Yi Mengqi said aggrievedly:
"Yes. Then, Master, the sect competition..."
Bai Yu only left her with a cold back, "If you want to go, then go ahead."
Yi Mengqi got up from the ground, and her body became even hotter when she thought of the feeling of Bai Yu holding her in his hands and playing with her.
Whenever she got close to her master, her heart would beat faster and she couldn't control herself, but her master was always hot and cold towards her.
He kept emphasizing that it was okay for her to practice. Did he feel that his cultivation was too low and he was not worthy of him?
She secretly made up her mind that this time she must steal the show and blind those people's eyes!
Thinking of Mo Qin, she felt even more proud.
During this period of time, Master has been with her all the time, and Mo Qin didn't know where he had been forgotten.
Maybe Mo Qin was hiding in her bed crying at night!
She changed her clothes and ran happily to the front hall, only to find Bai Yu and Mo Qin standing together.
But Bai Yu's expression was gentle and focused, which was not shown to her.
This made her panic and she ran over to the two of them.
Bai Yu was talking to Mo Qin about the sect competition, and even took out a sword with a blue glow and gave it to her.
"This is a mid-grade immortal sword. You can use it first. When I find a suitable one, I will make it into your own magical weapon."
When Yi Mengqi saw the sword, her eyes turned red with jealousy.
They all wanted to participate in the competition, so why did he only give the treasure to Mo Qin?
She held Bai Yu's wrist and said, "Master, this sword is so beautiful. I like it so much. Can you give it to me?"
"My cultivation level is not as high as my senior sister's, so I just need this sword."
She can also use this sword.
Bai Yu's expression turned cold. He pushed Yi Mengqi away and handed the sword directly to Mo Qin.
"Your cultivation is too low, and a sword like this won't be of much use. An ordinary sword will suffice for you."
Yi Mengqi thought that as long as she acted coquettishly, Bai Yu would give her the sword, but she didn't expect him to say this.
This happened in front of Mo Qin, and her face turned red and white, and she was extremely embarrassed.
Why would Mo Qin come to snatch her master? This is her destined person.
Yi Mengqi's mouth pursed and she was about to cry.
"Master, you are biased! I never want you to touch me again..."
Before he could finish his words, Bai Yu sealed his mouth.
Yi Mengqi opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She looked at Bai Yu aggrievedly, but was frightened by Bai Yu's eyes.
Those dark eyes were like a bottomless abyss. Countless pairs of cold gazes were fixed on her from beneath the abyss, making her feel suffocated for a moment, as if if she dared to say another word, she would be torn to pieces by the things hidden in the abyss.
Seeing that she was quiet, Bai Yu turned to Mo Qin and said:
"In sect competitions, it's all about the point. Winning or losing isn't important. What's important is that you protect yourself."
"I don't need you to fight for any glory for me. As long as you are safe, that's all that matters."
When Yi Mengqi heard these words, her eyes widened, and jealousy and resentment could not be hidden in her eyes.
Winning or losing is not important, so why give her the baby?
When sects compete and spar, isn't it about who is stronger and who is weaker?
The disciples of any peak represent the face of the master, so what does it mean that you are safe?
Mo Qin accepted the sword. She really didn't have any sword suitable for the competition.
As for Yi Mengqi, she couldn't control it, but from what Yi Mengqi said, these two people...
At night, Yi Mengqi lay in bed, thinking about what happened between Bai Yu and Mo Qin.
Nothing feels right.
No matter how you look at it, Mo Qin seems to be a huge obstacle between her and her master.
She must remove this obstacle!
There is no need to fight for glory, but what if you are embarrassed?
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On the day of the sect competition, all the peak masters gathered and sat in rows on the high platform.
It was said to be an assessment and competition, but in fact everyone was trying their best to be the first.
Whoever comes first will be proud.
The order of the competition is determined by drawing lots.
There were hundreds of disciples, and the first few rounds were carried out simultaneously in different arenas.
Everyone can watch the matches they want to watch in the order of competition.
Yi Mengqi, who was originally not favored by anyone, turned out to be a dark horse and advanced all the way.
Although she was defeated miserably in the end, it was because her cultivation level was not high and the gap was too huge.
Among his peers, he is considered remarkable.
Accepting the amazed and praising gazes of the crowd, Yi Mengqi raised her head proudly, like a big white goose parading through the streets.
She thought she would get praise from Bai Yu, but she only got a lukewarm look, as if it didn't matter what she did.
But when Mo Qin came on the stage, Bai Yu was concentrating on looking at the people on the stage.
This made Yi Mengqi, who was standing beside him, extremely jealous and resentful. Her heart felt like it was being cut by a blunt knife.
And the man holding the knife was Bai Yu.
The competition lasted for nine days and finally arrived at the final battle for the championship.
The two people competing were Mo Qin and another peak's direct disciple.
The two of them are disciples of the same class.
Many disciples gathered outside the ring, all paying close attention to who would win this time.
At this time, a man came riding on a sword, wearing a tea-white robe. His stunning and beautiful figure outshone all the peak masters, and even Bai Yu, the most handsome man in the sect, seemed to be slightly inferior to him.
The peak masters nodded in greeting, and Xuanyu sat down next to the headmaster.
The corner of the headmaster's mouth twitched. He had invited people many times but no one came. This time, he came uninvited.
Hundreds of years of friendship between teachers and students were ultimately wasted.
The disciples were discussing among themselves.
"Who is this Peak Master? Why have I never seen him before?"
"Oh my god, he's actually sitting next to the headmaster, he must be of a high status."
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