Chapter 92: The direct descendants quarrel with each other
There is no need to say much about the majesty of female cultivators.
Fu Yi immediately stopped talking and turned away, unwilling to argue any further.
Liu Duzheng was still a little dissatisfied, "Senior Sister, he was the first one..."
"Du Zheng."
Wang Xixing, the eldest sister of the Wanjian Sect, looked directly at her younger sister. Her expression was gentle and her voice was soft, but it carried a certain meaning that was not open to negotiation:
"Now it's the Ten Directions Competition."
"Whatever happens, let's wait until the Wanjian Sect wins the championship."
Wang Xixing spoke in a calm tone.
But what she said was so natural!
The direct descendants' expressions instantly turned grim.
She was not afraid of walking along the creek. She opened her calm eyes and looked at Liu Duzheng.
She just stood there quietly, the wind blowing into Wangxi's clothes, making her look extremely thin.
Once someone met Wang Xixing's eyes, her eyes would be so deep that it seemed as if infinite pressure was coming towards them.
Liu Duzheng pursed her lips and said, "Yes."
Upon hearing this, someone chuckled:
"Ha! Winning the championship? It's not your Wanjian Sect's turn this year."
Fu Yi looked over immediately.
Tsk, old rival.
Liu Duzheng was already furious and hadn't left yet. Upon hearing this, he immediately looked over with a frown on his face:
"Ah. Who was I thinking was being sarcastic?"
"So it's our perennial runner-up Xuantian Pavilion~"
Xuantian Pavilion and Wanjian Sect are neighbors. As the first and second place in every Ten Directions Competition, their neighborhood relationship is naturally not harmonious.
"Liu Duzheng, you finally have a mouth? You've finally mastered the art of keeping your mouth shut, right?"
The man immediately retorted:
"We at Xuantian Pavilion cultivate both civil and military skills, so naturally we are no match for martial arts madmen like you who only know brute force."
Fu Yi suddenly said, "You talk too much nonsense."
“A good cat is one that catches mice, whether it’s black or white.”
Although there are indeed problems among the brothers and sisters, he and Liu Duzheng will still stand together against the outside world.
Liu Duzheng nodded quickly and said mockingly:
"What do you mean by dual cultivation of civil and military skills? It's nothing but empty talk."
She narrowed her eyes and grinned, "Qi Baiji, you're dead in this fight."
She wants to beat this bastard to death!
Aside from the Penglai Immortal Sect, which lived in seclusion, the other nine sects would occasionally run into each other in the secret realms of Tongzhou. They all became familiar with each other, and many of them had even had personal grudges against each other.
Liu Duzheng and Qi Baiji are especially so.
Every time they met, they quarreled.
Qi Baiji waved his folding fan and smiled back, "Waiting for the fairy."
He was not satisfied with just provoking one person, "The winner of this small competition will only be our Xuantian Pavilion."
This is the territory of Wanjian Sect, and naturally the main venue of Wanjian Sect.
As soon as Qi Baiji said this, the inner disciples of Wanjian Sect below the stage immediately became indignant, and the audience on the square stage also booed, which put a lot of psychological pressure on people.
But the man from Xuantian Pavilion was not at all inferior. The mocking voices from the crowd made Qi Baiji stand straighter, and the fire in his eyes grew brighter.
Xuantian Pavilion has had enough of being the runner-up for so long!
Qi Baiji, "Of course, Xuantian Pavilion is also waiting for you."
This time he used a very powerful attack right in front of the opponent's face!
There is no one worth getting along with among the direct descendants.
Even the good-tempered doctors in Wangxi Valley couldn't help it.
The third place in the last session was Kunyinmen.
Yuan Chuiyun took the lead in attacking:
"Why, Xuantian Pavilion has accumulated too many spirit stones recently, and you can't think before speaking?"
Yan Ziqing also followed, curling his lips and smiling, "I think it's the spirit stone that's clogged his brain."
Qi Baiji raised his head, looked down and said contemptuously:
"Oh? The Kunyin Sect is really becoming more and more useless."
"Last time we took third place, so this time we're going to go head to head with the Tianji Tower? Two brothers, hand in hand, fighting for the third place from the bottom?"
Qi Baiji amused himself by what he said, and he bent over and laughed.
As the perennial runner-up, there were also supporters of Xuantian Pavilion in the audience, who laughed out loud to show their support.
Yan Ziqing, "Huh? Qi Lao Er, what did you say—"
Before he could finish his words, Yan Ziqing was covered over his mouth by his senior brother and pulled back.
Yao Qi, the eldest brother of Tianji Tower, bowed his head and tried to comfort Yan Ziqing, "That's enough. Why are you arguing with these warriors?"
The people in Tianji Tower are really the type that are powerless and helpless. They are just weak cultivators of the Way of Life.
During every Ten Directions Competition, the three auxiliary sects, Tianji Tower, Wangxi Valley, and Wandan Valley, can only seek cooperation with other sects to maintain their rankings in most cases.
If they rashly angered other martial arts sects, they would be teleported out within two minutes of entering.
Therefore, the last three places are always taken by these three.
Yuan Chuiyun: "You!"
Ruan Jianjiang also pulled his junior brother back. He patted his shoulder lightly, and Yuan Chuiyun instantly became obedient.
Ruan Jianjiang turned to look at Qi Baiji, his eyes calm:
"Chuiyun is young, Master Qi, there is no need to deliberately provoke him."
"Let's see the truth in the secret realm."
"Oh? It's you, Ruan Jianjiang." Qi Baiji snapped his folding fan and narrowed his fox eyes: "I dare not take your call of sir seriously—"
"I heard someone from Penglai came this year?"
"But why haven't I seen your cousin? Could it be that your biological father has someone kidnapped her?"
Qi Baiji knew very well how to hurt people with words.
Last year, the Ruan family's attempt to overturn the verdict caused quite a stir.
Almost everyone in Tongzhou knew that the eldest disciple of Kunyin Sect had a father who killed his brothers and coveted his nephew. It was said that he was finally sentenced by the Law Enforcement Hall of Wanjian Sect, his spiritual roots were destroyed, and he was exiled to the wilderness to dig mud.
Ruan He left quickly, and Ruan Jianjiang had a hard year.
So many rumors penetrated into his ears.
As soon as these words were spoken, the audience began to talk.
"You! Qi Baiji, you bastard!"
Yuan Chuiyun's eyelids suddenly turned red. If Ruan Jianjiang hadn't held him tightly, he would have rushed up and fought with Qi Baiji.
Ruan Jianjiang lowered his eyes and made marks with his fingertips.
Qi Baiji was right, he...
He felt sorry for Ruan Wei.
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The children below were making a lot of noise, and the leaders of the various sects on the stage were also pulling each other's hair.
Yuan Yin, the head of Kun Yin Sect, grabbed the Xuan Tian Pavilion elder by his long white beard and started cursing:
"What are you teaching at Xuantian Pavilion all day?! Why would your direct descendant poke my disciple in the lungs for no reason?!!"
The Xuantian Pavilion elder was horrified, "You, what are you doing?!"
"What Baiji said is true! What? His father did it, and he won't let anyone say anything? Let go of my beard!"
Yuanyin: "No! You guys did it on purpose."
"A son is a son, and a father is a father. Why should my disciple be scolded for that old bastard?!"
Xuan Zhenzi of Tianji Tower was happy to smooth things over (take sides):
"Hey, Yuanyin, don't use too much force~ Hey, you should also say less, say less. The child is ignorant, so are you also ignorant——"
The three quarreled.
On the other side, the years are peaceful.
Feng Wuya sat aside, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, his eyes lit up, and he turned around and smiled: "Hey! This tea is good, give me some to take back!"
The head of the Wanjian Sect, Cen Linxi, who was sitting at the top, nodded slightly and said, "Yes."
Feng Wuya went to rip his mustard seed bag, and Cen Linxi followed him.
Someone chuckled, the sound was as clear and sweet as a silver bell, and there seemed to be a bit of hook in the laughter that was particularly catching people's ears.
A Buddhist cultivator beside her immediately struck the ground with his staff, and a huge golden shield appeared and covered him. His movements were so skillful as if they had happened countless times.
Abbot Jizhen of Fulong Temple sighed, "Donor Yue."
Feng Wuya also covered his ears and said helplessly: "Don't be crazy here, Yuehua."
He Huan Zong Yue Hua smiled softly upon hearing this, and her fingertips, delicate and pretty, touched her wavy long hair. She opened her red lips slightly, full of charm:
"I know—"
"But, the time is almost up. You Penglai finally got to participate in the Ten Directions Competition. What should we do now—"
Feng Wuya smiled and looked up to see the figure of his own child running towards him in the distance.
"Isn't this coming?"
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"No matter how he treated me, I, the victim, didn't say a word."
"Why do you have to interfere in other people's affairs?"
A cold female voice came from the horizon.
Now the only sect that had not appeared was the Penglai Immortal Sect, and everyone looked upwards with eager eyes.
The same is true for all direct descendants.
I saw a group of people quickly put away their swords and landed gracefully.
There are three men and two women, all of them are handsome enough to compete with the Hehuan Sect, the benchmark of appearance in Tongzhou.
The most outstanding one is the girl in white surrounded in the center.
She was like a pure, otherworldly beauty, with a beauty as pure as a pearl, like a spirit from heaven and earth, untouched by the mundane world. Her skin was white as snow, her features were delicate, and her eyes, as black as obsidian, were rimmed with layers of frost, flawless and austere.
Look for a moment.
Tens of thousands of people quickly fell silent.
The noise in the vast valley suddenly stopped, the wind died down, and birds and insects suddenly began to sing.
It seemed as if even the heavens were building up momentum for her. A brilliant ray of light pierced through the clouds and shone directly on the girl's back.
The goddess has come to the world, this is the fairyland of Penglai!
Twins are connected.
They looked at each other, clenched their fists, and stared at Ruan Wei in front of them with sparkling eyes.
Come on, senior sister!
Give these naive people a little beauty shock!
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