"Master, if I win first place in the Immortal Alliance Conference, can you grant me one wish?"

Yin Buqi asked while combing Jiang Niannian's hair.

He smelled the fragrance of plants and trees on Jiang Niannian's body and unconsciously stroked her hair.

Master's hair is one of his favorite things to touch.

Jiang Nian Nian asked: "What wish?"

"It's boring to talk about it now. Let's talk about it after we win first place. It'll keep it a suspense."

Jiang Niannian's gentle eyes were filled with smiles, and she nodded: "Okay."

Yin Buqi has never had a clear boundary when it comes to his attitude towards Jiang Niannian.

At first he just thought that Jiang Niannian was too pure, too innocent, kind and compassionate, like an immortal.

But he never believed that there were completely good people in the world, so he deliberately caused trouble in order to anger her and pull her off the altar.

But the more they got along, the more he felt that Jiang Niannian had a fatal attraction to him, as if his heart would itch whenever he saw her.

He still liked to cause trouble for her, as if the devil in his heart would be pleased as long as he saw the slightest change on her face, which always wore a gentle smile, and it was caused by him.

He felt extremely excited.

"Master."

"Um?"

"Master."

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'll just call you."

Jiang Niannian: “…Yeah.”

…

It has been a long time since such a fierce and capable young cultivator appeared at the Immortal Alliance Conference.

He looks to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but among his disciples, no one can be his match.

He was too ruthless, had no sympathy, and was only interested in winning, which made the monks watching the fight frown.

"Whose disciple is this? He is so violent."

"Look at this kid. It seems that he doesn't want weapons. He is the one holding the weapons. He is not afraid of getting hurt or dying. He is full of violence."

Jiang Niannian originally wanted to reprimand Yin Buqi and tell him to stop.

But every time Yin Buqi won a game, he would turn around and smile at Jiang Niannian, as if waiting for her praise.

Suddenly she couldn't say anything harsh.

His smile is enough to turn everyone upside down.

Yin Buqi's appearance was not masculine and heroic; on the contrary, his facial features were feminine and his body was tall and thin.

There were many young female cultivators in the audience. Perhaps it was the first time they saw Yin Buqi like this, and their eyes widened.

At this time, an old man in the crowd said: "This boy may betray his teacher and ancestors in the future."

"Old sir." Jiang Niannian frowned slightly and couldn't help but retort: ​​"I don't like you talking about my apprentice like that."

The old man shook his head and said, "I just hope that nothing serious will happen in the future."

She is the Way of Heaven. Although her deductive ability has weakened a lot after she came to the human world, she is still capable of deducing the fate of a mortal.

She will teach her apprentice well, so how could she possibly betray her teacher and ancestors?

This is nothing but alarmist talk.

As he was speaking, Yin Buqi had already reached the midfield, competing with another outstanding player for the final victory.

That disciple was the chief disciple of Higurashi Hanaken-kun.

Yin Buqi was a vindictive person who was not easy to mess with. But the disciple looked down on independent cultivators and provoked him, "How come you come to compete without even a sword? Your master is not so poor that he can't even afford a sword? It turns out that independent cultivators are not up to par."

Jiang Niannian thought to herself that this was not good. She was afraid that her disciple would be ruthless.

Yin Buqi straightened his sleeves, looked at the ground, and said nonchalantly: "You? Just have hands."

The disciple looked at him with a gaze as sharp as a thorn.

Yin Buqisi didn't care about him at all, and said with a fake smile: "You can't beat me."

You can't beat me, so you'd better surrender directly.

Yin Buqi didn't finish the rest of his words, leaving some face for the other party.

The disciple lost all his dignity and wanted to say something to humiliate him, "Do you believe that I will beat you up later..."

But Yin Buqi didn't give him the chance to speak again.

Yin Buqi took action directly.

The disciple stepped back hastily, thrusting the long sword in his hand. Yin Buqi slightly turned sideways.

The sharp edge of the long sword flashed by, revealing the handsome face of the young man in front of him, but his eyes were too murderous. Looking at them alone, he didn't look like a beauty, but more like the death of the devil.

"Don't give up, stop it!"

Jiang Niannian saw clearly what Yin Buqi was doing and tried to stop him, but unexpectedly Yin Buqi ignored her.

In that flash, the disciple turned his head and saw the stump falling to the ground.

It was a complete hand, his hand.

"ah--"

A shrill cry was heard, and the disciple showed a look of terrified expression.

His hand was actually torn off by this man with his bare hands!

Madman! He is a madman!

Yin didn't appreciate his desperate expression and smiled perversely.

His fingertips were stained with blood, and he threw it forward seemingly unintentionally. The blood-dripping finger pierced the disciple's severed limb like a needle, causing him to twitch in pain.

Yin Buqi smiled lazily and said, "I don't believe it."

The monks watching the battle: We have lived for so many years and have seen all kinds of big scenes...but we have never seen a scene like this.

How could a disciple directly tear someone's hand off and separate him from his body at the Immortal Alliance Conference!

"Evil creature!" A deep voice sounded, and a huge spiritual power flew from the side, as if a dragon broke out from the depths of the earth and swooped down towards Yin Buqi!

When the armless disciple heard the voice, he immediately became excited: "Master is here!"

The smile on Yin Buqi's face froze.

Jiang Niannian waved her robe to block the spiritual power.

The two forces collided, causing layers of shocking waves, and the weaker monks were knocked to the ground with screams.

Suddenly, sand and rocks flew everywhere and strong winds blew.

Jiang Niannian quickly stood up, stepped into the air, and flew towards the arena.

She was slightly frightened in her heart, thinking that Yin Buqi was too cruel, and now that his master was coming to find her, this matter might not end well.

When the smoke cleared, two figures appeared on the battlefield.

A man and a woman, both dressed in white, floated down.

"That's Canghuajianjun!"

"Who is that woman next to him?"

"I haven't seen him before. He should be the young man's master."

The man reached out his hand to stop the bleeding from the disciple's broken arm and fed him a pill.

Without saying a word, he attacked Jiang Niannian with an icy sword in his hand.

Jiang Niannian didn't want to fight him, but the man's sword was getting closer and closer, and she had no choice but to fight back.

The two men started fighting, and the rest of the monks could only hide, protecting themselves while looking at the wind and thunderclouds in the sky in awe. It was a fight they could not get involved in at all.

No matter how strong Yin Buqi is, he is limited to being a disciple. With his current strength, he cannot intervene in the battle in the sky.

He looked at Jiang Niannian, who was hunting in the air, with a mixture of reluctance and joy in his eyes.

Unfortunately, he is not strong enough.

Fortunately, his master took action for him.

At this time, the disciple with the broken arm was not at all calm. He stared at Yin Buqi as if he wanted to kill him, and said angrily: "You crazy dog!"

"Tsk." Yin Buqi's smile was both wild and evil. He looked at the man as if he were looking at a dirty dog: "Be quiet, don't disturb me from seeing my master."