As soon as Yun Feimiao stepped down from the stage, Gong Zhuo punched her on the shoulder.
"Junior Brother Xiaoyun, it has to be you! You even helped me sell my products while competing on stage. You truly are my good brother!"
I don’t know what’s going on recently, but more and more righteous disciples are calling Yun Feimiao “Junior Brother Xiaoyun”, and Gong Zhuo has also been brainwashed.
Xie Yang pulled Gong Zhuo back by the back of his collar, his voice cold and indifferent: "Who is your good brother?"
Gong Zhuo smiled and said, "You are my good brother, who has lived and died together for many years! You and Junior Brother Xiaoyun are inseparable, so if we round it off, Junior Brother Xiaoyun is also my good brother."
Yun Feimiao smiled and said, "Senior Brother Gong is right. Besides, we are all brothers and sisters, so we are good brothers."
"But I wasn't just trying to help Senior Brother Gong sell the game. I mainly felt that Senior Brother Shangguan's flaw was too dangerous to leave out in public," Yun Feimiao asked. "Can Gong Zhuo imitate the Fire Cloud Step's current effect?"
Gong Zhuo nodded. "That should be no problem. When the time comes, have him send me a complete video of the Fire Cloud Step. I should be able to imitate it after watching it a few times."
Gong Zhuo thought that the special effect of the Fire Cloud Step was very cool. It just so happened that he also had a fire spiritual root, so he could imitate a similar Phoenix Cloud Step when the time came!
Their Phoenix Clan also has similar light-weight skills, but again, they are too fancy and not suitable for him since his strength is not high enough now.
He wanted to combine those fancy body movements with practical ones and come up with one that was most suitable for him at this stage.
Halfway through the thought, it was Gong Zhuo's turn to take the stage.
Gong Zhuo was lucky. The opponents he met in two consecutive rounds were of average strength. He dealt with them as quickly as possible and then excitedly went off the stage to take credit with Jiang Qingruo.
"Ruoruo, do you think I'm really powerful? I defeated my opponent in just ten moves."
Gong Zhuo lowered his voice again and leaned close to Jiang Qingruo's ear, saying, "Actually, it would have taken three moves, but for his sake, I gave him a few more moves. Isn't that considerate?"
Jiang Qingruo said with a smile: "Why not thank Senior Brother for his consideration of giving up fifty moves?"
"That's different. Old Xie hasn't seen the other person's swordsmanship before, so he wants to take a closer look." Gong Zhuo said with a smile, "But the person just now is a disciple of our Wanjian Sect. What swordsmanship could he have learned that I haven't?"
"If Old Xie were in my situation, he would probably just throw me off with one swipe of his sleeve."
Yun Feimiao disagreed when he heard this, "A Feng wouldn't be so rude to his fellow disciples."
When facing a sword cultivator, they need to draw their swords to show respect. Throwing someone away with one sleeve is a shameless act. Yun Feimiao felt that Xie Yang would not do that.
Xie Yang nodded in agreement: "That's right."
Gong Zhuo: “…”
He forgot that Old Xie was no longer the indifferent lone wolf he once was. He now had Junior Brother Xiaoyun and was beginning to care about his image and reputation.
Jiang Qingruo couldn't help laughing when she saw Gong Zhuo's frustrated look.
"Alright, alright, Senior Brother Yanyan is coming up on stage. Didn't you say you'd sit down and eat some sunflower seeds while he was on stage and watch him perform?"
"That's right!" Gong Zhuo sat down immediately and took out a bag of melon seeds to share with the people around him.
"I don't know what bad luck Old Yan had, but he actually drew his cousin Yan Jiong. Tsk, tsk, tsk, brothers killing each other, pitiful."
Yun Feimiao was puzzled: "It's just a competition, how can it be considered fratricide?"
Gong Zhuole said, "You don't know, Lao Yan has been a conspicuous person since he was a child. When he was still clumsy and stupid, he would follow his brothers to climb over the wall to go out and play."
"He got stuck halfway over the wall, exposing all his brothers."
"The older Yan brothers are fast runners, but Yan Jiong is only two months older than Old Yan. Although he's bigger, he's not very fast. Every time Old Yan is exposed, he'll be immediately pulled back and beaten up."
"He seems to think that the beatings he received as a child were all Old Yan's fault. A few days ago, I heard the two brothers talking on the phone, and Yan Jiong said he wanted to get back at Old Yan for the beatings he received as a child."
Yun Feimiao was a little confused: "Can this happen many times? Shouldn't we learn from this once?"
Like his third brother, when he got beaten for climbing over the wall, he would try to climb a tree. When he got beaten for climbing a tree, he would crawl through a dog hole. When the dog hole was blocked, he would make a talisman for himself to fly out. His tricks were so many that his uncle was overwhelmed.
Gong Zhuo laughed and said, "He also climbed trees, but every time Lao Yan climbed a tree, he would fall down due to various accidents. The elders thought it was too dangerous, so they beat up all the brothers who didn't keep an eye on their younger brother."
"Yan Jiong was unfortunate. He was punished by the elders because he was too big. He was obviously a younger brother."
"I see."
Yun Feimiao understood. Being only two months older, Yan Jiong had indeed endured too much due to his large size, so it was normal for him to want a little revenge.
Some people just grow fast when they are young, but their height may not be the same when they grow up...
Well……
Yun Feimiao looked up at Yan Jiong on the stage, who was more than a head taller than Yan Yan. It turned out that this man was still this big after growing up, or maybe even bigger.
Yun Feimiao felt that Yan Jiong was about the same height as Gong Zhuo, but his body was twice as wide as Gong Zhuo. If nothing unexpected happened, he should be an individual cultivator.
He is the kind of physical cultivator who particularly pursues the beauty of strength, and his arms are thicker than other people's thighs.
Generally, cultivators who refine weapons are not too thin. Gong Zhuo and Yan Yan are slightly broader in build than other disciples, but in front of Yan Jiong, Yan Yan is as thin as a chicken.
Yun Feimiao couldn't help but worry: "With this size difference, I feel like Senior Brother Yan will be beaten so badly that he won't be able to get up."
"Hahahahahaha..." Gong Zhuo was overjoyed, "I think so too."
Jiang Qingruo quickly reached out to cover Gong Zhuo's face: "Please put away your gloating expression and don't show it so obviously."
"Hahahahaha..." Gong Zhuo couldn't stop at all, "I can't help it..."
Xie Yang kindly asked, "Do you want me to help you?"
"No need." Gong Zhuo instantly became serious, "I can do it myself."
He still remembered that Xie Yang had a fruit in his hand that could temporarily silence a person. If he wasn't allowed to speak in such a lively situation, it would be the end of him.
"Seventh brother, it's been a long time since we last met."
Yan Jiong on the stage smiled particularly kindly at Yan Yan.
Yan Yan was a little scared: "Sixth brother, we can talk it over."
"Hahaha, what can we say on the fighting stage? Let's just speak with our fists."
Yan Jiong couldn't help laughing towards the sky as he spoke.
"Hahaha, I've finally waited for the day when I can beat you up openly!"
“…”
Yan Yan looked at the other person's fist, which was bigger than his face, and his eyes went dark.
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