Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

"Okay, let's go out and play, go out and play."

The two elves clapped their hands happily and had fun around their master.

"Crack."

The tiger's brain is also mixed in, and it can be called vigorously.

"It's finally time to go out for a walk. Tomorrow's martial arts competition is really exciting."

Listening to the happy laughter of the two elves, Jin Jing felt an indescribable joy.

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The Lanyue Sect is located on the halfway up the Lanyue Mountain. The mountain is high and steep, steep and difficult to walk.

Facing the brilliant morning sun, the young men climbed up the mountain that is closest to the main gate of Lanyue Sect.

Lin Qingluo was dressed in Tsing Yi, with black hair flying, standing pretty on the top of the mountain, pointing at the archway standing in front of the main entrance, showing his domineering aura.

"Brother Meng, have you seen the archway? Shoot an arrow at that."

"Okay."

Wang Meng held a huge bow that weighed more than a thousand catties, put on the bow and arrow, shouted, and pulled the bowstring to the extreme.

"shoot!"

Lin Qingluo's eyes were shining brightly, Wang Meng let go of the bowstring with an order, and the flying arrow flew across the void like a shooting star with a sharp whistle, and shot towards the archway halfway up the mountain.

"Kachacha."

The flying arrow hit accurately, and the swift force penetrated the archway, and the fine cracks gradually extended to the surroundings.

"One arrow is not enough, just another arrow."

Shi Shi didn't think it was a big deal to watch a good show, so he took out a cloth strip full of handwriting from the storage bag, and tied it to the tail of the arrow.

"You bastard, what are you writing?"

"It's like a dog crawling, it's so ugly."

Wang Meng gave him a disgusted look, Feng Yi tore off the cloth, and spread it out in front of his brothers.

Mo Canglan was holding a glazed vase, Lin Yixuan was holding leopard teeth, Lin Jinyang was holding a tiger brain, the three of them, one tiger and one leopard, all looked over curiously.

"Ahem, this word is really ugly."

The two little elves poked their heads out of the vase, and the jinjing transformed into a palm-sized pocket koi queen, who also looked curiously at the cloth strip.

After a while, everyone including the cute pets shook their heads and showed helpless smiles.

"Gauntlet!"

Shitou was not ashamed, but rather proud: "You are not as delicate as my master. Master challenges the leader of the martial arts. Only with a formal letter of challenge will he appear more imposing."

"As long as you are a dog crawling, it is also called a challenge book?"

Feng Yi shook the cloth, with a look of disgust: "Take it out for others to see, it's embarrassing, it's better not to write it."

"Something is better than nothing."

Shi Shi stiffened his neck and responded with a look of dissatisfaction.

"The stone has a heart, let's tie it."

Lin Qingluo glanced at Gouzao's handwriting, and smiled indifferently.

"Master?"

Feng Yi paused while shaking the cloth strip's hand, and the rest of the brothers showed expressions of disbelief.

This word is really ugly.

Announcing it to the world will damage the reputation of the little master!

"It's just a challenge letter, it doesn't matter."

Lin Qingluo raised his eyebrows lightly, showing his domineering aura: "The key is to win. As long as you win, no one will care about the handwriting. No matter how ugly the writing is, no one will dare to criticize it."

"Hey, master is mighty!"

Stone heard the music, and raised his arms and cheered loudly.

"show off."

Wind Wing kicked him, and re-tied the strip of cloth on the nock of the arrow.

"Brother Meng, keep shooting."

Lin Qingluo was domineering and lingering: "Shoot until they find someone challenging and come out to fight."

"Okay."

Wang Meng had nowhere to use his strength, and was trying to use the introduction to move his muscles and bones.

Hearing the instruction, he was very excited, and immediately drew the bowstring and shot a flying arrow.

"Whoosh."

The flying arrow whizzed away with a sharp sound of piercing through the air, piercing through the archway with swift force, and the cloth strip vibrated violently with the arrow tail.

"Kachacha."

The archway is cracked, and the fine cracks extend in all directions along the veins of the rock.