No one dared to say a word. Yu Youwei's flying sword slowly approached, Qingwei's skin was pierced, and a trickle of blood oozed out. He subconsciously looked at Yu Youwei, only to see that the girl had a calm expression, exactly the same as when Li Qingcha threatened him just now. He couldn't help but tremble and subconsciously stepped back. As a result, the flying sword advanced another inch. Qingwei had no choice but to continue retreating. step, two steps, …… thump--
Qingwei missed his step and fell down on the stage. The people at Jinlian Temple didn't even dare to step forward to help. Qingwei touched the stone floor and still felt it was a little unbelievable that he was actually scared away. Yu Youwei patted the sword case. Zheng—— The blue sword hums, The twelve flying swords flew back to the hangar of the Air Finger Department like a formation of fighter planes and fell into the sword boxes in an orderly manner. There was still no change in Yu Youwei's expression. "When the tiger is away, the monkey becomes king. Isn't there a genius in your Golden Lotus Temple who can eat nine golden lotus seeds without exploding? Why didn't he come out? Instead, you were asked to come out and get beaten?" Come out and get beaten? When Qingwei heard these four words, he felt so complicated that he couldn't describe it. When he came out, he beat people. And it was a beating, Ji Chang is still recovering with the medical team of the Imperial Observatory. As for the lotus seeds... Qingwei glared at Li Qingcha with an extremely indignant expression. Li Qingcha: ￣□￣｜｜ "The wind is very noisy today." She looked away.
Yu Youwei followed Qingwei's line of sight and was slightly surprised. She thought to herself, could it be that her husband had even attacked the Jinlian Temple? However, considering the fact that he stole the Lingyun Pill, nothing seems impossible. But does Jinlian Temple have any outstanding female disciples? Yu Youwei pondered for a long time, but still had no impression. She couldn't help but shake her head. My husband is such a fool. He has the Golden Lotus Temple and the Lingyun Sect. Why is the Huajian Sect trying to take advantage of the Taoist sect? The corner of the girl's mouth curled up into an inexplicable smile. One smile can conquer a city, another smile can conquer a country. The smile was fleeting, but many of the male monks saw it and felt as if they had fallen into the depths of a hundred flowers. Coupled with the performance of the twelve flying swords just now, Who doesn’t love a beautiful girl with strength? From today on, a saying began to spread widely in the Taoist sect: Once you meet Youwei, you will regret it for the rest of your life. Qingwei had already climbed up from the ground, his face looked extremely ugly. "Fairy Fish, what you did just now was inappropriate, wasn't it?" Yu Youwei glanced at him. "Are you sick?" "You! @#*￥%..." "Silly X." Even the fairy's curses are so sweet and moving. Many male monks were attracted by lust and subconsciously thought that Qingwei was a fool, and a fool chosen by Yu Youwei. Qingwei: (oへo╬) "What do you mean!?" Ugh…… Li Qingcha sighed. She cleared her throat and drew attention to herself. "Master Qingwei, you better shut up. Do you have to continue to embarrass yourself?" Shame, or more shame,
this is a problem. Qingwei suddenly felt that he was in a dilemma, and after thinking for a long time, he finally found the right words. "Master Li...Master Li, I have already defeated Fellow Daoist Ji Chang just now. This has been acknowledged by His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince. In other words, I should be the one standing on the stage." Li Qingcha: “…” Good words cannot persuade a damned ghost, great compassion does not save others, Qingwei finally chose the more humiliating option. She waved her hand. "In that case, Taoist Qingwei, please return to the arena and pretend that nothing happened just now." How can it be possible to pretend nothing happened? Qing Wei was beaten up by Yu Youwei with a flying sword just now, which was equivalent to a sixth-grade beating an eighth-grade, breaking the shackles that prevent the strong from bullying the weak. Among the people present, there are still a few who are of the seventh rank. For a time, "I come!" "Fellow Daoist Qingwei, I want to fight with you." "Fellow Daoist Qingwei, please choose me." …… Everyone was quite proactive. Warm atmosphere. Qingwei looked around, ￣□￣｜｜ Nima! What's going on! ? Wasn't there no one challenging me just now? How come seven or eight of them suddenly appeared now, and they were all seventh-grade warriors who were one level lower than me? And there are people from the Earth Sect... It's outrageous! Qingwei is not stupid. Just because he didn't react just now doesn't mean he doesn't realize the problem now. He couldn't help but feel even more jealous of Li Qingcha, thinking that it was Li Qingcha who had instigated him, provoking him into making an irrational decision and being humiliated on the stage. He arched his hands awkwardly.
"Everyone, how about you guys decide the winner first?" Of course, no response. Someone murmured in a low voice: "This Taoist master wants to go to the ring and beat you up. Do you really think you are someone important? Do you want us, a group of seventh-grade masters, to fight each other just for a challenge spot?" After these words were spoken, the surroundings were quiet at first. Then, "Hahahahaha!" Many Taoists laughed wildly. Qingwei was first scolded by Li Qingcha with words, and then by Yu Youwei with a flying sword. At this time, the Taoist monks had already let go, no longer looking ahead or behind, and their actions and words were more like those of Jianghu people. Moreover, they disdained Qingwei's method of injuring Ji Chang. The atmosphere of tension among the three sects in their discussion of Taoism became increasingly tense. Qingwei was on the stage, unable to decide whether to leave or stay. Someone else asked, "Fellow Daoists, who among you would like to go up and show us your skills?" The other monks made excuses. "There's a good Confucian saying, 'A gentleman does not take away what others like.' I'll just let it go." "I can't fully master my new magic weapon yet, so I'll just give up." "I am from the Yizi Dao sect. If I go up there, it might seem like I am seeking revenge for personal gain. That's all." …… Judging from their tone, it was like Qingwei was meat on the chopping board. All of a sudden, several people who had just wanted to be in the spotlight returned to their seats, leaving only one person standing there. Li Qingcha took a look. Emmm... Isn’t this our old acquaintance Qian Shouben? The Seventh Prince held his chin with one hand, reminiscing for a while, and suddenly showed an expression of disbelief. "Isn't this person from the Earth Sect?" Li Qingcha nodded. "Yes, from Jinhui." "Tsk tsk tsk, does this count as cleaning up the house?" "..."
The two did not control the volume of their conversation, so others could hear it clearly. Yongjia wanted to laugh, but Sirou covered his mouth and stopped him. Li Qingcha explained: "Your Highness, the discussion among the three sects also serves the purpose of learning from each other. Isn't it normal for the earth sects to have 'friendly exchanges'? Besides, the Jinhui Sect just lost to the Yizi Dao Sect, and now they just want to restore their reputation." The Seventh Prince nodded in understanding. "makes sense." Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Qian Shouben calmly took the stage. Afterwards, he clasped his fists towards Qingwei.