Chapter 148 Immortal Lord, Stop Flirting, Be Careful of Your Own (Part 2)
Yu Huo looked at the person not far away and saw that he was still staring at him with his beautiful eyes open, as if he was studying some incredible species.
He frowned slightly: "Still looking? If you keep looking, I'll turn on the swearing switch!"
It was also strange that Jiang Feng turned away his eyes almost instantly, his long eyelashes half-drooped, casting a light shadow under his eyelids.
Yu Huo didn't let others watch, but he himself was watching it intently.
——Tsk, what on earth is Jiang Feng's face like? How come it's so good-looking! Not only is it good-looking, it can also breathe! Hey, a boy who can breathe is really a plus~
Jiang Feng raised his eyelids quickly and then closed them again.
It's not an illusion. The other person didn't open his mouth, so where did the sound come from?
Just as I was wondering, Saint Lord Lieyang gestured for everyone to take a seat and continue with the previous disciple selection competition.
Saint Lord Su Yue was pushed over by the head of Chaomu Peak, and he pressed his shoulders and sat beside him.
Jiang Feng put aside his doubts for the moment and signaled with his eyes to the three disciples he had just selected to come forward and pay their respects.
The demon's acting was excellent. He and the other two cultivators all had the same excitement on their faces at becoming Ye Hanfeng's personal disciples: "Greetings to Saint Su Yue."
At this moment, the person beside him smiled brightly and said kindly, "Since you have entered my Yehan Peak, you should call me Master."
The three of them nodded quickly and responded, "Greetings, Master."
"Well, no need for formalities. I am in a hurry to go out today. We can talk about the apprenticeship ceremony tomorrow."
The three bowed again: "Disciples thank Master."
"No need, just stand behind me and continue watching the tryouts."
The matter of accepting a disciple was settled, and Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
Just when he was about to put aside the strange sound, the sound came into his ears again, and because the distance was closer, it became clearer.
——I’ll go back to the warehouse later to see if there’s any useless junk. The good things in the Qiankun bag can’t be given to outsiders.
——Speaking of which... Jiang Feng, what kind of taste is this! Why does he always find me disciples that are uglier than the last? Stand behind me quickly and stop polluting my eyes!
Jiang Feng tilted his head in surprise and looked at the other person. Perhaps he noticed his gaze, and the other person glanced at him lightly, with gentleness on his handsome face, as if a banished immortal had returned to the world.
If you ignore that voice.
——My wife is still prettier, well, look at her for a while longer to refresh your eyes!
Jiang Feng: “…”
It's not an illusion!
Could he hear the other person's thoughts?
As if intending to verify it, he lowered his eyelids and stopped looking at the ring, concentrating his thoughts on the inexplicable voice in his heart.
Soon, the opportunity for verification came.
——I’m so thirsty and want to drink.
Jiang Feng blinked, raised his hand and pushed the wine pot in front of him over, explaining: "Saint Lord Su Yue, the servants didn't know you had come out of seclusion, so the preparations are a little lacking. If you are thirsty, you can drink this pot of peach wine, which I haven't touched yet."
Yu Huo hummed: "No need to be so polite to me, just call me by my name."
——Wow, you have good taste?
Jiang Feng: "...Oh."
Is this person mentally ill?
He appears to be cool and noble on the surface, but is actually a chatterbox in private?
The people around me were quiet for a rare moment, as if all their attention was taken away by the pot of peach blossom wine in front of them.
He unsealed the wine, sniffed the peach blossom wine aroma that came to his face, his cunning fox eyes narrowed into a comfortable arc, then he grabbed the wine pot heroically, and without pouring it into the cup, he poured it directly into his open thin lips.
The clear wine stains slid from the corner of her mouth, flowed down her fair neck, and finally submerged in the plain blue collar...
People in the world of cultivation live long lives, and this wine has been stored for a long time, so it tastes very strong.
Yu Huo drank one-third of the drink in one gulp, a satisfied smile in his eyes.
Being drunk, his gaze uncontrollably fell on the beauty beside him again.
—What are you looking at? I just drank a few sips!
—Is this guy thinking I should quit drinking? Damn, wishful thinking? It's not like I can't drink!
Jiang Feng wanted to laugh, but was afraid that the other party would notice something was wrong, so he quickly turned his eyes away and pretended to look at the arena seriously.
At this time, the winner of the arena had been decided. The round-faced female cultivator with pigtails panted tiredly a few times, and her admiring eyes fell on the Holy Lord of the Fiery Sun on the high platform.
"Master, I want to enter the main peak to practice."
Wei Fengxiao's gaze slowly shifted, and with a domineering expression, she said in a cold voice, "Okay."
The female cultivator was delighted to hear this, then pursed her lips and cautiously asked, "Is it okay for me to be your direct disciple?"
Wei Fengxiao looked at her for a few seconds and said, "To become my personal disciple, you must at least be the first in the selection."
The female cultivator hummed forcefully, "Thank you for your kindness, Master. I will definitely not let you down!"
A rare flicker of admiration flashed across Wei Fengxiao's eyes, but he said nothing, just nodded slightly.
Next, Pigtails made it to the finals with unstoppable force, which impressed many people.
There were even a few peak masters who were secretly thinking that if Mahuabian didn't get first place, they would snatch him away to their own peaks to be their personal disciples.
Yu Huo was not interested in all this. He smacked his lips and turned the wine jug over, only to find it was empty. Not a drop of wine was left as it had already been poured into his mouth.
Looking at the disappointment in Yu Huo's eyes, Jiang Feng sighed inwardly, he was indeed a drunkard.
The next second, familiar mumbling sounded in my ears.
When will this competition end? I can't act this cool anymore, how about I just throw it all away and destroy my persona for fun?
——It doesn’t matter if I accidentally offend someone. Besides Wei Fengxiao, no one can beat me anyway.
——But fighting is exhausting, and the wine is all gone.
——Oh, I’m sleepy and want to sleep.
——It’s so boring. I hope everyone here will lose their hair and go home to sleep.
Jiang Feng: “…”
He had never shown up in public for three years after their marriage. He had always believed that Saint Lord Su Yue was as ugly and bad-tempered as the outside world said. Who knew that he was so rich in heart and was also an alcoholic and lustful?
Sure enough, rumors are just rumors and have no basis at all.
In order to be fair in the outer sect competition or to prevent these young geniuses from becoming arrogant, the three contestants who advance in the end will not be enemies with each other. They need to challenge the direct disciples guarding the ring at Chaomu Peak. Whoever defeats the defender with more moves will win.
The other two top candidates fought off the defender for 101 and 86 moves respectively.
This result is better than previous years, and it may be because the direct disciple of Chaomu Peak is not very good.
Finally, Pigtailed Girl came on stage. She had a top-grade wind spirit root, and her figure was naturally ethereal. In addition, she was talented and had a solid foundation. She had not been defeated in 130 moves, and even had the energy left to swing out a sharp wind blade.
Just when everyone's attention was focused on the ring, Jiang Feng heard the other party's "nonsense" again.
——Oh, my head hurts. Someone must be stealing my wisdom.
Jiang Feng's mouth twitched. "Who would be so bored as to steal the wisdom of a chatterbox? You're clearly drinking too much!"
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