Chapter 15 You guys are so noisy!! The fight begins, warmth and mouth...

"Actually, it's really not necessary." Xie Tingyu didn't know what Wen Zhiyu felt.

'Did you take the wrong medicine today? Or is that unique double-breasted dish poisonous?'

Wen Zhiyu finally did not "make things difficult" for her. He relaxed his hands and raised a sword. "In that case, I will express my apology with a sword move."

Yun Heng picked up the things that fell on the table and looked up at the two energetic disciples. "Don't hang around so early in the morning. Can't you take a rest first?"

He murmured to himself, "Little Situ is still honest, he never troubles me."

"Master Brother does have a special feeling towards food, and Master doesn't even need to advise him." Wen Zhiyu nodded in agreement, and Xie Tingyu couldn't help laughing.

Yun Heng snorted, "What do you mean? I told you to respect the elderly and love the young, and to honor your teachers, but the more you learn, the more you go backwards!"

Xie Tingyu seldom saw such a genuine warmth and smile. The gentle face he had shown to others in the past seemed extremely hypocritical in comparison.

Xie Tingyu felt something was wrong, and for the next six days, Wen Zhiyu supervised her sword practice every day. Yun Heng did not feel the slightest bit of heartache or hesitation when facing Xie Tingyu's miserable condition.

I have never suffered such injustice even in the ghost house!

However, under such high-intensity torture, Xie Tingyu's "progress" was so rapid in just seven days that even Yun Heng found it hard to believe.

"Young man, you have reached the fourth level of heaven." Yun Heng frowned slightly. "You have only been practicing for less than half a month, and you have already reached the fourth level of heaven?"

As a master, I am naturally proud of my talented disciple. However, to outsiders, Xie Tingyu's progress may be the result of force-feeding her with magical medicine or elixir to achieve the purpose of rapidly improving her embroidery skills.

Taking drugs is always bad, and it will leave a lot of drug impurities in the body that are difficult to remove.

Wen Zhi looked calm and indifferent, without any sign of worry. On the night before the competition, she patted Xie Tingyu on the shoulder and said, "Junior sister is extremely talented. She has reached the fourth level of the Youth Tour in just half a month. Her future will be limitless."

"That's enough, that's enough. Don't delay my sword practice."

She was not impressed by the gentleness and softness, so she brushed his hand away, bent down and raised her sword, pinched her left fingers together, and her hand flashed with lightning while the sword glowed with a sharp red light.

Yunheng sat under the eaves, gently shaking the gourd wine pot in her hand, and smiled at Wen Zhiyu: "This girl's talent is not inferior to yours."

Yun Heng hadn't said one thing yet. Besides, Xie Tingyu's origin must be extraordinary, and he couldn't find any trace of it.

There were so many suspicious points on her face, and her whole body was covered with scars, but she couldn't find anything that could truly prove her identity.

Wen Zhiyu just nodded, the smile on his face did not fade at all.

The fight agreement between Xie Tingyu and Wang Ji's disciple Lu Binbin had already spread throughout Xuanyuntian, and anyone who paid attention could notice that someone was behind it.

I want to expand the impact of this disciple competition.

Spread.

With still an hour to go, the execution platform was already surrounded by people, most of them from the inner and outer gates, coming to join in the fun.

This is not to say that the fight between Xie Tingyu and Lu Binbin is so attractive, but that other places make people feel fresh.

For example, the mortal sword master of Tianxing Chixiao who descended from the sky, dared to challenge the young man in the eighth heaven when he was only in the second heaven.

Although it was Wen Zhiyu who brought it up first, most of Xuan Yuntian's disciples thought that Xie Tingyu wanted to establish his authority in a short period of time.

Show outsiders the strength of the third disciple of Yunheng Sword Master, and let them see whether she is qualified enough to be the master of Tianxing Chixiao Sword.

After hearing these words, Xie Tingyu grabbed a handful of melon seeds from a plate beside him, while Zuo Zicheng brought a wooden tray filled with snacks and melon seeds.

Zuo Zicheng also dragged Cheng Yan along, but Cheng Yan was reluctant and stood beside Zuo Zicheng with his arms folded, not saying a word.

Everyone in Xuanyuntian who knew Cheng Yan was afraid of her bad temper and didn't dare to go up to buy things. Zuo Zicheng realized this and silently moved a few steps to the side.

He whispered, "Sister Yan, please smile."

Xie Tingyu was happily cracking melon seeds when suddenly a gust of wind blew beside her. She didn't look away but just stretched out her hand holding the melon seeds, "Do you want some? Fragrant melon seeds."

"No need." Wen Zhiyu's eyes fell on the fighting platform, "There is still one hour left. Are you sure?"

"I think there is, but I have been wronged and have suffered with you these days."

Because of the same heart curse, Xie Tingyu felt pain in Wenzhi and it hurt. This is an unsolvable problem.

Wen Zhiyu sighed and pretended to tease, "If Junior Sister feels sorry for me, don't get hurt later. I will feel sorry for you too."

"Playing with nesting dolls? What do you mean you feel sorry for me and I feel sorry for you?"

Xie Tingyu was disdainful in her heart, but when she heard the warmth in his heart's voice, her smile became even brighter. She was wearing light blue clothes and looked particularly refreshing and gentle.

"I really mean it. As a senior brother, I naturally don't want to see my junior sister get hurt."

Xie Tingyu was about to say something, but just as he opened his lips, Wen Zhiyu suddenly took out a table and chairs, put out a set of strange magic weapons, and a dice suddenly appeared in Wen Zhiyu's hand.

Wen Zhi raised the corners of his lips slightly and threw out a storage ring, "There are 100,000 spirit stones in the ring."

She didn't understand, but was shocked.

Is Wen Zhi so rich?

On the top of this sacred mountain shrouded in mist, below the arena of justice.

A gentle young man waved his hand, threw out 100,000 spirit stones, and set up a gamble.

Wen Zhiyu was a role model for many of Xuan Yuntian's disciples and left a very good impression on them, so soon many people came up and placed bets.

The left and right sides were separated by red and black cloth respectively. The black side was filled with many names on the list, while the red side had only a few names, which could be counted on one hand.

This also includes Wen Zhi and the 100,000 spirit stones released.

"Master Wen is supporting Junior Sister, but the investment is too big. A full 100,000 spirit stones is not a small amount."

"Yeah, I can't even think about a hundred thousand spirit stones."

"Brother Ximen, do you want to place a bet?"

Ximen Huairen's eyes were calm and collected. "Of course I must. I have to join in on this kind of excitement."

The disciples who followed Ximen Huairen laughed twice and then walked over, "Okay, then we vote for the black side."

Ximen Huairen's steps were slightly slow, with a complicated look in his eyes. Suddenly he smiled, took out two storage rings from his arms, and placed them in front of several disciples.

After several disciples finished writing the names on the black side, they turned around and found Ximen Huairen slowly writing on the red side.

One of the disciples with two pigtails widened his eyes and said, "Master, what are you doing? Lu Binbin is black, and that is Xie Tingyu."

Ximen Huairen ignored him, wrote his name and handed it back, just in time to meet a pair of gentle phoenix eyes.

Wen Zhiyu smiled and said, "My nephew is really generous, but if you bet on my sister, you should be careful."

"Master, you don't need to say anything. I bet on her to win."

As soon as Ximen Huairen finished speaking, Wen Zhiyu stopped smiling, took the list in his hand, glanced at the words "Ximen Huairen", and then looked at the number of spirit stones written at the back.

This is a spiritual stone that 99% of the disciples cannot afford.

You really have a lot of money.

I don’t know whether he is smart or not, and whether he can do harm.

Not knowing what Wen Zhiyu was thinking, Ximen Huairen only felt a sudden chill on his back, and was so frightened that he subconsciously performed the disciple salute.

When he reacted, he smiled warmly, but there was a hint of scorn in his eyes.

He suddenly remembered something, and as if no one was around, he took out a storage ring and placed it on the red side in front of Ximen Huairen and a group of disciples.

He also wrote the name "Xie Tingyu" by hand and added 50,000 at the end.

While Wen Zhiyu's gambling game was going on vigorously, Xie Tingyu was holding Tianxing Chixiao and tapping the sword, muttering, "I borrowed 10,000 spirit stones from Wen Zhiyu to bet on me winning. You can't hold me back."

The body of the Tianxing Chixiao sword trembled, and red spiritual energy surrounded Xie Tingyu's body.

A phantom shadow appeared faintly, it was the sword spirit.

An hour passed quickly, and after Xie Tingyu sat next to Wen Zhiyu and cracked a bunch of melon seeds, she finally stood up from her chair.

He clapped his hands and said, "Brother, please help me clean up. Thank you."

"It's my turn to make a gorgeous appearance!" Xie Tingyu sighed and suddenly turned his head. Wen Zhiyu was stunned by the explosive movement.

'If you can throw flowers and applaud me with background music to welcome me, I will regard you as my real senior brother!'

Xie Tingyu's voice was filled with joy, warmth and a happiness that was extremely rare.

With a warm and cold snort, who regrets?

Outside the arena, the disciples sat in a circle. When two figures flew to the outside of the arena from opposite directions and prepared, the noise inside the arena suddenly stopped.

They all turned their eyes to the two of them.

The young man from the second level of travel faces the young man from the eighth level of travel, and this fight seems to be without suspense.

It's a completely unnecessary fight.

However, this young man who traveled to the Second Heaven was still a mortal a few days ago, but she was promoted to the Second Heaven within three days and defeated the Seventh Heaven. This was an incredible thing.

Countless discussions fell into Xie Tingyu's ears.

Xie Tingyu looked indifferent, looking at the person opposite him openly.

Lu Binbin is a thin young man, wearing a gray robe and triangular eyes. He looks particularly lifeless and a little gloomy.

Facing Xie Tingyu's gaze, his eyes revealed ferocity and mockery, and his lips opened slightly but no sound came out.

Xie Tingyu narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. "Are you saying that I'm amazing and have heard of you for a long time? You're welcome. Although I haven't heard of you before, I think someone like you who likes to tell the truth will have a bright future."

Lu Binbin's mouth twitched, "Where did you hear me praising you?"

His voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"There is still one cup of tea left before the fight. Please both sides get ready."

Xie Tingyu didn't know that a small disciple's fight could attract so many people to watch. Fortunately, she was not a socially anxious person.

She was about to move.

Suddenly, a bright pink fragrance burst out from behind, turning into petals flying all over the sky.

He swept past the spectator seats at the fighting arena, and also swept past the platform where Yunheng and a group of high-ranking visitors were.

Xie Tingyu was touched and turned her head to look. Wen Zhiyu was looking at her with a smile and clapping slowly. The next moment, a melodious and pleasant piano sound came from somewhere.

Rippling in the air.

There are flowers, applause, and music.

The two people who were connected by the same spell seemed to have their hearts disturbed by the sound of the piano.

Xie Tingyu shook her head. What kind of music was this? It was so confusing. She wanted to glare at Wen Zhiyu, but she found that his scorching gaze seemed to penetrate her.

She turned her head and saw Lu Binbin's gloomy eyes widened.

Xie Tingyu sneered, "What are you looking at? Are you jealous and resentful because no one is cheering you on?"

He nodded warmly, with an expression of satisfaction that this child is teachable.

If possible, the other disciples really want to say something to Xie Tingyu and Wen Zhiyu.

'You guys are so noisy!'