Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 79 You Are Invincible Under the Golden Core

Ning Zhao agreed with Yin Ziqi's words. Ji Ruxue's actions really made her lose face.

After all, he is the direct disciple of the master of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, one of the five great sects, but he was relentless in this first competition, and even if he couldn't beat him, he would yell at him, and anyone who saw him would have to say "No quality".

Feng Xiaodie slammed the corners of her eyes twice, flew down to the competition stage, waved her hand and cast a curse on Ji Ruxue.

He pulled Ji Ruxue behind him, twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled, and said loudly to Xu Mingchao: "In the third competition, Xu Mingchao, a disciple of Qingya Mountain from the Spirit Sword Sect, won."

Xu Mingchao nodded, and walked straight down the competition stage, without leaving Ji Ruxue an extra look in his eyes.

Feng Xiaodie lifted Ji Ruxue's collar, threw him to the disciple in red who was leaning on Ji Ruxue before, and then flew back to sit on the high platform.

Venerable Fu Xi shifted his gaze from Xu Mingchao to Ji Ruxue, and shook his head lightly, his voice remained calm, "Please invite the two little friends who got the No. [-] wooden stick to fight on the martial arts platform."

Ning Zhao saw two unfamiliar disciples step onto the competition stage.

They were all wearing azure clothes, and each performed a peer salute.

Ning Zhao watched with great interest the two disciples of Fu Manlou holding talisman papers and going back and forth, you burn me and I hit you.

It's just that I don't know if it's because of the embarrassment of the fellow disciples, or other reasons.

They fought and fought like this for half an hour, but there was no winner.

Ning Zhao yawned, and saw that the other disciples in the square also showed a lack of interest.

Yin Ziqi tugged on Cui Shan's sleeve and didn't know what he was talking about. It seemed that a sound-proof barrier was set up, and Yin Ziqi's mouth could only be seen moving inside the barrier. Cui Shan had a cold face and didn't respond to a word. she.

Ning Zhao hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Chu Yu.

Chu Yu's eyes were fixed on the competition stage, very serious, as if fascinated.

Ning Zhao stared at Chu Yu's face for a long time before he realized that he turned his head and the two looked at each other.

"What's wrong... Senior Sister?"

"Junior brother, you... what wooden lot did you draw?"

Ning Zhao calculated that according to today's progress, there can only be more than ten competitions at most. If the cub's wooden sign ranks relatively low, the competition may be held tomorrow.

Chu Yu lowered his head, took out the wooden stick from the storage bag, and handed it to Ning Zhao.

Ning Zhao looked closely, and it turned out that Chu Yu had drawn No. 30 lottery.

It's still the finale?

Ning Zhao saw that Chu Yu's face was gloomy, and he didn't look very happy, thinking that he was worried about the upcoming competition.

She stretched out her hand and patted Chu Yu's shoulder comfortingly, and said softly, "Don't worry too much, junior brother, look, some famous Jindan stage monks have already confirmed their opponents, or have already finished the competition."

"Hmm... among the other disciples, I haven't heard of anyone who is very powerful, and I haven't heard of any sect that has an unknown disciple who has broken through to the Golden Core Stage."

"Under the golden core stage, you must be fine!"

Hearing these words, Chu Yu was slightly stunned.

In fact, he hadn't thought of this.

He just felt a little irritable for no reason.

The corners of Chu Yu's mouth curled up a little, nodded to Ning Zhao, raised his head to look at the sky covered by a few dark clouds, somehow felt that something big was about to happen, it seemed... not a good thing.

He threw these weird thoughts out of his mind, looked at Ning Zhao, and was about to say something.

But was interrupted by a crisp female voice, "Senior Sister Ning!"

Ning Zhao and Chu Yu raised their eyes and saw that it was Mo Yiyi who hadn't seen anyone before!
She bounced up and walked to Ning Zhao, raised her face to look at Ning Zhao, with three large characters "seeking praise" written all over her face.

Ning Zhao looked sideways at her suspiciously.

Mo Yiyi giggled twice, deliberately lowered her voice, and said next to Ning Zhao's ear, "Senior Sister Ning, let me tell you, I asked Master to promise something today."

"what's up?"

"We'll find out later!"

After Mo Yiyi finished speaking, he ran up to Xu Mingchao, who had his head down, bouncing and dancing.

……

"In the fourth match, Fu Manlou's disciple Songxi won."

...

"In the fifth competition, Xuanji Pavilion disciple Zhang Tao won."

Following Feng Xiaodie's high-pitched voice, Venerable Fu Xi's voice sounded again.

"Invite the two little friends who got the No. [-] wooden lottery to go to the competition stage to fight."

This is Ning Zhao's turn.

Ning Zhao strode forward and jumped onto the competition platform, waiting for his opponent to arrive.

But who knows, the same situation as Ye Tianhe happened on the competition stage, and no one came up for a while.

Feng Xiaodie glanced across the disciples in the square, and then said loudly: "Which little friend has got the No. [-] wooden pick, please go to the competition stage to fight."

The disciples on the square looked at me and I looked at you, but none of them stepped onto the stage.

"Hey, what wooden lot did you draw?"

"Don't look at me, I'm not the number six wooden sign!"

"Senior Sister Ning's strength...except for Senior Brother Ye, anyone who competes with her will lose miserably, right?"

"In this kind of situation that has been determined, I think it is normal for the person who has drawn the No. [-] wooden pick not to show up."

Feng Xiaodie held her temper and called again.

But still no one stepped onto the stage.

Feng Xiaodie didn't bother to cast a tracking spell like Venerable Fuxi just now, to find that person on the spot.Furthermore, he had asked several times just now, if that disciple was really willing to compete, he should have stepped forward a long time ago.

He sneered, and said in a loud voice: "The other disciple who got the wooden lottery No. [-] abstained. In this competition, Ning Zhao, Xiaozhufeng of the Spirit Sword School, wins!"

When Ning Zhao stepped off the competition stage and returned to Chu Yu's side, he was still in a daze.

What's the situation, you can advance directly without a competition?

Is this the treatment she can have?

Ning Yan leaned over to her side, with envy written all over his face, "Azhao, Azhao, you are so lucky!"

"I didn't even need to compete to advance directly. Unlike me, I got a Cui Shan... oh..."

Yin Ziqi with sharp ears heard the word "Cui Shan", and quickly looked at Ning Yan. Hu asked, "Ning Yan, are you talking bad about my senior brother?"

Ning Yan shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, you misheard."

Yin Ziqi let out an oh, and then looked away.

Ning Yan added: "It's strange to say that the little saint from the Qingyin Tower didn't come to make trouble."

"I remember that every year in the Zongmen competition, she would come to compete with you, and then return to Tianyin Tower in disgrace."

"Oh no, did Xiao Ling'er do Bai Xiaosheng some favors? How could she be higher than you in the beauty list?"

Ning Zhao shook his head, expressing that he didn't know either.

She had heard of Bai Xiaosheng's name many times, but she had never seen his true face in Lushan.

Ning Yan heaved a long sigh, and started rambling again: "If you want me to tell you, this is really a strange thing, so why didn't Xiao Ling'er come?"

"Didn't she always regard you as her old enemy in this life?"

Ning Zhao: ...

Thank you for your invitation, people are in Qingya Mountain, and the enemy comes from the sky.

Suddenly there was a voice from far away, "Ning Zhao!"

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(End of this chapter)