competition is the goal of the two of you."

Except for Mo Jinghong, the others all showed surprise.

Liu Canglan said: "There is still such a competition in the Nine Provinces Continent, why have we never heard of it?"

Feng Qingran's eyes flickered slightly, she seemed to be talking too much.

Every 100 years in the mainland of Kyushu, a fighting spirit competition will be held, and the top [-] strong will be selected in the competition, and sent to practice in higher-level secret realms.

But this secret is only known to the core figures of the eight major sects and the eight hermit families.

After all, they only want to leave such a good opportunity for outstanding disciples, so the fewer people who know about it, the better.

"Junior Sister is probably talking about the Spirit Fighting Competition mentioned in the ancient books. It is said that all the disciples who come back from the Spirit Fighting Competition can reach the level of god transformation." Mo Jinghong explained aloud.

"That ancient book? There are so many interesting things recorded, I also think... hey..." Before Baili Wenyue finished speaking, Mu Qianjue tapped him with a fan.

Mu Qianjue said half-jokingly: "You don't care so much, you'd better control the beast."

Everyone was tactful and didn't ask any more questions.

Feng Qingran cast a grateful look at Mo Jinghong, luckily Seventh Senior Brother rounded her up, otherwise if they asked again, she really didn't know how to answer.

"Now that we have a goal, let's practice hard." Feng Qingran said with a smile.

Dugu Jian and the others nodded in agreement, but they didn't know that from today onwards, their nightmare was about to begin.

A little elf who was crazily digging in the space felt a chill on his back and stopped flapping his wings. Wouldn't the master want to pull out the spiritual plant he had worked so hard to plant again?

Or do you want it to annotate the book?

Feng Qingran couldn't feel the elf's resentment. With a wave of her hand, everyone had an extra stack of books in front of their eyes.

Feng Qingran smiled harmlessly to people and animals, and said to Liu Canglan: "Brother, Lei Lingen, in the mid-Yuanying stage, has been stuck in the realm for twenty years, this is all the exercises I found for you about Lei Linggen, there are Annotate, give the brother half a year to memorize it, and I will check it."

The corners of Liu Canglan's mouth twitched, looking at the pile of books that were half the height of a person, this... It may not be possible to finish reading it in half a year, but to memorize it?
But seeing Feng Qingran's serious expression, Liu Canglan nodded in agreement.

Liu Canglan didn't know, but his nodding, since the wind of introversion blew in Ling Yunzong.

Satisfied, Feng Qingran turned around and walked to Dugu Jianyi's side, "Second Senior Brother, I don't care about your cultivation. I give you three months to read this stack of books, and I'll conduct random checks when the time comes."

She must train the second senior brother to know the treasure, and she must not let the second senior brother be poor for the rest of his life.

Otherwise, her second sister-in-law will have a hard time in the future!
"Little junior sister, don't worry." Dugu Jian froze instantly as he couldn't wait to open a book. Why aren't these books sword manuals?

However, Feng Qingran has already walked in front of Mu Qianjue, "Fourth senior brother, here are all about the cultivation methods of fire spirit root and gold spirit root, as well as the control of different fires, and the design of hidden weapons. It takes you a year to recite all of them."

"Junior Sister, can we discuss it?" Mu Qianjue didn't like reading books the most, and his cultivation was improved through experience.

Letting him sit and read a book is more uncomfortable than killing him.

Feng Qingran didn't answer his question directly, "I remember that Master Qianji seems to be in Huoling State, and the Spirit Fighting Competition will be held in Huoling State nine years later. If the fourth brother wants to meet Master Qianji, he must become a member of Qingyun State. Ranked in the top fifty powerhouses."

Feng Qingran's words are not false at all, the mainland of Kyushu has strict laws and regulations between states, and they are not allowed to cross state boundaries without reason.

In particular, people from low-level states are not allowed to go to high-level states without authorization, and they will be killed immediately if found.

Huolingzhou is two levels higher than Qingyunzhou. If you want to go to Huolingzhou, one is to break through the Mahayana stage, and the other is to participate in the Spirit Fighting Competition.

"Master Qianji! Are you sure he is in Huolingzhou?" Mu Qianjue was willing to join Lingyunzong at the beginning.

It was because Ye Wentian told him that he could take him to see Master Qianji.

As a result, he entered Lingyun Sect for decades, let alone meeting Master Qianji.

Even the number of times I saw Ye Wentian was few and far between.

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at the same time.

Ye Wentian, who was in Huolingzhou, sneezed several times suddenly, and said drunkenly, "Qianji, why did you call me here all of a sudden?"

"Did you follow the agreement and not accept disciples within a hundred years?" The clear eyes of the man in white beside him were neither happy nor sad, as if they could see through everything in the world.

"Hi...promise? I kept it." Ye Wentian took another sip of his wine as he spoke.

An imperceptible lingering flashed across Chu Qianji's eyes, like warm snow that hadn't melted in spring, "Who is that Feng Qingran?"

Ye Wentian said nonchalantly, "My nine disciples,"

"Ask the heavens, why do you want to recruit disciples before the hundred-year agreement has come?"

"But I didn't accept Feng Qingran at the Zongmen Conference, but I picked it up on the road. I told me that my little apprentice is amazing. She has the Heavenly Moon Holy Body, and she is a top-grade fairy root, and she has worked hard in her cultivation." Ye Wentian's pride was beyond words.

The color of Chu Qianji's eyes changed slightly, a drop of wine stained his fingers, and he drew a strange pattern on the table.

Then drip blood into it, looking at the trace of the blood, his face became more and more dignified.

How can this happen?

Why didn't Feng Qingran go to Tianjianzong according to the established track?

Chu Qianji's eyes became a little more heavy, "Wen Tian, ​​tell me about the scene when you accepted apprentices."

Before Ye Wentian finished speaking, Chu Qianji realized that something was wrong.

Someone must have touched Feng Qingran's fate again.

Chu Qianji raised his hand and wiped off the pattern on the table, "Man, do you still remember your mission?"

"Of course I remember, the little boy of the Emperor of Heaven, let us come here to give his precious daughter the opportunity to help her cultivate the Dao..." Ye Wentian seemed to have thought of something, and his face turned cold. You have to go heresy, sacrifice a small world, just to help one person achieve greatness."

"Wen Tian, ​​Feng Qingran is a child you shouldn't accept. Her luck belongs to the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven. The stronger Feng Qingran is, the weaker the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven will be." Chu Qianji sighed, Feng Qingran is also fate. not good.

Ye Wentian was half awake, and his face suddenly became serious, "Qianji, don't you feel that the Emperor of Heaven is doing something wrong? How many people's future has he ruined because of his own selfishness?"

"And the Emperor of Heaven definitely did a lot of tricks behind the scenes. The last time I saw his daughter, I found that she was riddled with black energy. Those evil results are definitely not owed by a lifetime..."

Ye Wentian's eyes were cloudy, and when he met Chu Qianji's again, he looked half drunk and half awake again.

Chu Qianji's tone was full of helplessness, "Of course I know, but there's nothing we can do about it. In the upper realm, the Heavenly Emperor covers the sky with one hand and plays with the world. If we don't help him, I'm afraid more innocent people will be hurt."

"Heh! Karma reincarnation, retribution is not good, it's not that there is no retribution, it's just that the time hasn't come." Ye Wentian shook his head,

Chu Qianji wanted to say something more, but found that Ye Wentian had fallen asleep lying on the table.

Chu Qianji's eyes were complicated, and some words were not said in the end.

That's it!

(End of this chapter)