Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 10 The Pot Comes From The Sky

Early the next morning, after the rooster crowed, Ning Zhao got up from the bed and performed a dust removal technique to make himself look tidier.

She walked out the door and saw Chu Yu waiting at the door of his own cabin early.

Looking at Chu Yu's pale face and slightly expectant eyes, Ning Zhao thought to herself that there is no last but only more. She thought that she had woken up early enough today.

"Junior brother." She nodded to Chu Yu as she walked forward, still took out the Frisbee from the storage bag and threw it into the air.

"I don't have any other swords, so I can only wrong you to stand on the Frisbee temporarily."

Chu Yu has just entered the school and has not yet learned how to fly with a sword. Ning Zhao is planning to teach him in these two days.

"nothing."

Chu Yu coughed twice and stepped on the Frisbee.

With the experience of driving the streamer last time, Ning Zhao felt that he was already a mature "veteran driver", who could adjust the speed of the Frisbee at will, and would not be overtaken by a bird like before.

Ning Zhao poured spiritual power into the frisbee, and the frisbee floated up with a flick, and then rushed straight towards Qingya Mountain.

After half a cup of tea, the two of them landed on an exercise platform in Qingya Mountain.

As soon as Mo Yiyi saw Chu Yu, he came up to meet him, "Chu Yu, are you coming to Qingya Mountain for morning class too?"

Chu Yu nodded.

"Hey, are you carrying a sword?"

"No wonder...it turns out that you carried this sword on your back the day you ascended to the Immortal Gate!"

Mo Yiyi leaned close to Chu Yu's side, reaching out to touch the simple black sword behind him.

Her movements were stopped by Chu Yu.

"Miss Mo."

"Ok?"

Mo Yiyi looked at Chu Yu in confusion, as if she didn't quite understand why Chu Yu stopped her.

Chu Yu didn't say a word, his half-step back action already explained everything.

Mo Yiyi bit her lip sadly and looked at Chu Yu, the corners of her eyes drooped, as if tears were about to fall in the next second.

A man dressed in white as an inner disciple walked over and protected Mo Yiyi behind him, "Yiyi, don't be with this little bastard...don't get angry with him..."

Ning Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at him. The person in front of him had a square face with dark skin. Two eyes as big as mung beans seemed to be in conflict. They were extremely far apart. Thin and wide lips, full of meanness.

This person seems to be called...Chen Yang? He possesses earth-level spiritual roots, and he is the best among the immortal sects this year. He was accepted as an inner disciple by the third elder of the Spirit Sword Sect.Logically speaking, she has to be called Senior Sister.

When Chen Yang saw Ning Zhao, the look of disdain on his face restrained a little, and he nodded respectfully and said, "Senior Sister Ning."

Ning Zhao nodded at him with a cold face.

She is at the Golden Core Stage, Chu Yu is at the Qi Refining Stage, and they don't have morning classes at the same place.

"Junior Brother, I'll pick you up after morning class later."

Chu Yu nodded and watched Ning Zhao go to a higher place on Qingya Mountain.

"Senior Sister Ning is gone, you bastard, I didn't expect you to be a spineless thing, and you will only shrink behind Senior Sister Ning."

"You don't even look at what you are. If you were not lucky enough to be accepted as an apprentice by Venerable Linghui, and to be blessed by Senior Sister Ning, do you think you can live so comfortably?"

"Hahahahaha, it's really funny that such an ominous person like you appeared in Qingya Mountain..."

Chu Yu ignored the taunting or searching eyes of the group of teenagers wearing the costumes of inner disciples, walked silently to the edge of the training platform, and picked up a wooden sword in a bamboo tube.

Chen Yang stepped forward and pushed Chu Yu, "Hey, little bastard, why don't you talk?"

Mo Yiyi stretched out her hand to stop her, bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then put down her hand.

Chu Yu...was indeed a little too indifferent. Senior Brother Chen Yang didn't mean anything malicious, but just wanted to teach him to be more polite.If the senior brother is ruthless, she will stop it...

Seeing that Chu Yu directly took out a mahogany sword and ignored him, Chen Yang became angry, rolled up his sleeves and pushed Chu Yu again.

"I really don't know what's so good about you, how did you get Senior Sister Ning's love!"

"Could it be... like your mother, with a flirtatious skill?"

Chen Yang is also a newcomer to the Immortal Gate, but he comes from a wealthy family. Although he is a side branch, he has also been cultivated by many families.

He is now in the late stage of Qi refining, and he can be regarded as the person with the highest spiritual power among the new batch of inner disciples.

With a wave of Chen Yang's hand, a burst of spiritual power hit Chu Yu's wrist holding the sword. Chu Yu's hand shook, and the Taomu sword flew out.

Chu Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at Chen Yang lightly, the anger Chen Yang expected was not on his face.

He silently took out another mahogany sword from the bamboo tube.

Chen Yang waved his hand, another spiritual force hit Chu Yu's wrist, and the mahogany sword also flew out.

Chu Yu stared at the triumphant Chen Yang with a condensed face.

"Fuck, little bastard, you still dare to stare at me!"

Chen Yang took out a small knife from his storage bag and was about to step forward, but Mo Yiyi quickly stood up and stopped him.

"Brother Chen Yang, just teach Chu Yu a lesson...don't hurt him..."

Chen Yang wiped his knife, tilted his mouth and said nonchalantly to Mo Yiyi: "With his small body? How can he catch my trick..."

He turned his head and pointed his nostrils at Chu Yu again, "Chu Yu, if you have the ability, you can compare yourself with me. They all say that you are a heaven-level spiritual root and a genius, I don't believe it! You have such a bloodline How can a messy bastard deserve to be called a genius?"

"I'm going to try it out, what kind of abilities are you, a genius!"

Chen Yang yelled, and flew forward with the knife, the knife was about to slash Chu Yu's face, Chu Yu dodged in a blink of an eye, and the knife almost slashed past his face.

Seeing that Chu Yu dodged his attack, Chen Yang couldn't help being furious, "Do you dare to dodge?"

Chu Yu gently waved his hand hidden under his sleeve, and a small stone wiped against Chen Yang's unattractive face, leaving a light bloodstain.

Chen Yang touched his face, almost violent.

"Little bastard, how dare you resist!"

Chen Yang waved his hand ferociously, and slapped Chu Yu with his palm. His cultivation level was a whole level higher than Chu Yu's. Chu Yu was not his opponent at all, and he slapped him until he vomited blood.

Mo Yiyi hurried forward and exclaimed, "Senior Brother Chen Yang!"

Chen Yang ignored Mo Yiyi, a smug smile appeared on his face, and the knife filled with spiritual power flew towards the fallen Chu Yu again, "Little bastard! Let's see how you can hide this time!"

The knife did not cut Chu Yu as he wished, but stopped in mid-air.

Everyone's expression froze, looking at Ning Zhao who was floating on the Frisbee, and said in a deep voice, "Senior Sister Ning!"

Ning Zhao moved in front of Chen Yang in a flash, and at the same time, a flame-like spiritual power gradually gathered in her hand, and this spiritual power fell on Chen Yang!

Chen Yang snorted, and looked at Ning Zhao, with some puzzlement in his eyes, "How can Senior Sister Ning bully others with her high cultivation?"

I bully you?

That's right, bro!

Ning Zhao was about to be laughed out of anger, this shameless bastard really dared to say it.

Ning Zhao said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Chen Yang, I think you are much clearer than me about who bullies others first."

"If I'm one step late, are you going to kill my junior brother?"

(End of this chapter)