Gu Qingxi wanted to laugh. The child's skin color was darker than Pen Pen's. She didn't know why the cubs of the Feathered People looked like this.
Then Youyou told Gu Qingxi her next plan.
"I want to send this cub back to his people as soon as possible. The cubs of the Feathered People actually grow very fast. He eats so much, so he will grow very fast too. The cubs have a transformation period and must be cared for by adult Feathered People. Tomorrow, after Jiuya gives the refined kitchen utensils to the kitchen cultivator, we will set out to find the territory of the Feathered People." Youyou explained to Gu Qingxi, "I also want to watch your competition, but his affairs cannot be delayed." "I
understand. Send him back to his people as soon as possible." Gu Qingxi patted Youyou on the shoulder. "There will be another Wanfa Conference in thirty years. I hope that by then we will be qualified to become referees of the kitchen cultivator competition. During this time, practice hard." Youyou
couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and then nodded vigorously: "I won't slack off in practice, and you should work hard too." Recover your strength and memory as soon as possible. We will also complete the dreams that we didn't have time to complete in our previous lives together.
Youyou and Yun Jiuya were going to take Heitan back to the inn. Yun Jiuya had to quickly refine the kitchen utensils that he had promised to the kitchen repairman. They had to set out early tomorrow morning, so they also needed to make some preparations.
"I'll come back to see you after I send Heitan home." Youyou said.
"Well, take care on your way." Gu Qingxi, Youyou and Yun Jiuya said goodbye.
Ye Wuchen was urgently called away by his father again.
Gu Qingxi was staggering to the competition venue of the Nascent Soul Group.
It would be the turn of the little senior brother to compete soon, and she wanted to cheer for him.
Halfway through the journey, she met an acquaintance, Fang Jingxue.
However, Fang Jingxue seemed to be in trouble, and she was surrounded by several cultivators.
The monks all looked unfriendly. The leader was a gorgeously dressed female monk who said to Fang Jingxue with disdain, "Fang Jingxue, you have come to this day. Didn't you always look up to others before, surrounded by people? How come you are like a lost dog now, all alone?"
Gu Qingxi: "?" Huh? What do you mean today and tomorrow? She agreed with the statement that Fang Jingxue used to look up to others. But she didn't agree with the last sentence.
How could Fang Jingxue look like a lost dog? If this guy is a dog, he must be a vicious guard dog.
Sure enough, the next moment Fang Jingxue sneered, looked at the people around the female cultivator with contempt, and retorted: "Fang Jingrou, do you think you can do anything to me with a few lackeys?"
"Fang Jingxue, you misunderstood me. You chose a small and broken sect to become a disciple, and you are in such a miserable state. I pity you and think about you. Otherwise, I will go and beg my master to accept you as an outer disciple. Our sect is a heavenly sect." The female cultivator's face sank, and her words were extremely sarcastic, and every sentence was extremely insulting.
Gu Qingxi said that she would not agree with this.
What small and broken sect? Is this female cultivator still living in the past?
Can the current Tianqing Sect still be a small and broken sect?
Still want Fang Jingxue to be an outer disciple?
Such humiliation and ridicule, can she, Gu Qingxi, tolerate it?
Fang Jingxue was too lazy to talk nonsense with the female cultivator, and said directly: "Get out! If you don't get out, I will beat you up."
"Fang Jingxue, who do you think you are? Do you think you are still the eldest daughter of the Fang family? After your grandmother who protects you the most dies, I will see how arrogant you are...Ah--!!!" Fang Jingrou had a sinister look on her face, and she taunted Fang Jingxue coldly, but before she finished her words, the last word turned into a high-pitched scream.
Then Fang Jingrou flew out, and after flying up, blood spurted out of her mouth, and a blood mist spurted out in the air. It seemed that two teeth also flew out together.
Fang Jingxue's hand was still on the hilt of the sword at this moment, and she had not yet drawn the sword.
She was furious and wanted to draw the sword to teach Fang Jingrou a lesson, but before she could draw the sword, Fang Jingrou was already knocked away.
Who did it?
Fang Jingxue turned around and looked at the person who shot behind her.
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