Chapter 519

"hiss--"

Luo Qingzhou ignored her and glanced at the red figure on the stage, only to be pinched hard again.

He quickly explained: "Princess, don't pinch me, I just think that woman looks familiar."

When Nangong Meijiao heard this, she couldn't help but sneer: "As long as she is a slightly pretty woman, you look familiar, right?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "No. It's just her..."

"What is she? She is Fairy Zixia, the leader of your Lingxiao Sect, Chu Feiyang. Don't tell me that you know her."

Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes, her face full of sarcasm.

Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, looked at her and said, "Princess Princess, maybe I really know you?"

Nangong Meijiao immediately sneered and said, "If you really know her, why are you still waiting here to compete on stage? Why are you afraid of a mere Jin Yiwei?"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the red figure on the high platform again, shrugged, and said no more, but in his mind, the red figure chasing him and sweetly calling "good brother" emerged in the attic late at night.

It can't be Xiaoyue, right?

Isn't Xiaoyue in the inner city?

Of course, that girl might have deceived him, or she might have been in the inner city those days.

He thought for a moment, glanced to the side, and quietly took out the message slip with his left hand, writing a message on it: [Xiaoyue, where are you now? 】

After the message was sent, he immediately put away the treasure slip and looked at the highest stand again.

Suddenly there was another pain in Yue Yao.

Nangong Meijiao clung to him and said fiercely: "If you look again, I'll dig out your eyes!"

Luo Qingzhou grabbed her hand, broke it off roughly, and then held it tightly in his hand, making her unable to move.

Nangong Meijiao struggled for a few times, but when she couldn't break free, she stepped on his foot and said angrily: "Rogue, let go!"

Luo Qingzhou ignored her and continued to stare at the stands.

But in the stands, the red figure surrounded by everyone was looking at the ring, listening to an old man talking, and did not lower his head and take out anything.

Luo Qingzhou waited for a long time, but the summons did not vibrate.

This time, he became even more suspicious.

Nangong Meijiao, whose hand was held by him, calmed down and looked at the ring. She didn't speak or move anymore, but the foot was still on his.

"The next match will be between Zhou Boyue, a disciple of the Kyoto branch, and Jiang Yi, a disciple of the Liuzhou branch!"

As this voice sounded, Luo Qingzhoufang put away his eyes and looked towards the ring.

Zhou Boyue, dressed in a black outfit, stepped onto the ring. Seeing everyone under the ring staring at him, he suddenly became a little nervous and reserved.

Another tall man named Jiang Yi also walked onto the ring with bare hands.

Suddenly a group of disciples in the audience raised their hands and shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Jiang will win! Senior Brother Jiang will win!"

Seeing this, Luo Qingzhou raised his other hand and shouted loudly: "Bo Yue, defeat him!"

When Zhou Boyue heard the sound, he turned to look at him, smiled, then looked at Nangong Meijiao next to him, was startled for a moment, and quickly looked away again.

Outside, he did not dare to look at other women, especially beautiful women.

I don't know if it's because of his personality, or because he feels sorry for his wife.

On the ring, the two people exchanged greetings with each other, and then got into stance, ready to fight.

Zhou Boyue looked silent and honest, but in fact his boxing skills were extremely domineering and ferocious. As soon as he made a move, he would hit the opponent with a series of punches, surging towards the opposite side like an overwhelming mountain!

When the man named Jiang Yi saw this, he felt happy and prepared to defend first, slowly exhausting his vigor and internal strength, and then launch a counterattack.

Then he underestimated the power and power of Zhou Boyue's fists. A series of fists rolled down and he couldn't resist them.

Luo Qingzhou knew that Zhou Boyue usually hid his strength, so he thought that he would still retain some strength in this first match, but he didn't expect that he would attack with a violent storm, blinding his opponent.

After only ten moves, the man named Jiang Yi was punched in the middle of the chest by him. He flew off the ring and fell to the ground.

There was a burst of cheers from the audience.

Jiang Yi struggled on the ground for a while, but failed to get up, so he had to admit defeat.

"In this round, Kyoto branch disciple, Zhou Boyue wins!"

After the elder made the announcement on the stage, Zhou Boyue bowed his hands to the audience and walked down, looking very distinguished.

Nangong Meijiao said in a low voice: "Chu Feiyang, your junior brother Zhou seems to be not simple. I saw it last time in the Zhou Mansion. He should still have some hidden strength."

Then he turned to look at him and said, "They are all as insidious as you. Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together, and people fall into groups. You two are in the same boat, working together, sharing the same odor."

Luo Qingzhou was speechless: "Princess, could you please stop slandering others behind their backs?"

Nangong Meijiao raised her eyebrows and said, "Is this princess slandering you behind your back? The person I want to slander is you, why don't you just stand in front of this princess? He is just passing by."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

"Well, Princess, can you loosen your feet?"

"Okay, please release your hands first."

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he immediately let go of his hand.

"hiss--"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go of his hand, he felt pain again.

He quickly opened it again, grabbed it in his hand, turned around and said, "Princess, you are cheating."

Nangong Meijiao raised the corner of her mouth, looked at the stage, raised her chin slightly, and said with an arrogant expression: "I'm just cheating on you, what can you do?"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her beautiful face bathed in the sun, paused, and said, "Princess, shall we make a bet?"

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Meijiao suddenly became alert and looked at him and said: "What kind of bet? Humph, you are more cunning than a fox, do you want to trick this princess again?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Let's bet on whether I can be selected to enter the inner gate in this competition."

Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes, thought for a moment, and snorted coldly: "I won't bet with you. Looking at your treacherous look, Yue Xiong must be successful. You must have other hidden methods, right? ?”

Luo Qingzhou said sincerely: "The princess misunderstood, I just think the princess looks bored, so I just want to add some fun to the princess. In fact, I hope the princess wins."

Nangong Meijiao curled her lips: "Hey, ghosts believe you."

Luo Qingzhou said: "How about this, instead of betting on whether I can become an inner disciple, just bet on whether I can become a direct disciple?"

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Meijiao was stunned: "Personal disciple?"

Then he sneered: "Chu Feiyang, you don't know what a direct disciple is, do you? The only direct disciples are the peak masters on each peak, some highly respected elders, and the sect masters who can accept them, and they will even inherit their mantles when the time comes. Manage various peaks, even sects. You just went up to the mountain yesterday, you don’t even know a few people, and you have no achievements at all. Are you daydreaming?”

Luo Qingzhou shrugged and said: "So, Princess, didn't I just say that? I just see the Princess being bored and want to make her happy. Let's bet on whether I can become a direct disciple. If I can, I win, if not, how about the princess wins?"

Nangong Meijiao squinted her eyes, stared at him for a while, and said, "What are the chips?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "If I win, I will make a request to the princess that is not rude. If the princess wins, the princess can also make a request to me that is not rude. How about that?"

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Nangong Meijiao thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

Luo Qingzhou raised his other hand and said, "Come on, high-five us as an oath. If you break the contract, the sky will strike with thunder."

Nangong Meijiao did not hesitate, immediately raised her other palm, touched him lightly, and then sneered: "Chu Feiyang, you are trying to please this princess so much, and you deliberately made a bet with me to lose to me." Princess, do you have something to ask of me?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "No, the reason I just said is just to make the princess happy."

Nangong Meijiao snorted coldly, with a look of disbelief on her face: "If you show your courtesy for nothing, you are either committing adultery or stealing."

Luo Qingzhou said no more, held her hand and looked at the competition on the ring.

Nangong Meijiao also realized that there was some ambiguity in what she just said. She snorted coldly and said nothing. She glanced at the hands held by the two of them from the corner of her eye, and then took a peek at his side face. Then she looked towards the stage, and there was no words in her mouth. He hummed a song consciously.

Just as she snorted, she immediately reacted, stopped quickly, and peeked at him again. Seeing that he didn't pay attention, Fang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the stage again, her cheeks slightly red.

"boom!"

On the ring, a young boy was punched by the opponent and flew off the stage, where he fainted.

All the disciples in the audience started to cheer.

Luo Qingzhou then looked away, looked to the side and said, "Princess, what song did you just hum? It was very nice."

When Nangong Meijiao heard this, she immediately stared at him and said fiercely: "Who is humming a song? This princess is not! You heard wrong!"

"oh."

Luo Qingzhou said oh, without saying anything more, and said: "If the princess likes singing, I can teach you a few songs next time, in various styles."

Nangong Meijiao's cheeks grew hot, and she glared at him and said, "No need! Stop flattering me. No matter how loudly you flatter me, I will never let my princess treat you well!"

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but smile when he saw her getting angry with embarrassment, her pretty face red, her eyes glaring, and her coquettish and cute look.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden pain under her feet. Nangong Meijiao stepped on it hard and said angrily: "Chu Feiyang, do you want to die?"

Luo Qingzhou immediately turned his head away, looked at the ring, and said seriously: "I don't want to."

"snort!"

Nangong Meijiao still stepped on his foot and crushed him a few times. Fang warned fiercely: "Next time you dare to tease this princess, I will turn you into a eunuch!"

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to say anything anymore.

The two looked at the ring and became quiet.

At this time, several eyes were looking at him in the stands.

Including Fairy Zixia, the leader of Lingxiao Sect, Linghu Qingzhu, the leader of Jianfeng Peak, and other elders from each peak.

Mo Jiufeng, the leader of Beiwang Peak, was talking with a cold face, glancing at Linghu Qingzhu from time to time.

Fairy Zixia listened quietly, without speaking, and kept looking at the young man in the crowd.

Since there are more disciples in the early stage of martial arts, the disciples in the early stages of martial arts competed throughout the morning.

By noon, the competition between the early martial arts disciples was finally over.

As for the rankings and scores, they will be announced together after the competition ends in the afternoon.

The disciples gathered in the square were all in twos and threes, excitedly discussing today's competition, and then dispersed.

The elders and guests in the stands also dispersed one after another.

Chu Xiaoxiao, Sister Dao, and Zhou Boyue walked towards Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan with excitement on their faces.

At the end of the competition, Nangong Meijiao had already left.

At this time, Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan were standing together, looking up at the place where the red shadow disappeared on the high platform, thinking about something in their minds.

Judging from the competition in the morning, Zhou Boyue and Sister Dao's rankings should not be low.

Chu Xiaoxiao only won one game and was probably ranked lower. However, she had a cheerful personality and continued to chat happily without paying attention.

Several people returned to the hut.

Sun Jiang also came over specially, praised the three of them a few words, and then told Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan that in the afternoon competition, they should act according to their ability and not be too strong.

While the master and disciple were talking, a disciple suddenly came over and reported: "Uncle Sun, several peak masters want to see you."

When Sun Jiang heard this, his face was filled with surprise: "Peak Master? Do you know anything?"

The disciple shook his head.

The expression on Sun Jiang's face suddenly became solemn, and he did not dare to delay, and hurriedly followed the disciple and left quickly.

On the way, he happened to meet Jin Song and his eight disciples, and returned with a happy face.

Jin Song saw his solemn expression and hurried steps, thinking that he had been tested by the morning competition, and immediately laughed and said: "Senior Brother Sun, where are you going? We have made an appointment with Senior Brother Wan and the others at noon, and we want to drink together. By the way, how were your disciples’ results this morning?”

Sun Jiang had a cold face, ignored him, and left quickly.

Jin Song looked at his back and said with a sneer: "You took my place in Kyoto, but collected a bunch of garbage. Let's see how you deal with the elders and the others this time, huh!"

Yun Wanrou listened on the sidelines and couldn't help but said: "Master, Uncle Sun's disciple named Chu Feiyang is quite capable, and he seems to know swordsmanship as well."

Hearing this, Jin Song looked at her and said, "So what if he knows swordsmanship? His cultivation is only at the middle stage of a martial artist. Wanrou, if you meet him in the ring in the afternoon, you're welcome. If he gets injured, I'll take care of it for you." .

Yun Wanrou said respectfully, "Yes, Master."

Then he clenched the sword in his hand, lowered his head and said, "If we really meet him in the afternoon, this disciple will definitely be on the ring, in front of the elders and disciples, personally washing away the shame of yesterday."

Jin Song nodded and said: "Just use your most powerful sword moves and show no mercy to anyone. Because the disciples left at the end are the most dangerous. You would rather hurt the other party than yourself. Although you have already You have been appointed as an inner disciple by Jianfeng, but you still have to try your best to get a good ranking, otherwise you, yourself, and your uncle Wei will be embarrassed, do you understand?"

Yun Wanrou said firmly, "Disciple understands."

at the same time.

Sun Jiang followed the inner disciple and walked quickly, crossing the stone bridge directly and arriving at the main hall of the main peak.

At this time, not only the peak masters and elders gathered in the main hall, but also the sect leader Zixia Fairy.

Everyone was gathering together and seemed to be arguing about something.

Seeing this scene, Sun Jiang's face became increasingly ugly, and his heart began to beat.

Could it be that Jin Song and others have filed a lawsuit against him, saying that he wasted the resources of the Kyoto branch and did not receive a disciple of the late martial arts master?

"Sun Jiang, the helmsman of the Kyoto branch, pays homage to the sect master! Meets the peak masters! Meets the elders!"

Sun Jiang stopped at the door of the hall, bowed his head, feeling uneasy.

When Mo Jiufeng, the leader of Beiwang Peak, saw him, he immediately came out quickly, grabbed his hand, and said with enthusiasm: "Master Nephew Sun, come on, come in and talk, we have been waiting for you for a long time. .

In the main hall, other people's faces also showed kind and enthusiastic smiles.

Even Linghu Qingzhu, the always cold leader of Jianfeng Peak, looked at him with burning eyes.

Seeing this scene, Sun Jiang was a little confused. He subconsciously followed him into the hall with his feet. His mind went blank. He didn't even hear other people saying hello to him.

"Master Nephew Sun, come, tell us, how did you accept that disciple as your disciple? What is his physique? What is his talent?"

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