The elder sister of Jianzong became the rival Bai Yueguang

Chapter 105 The Opening of the Hundred Immortals Club: Pingyao Nanjia Disrupted the Situation
Luo Qingchen showed dissatisfaction, "What did Jiang Qinghe come to see you for?"

"Jiang Qinghe regards me as his own daughter now, do you still suspect that I have something to do with him?" Nan Wuyou argued hard, got up and dressed and went out, "Hide in the house and don't come out, if Jiang Qinghe When Qinghe sees you, maybe he will reprimand you again."

"Not yet." Nan Wuyou opened the door, with a pair of sleepy eyes, "I don't know if my father is visiting late at night, what's the matter?"

"I think Luo Qingchen is coming in your direction." Jiang Qinghe passed her straight into the room, looked around the room, and finally his eyes fell on a striking white shirt on the screen, and turned to look at Nan Wuyou with a frown Said: "Luo Qingchen is in your room?"

"No..." Nan Wuyou just denied it, Jiang Qinghe grabbed Luo Qingchen's coat, and sternly reprimanded: "Why is his coat here with you? Little girl! Don't lie to your father!"

"Second Martial Uncle has never been here, Father, you misunderstood." Nan Wuyou made a decisive decision and immediately thought of a countermeasure, stepped forward and snatched the white shirt, and hid it behind him, it seemed a little difficult to say, "It's mine, I hid it When I got up, Second Martial Uncle didn't know..."

Jiang Qinghe is not a stupid and dull person, seeing what Nan Wuyou didn't understand in such a reaction, he reprimanded heartbrokenly: "Little girl, you are so confused! Luo Qingchen has never put you in his heart, how is it worth it?" You treat each other so infatuatedly! You have deep affection for him, but he may not have half affection for you. "

"I know, father." Nan Wuyou said sadly, "I know I'm not good enough for the uncle, as long as the uncle has me in his heart, that's enough."

"Little girl, you are really..." Jiang Qinghe sighed with his hands on his forehead, and suddenly blamed himself, "It's my fault. I didn't give you enough fatherly love, which made you go astray."

"Okay, Jiang Qinghe." Luo Qingchen couldn't take it anymore, and walked out of the back room, took the robe from Nan Wuyou's hand and put it on his arm, "Wuyou and I have officially become Taoist couples, and we will be together at night. Why not go to bed, even if you are Wuyou's father, do you still have to take care of the private affairs between the two of us?"

"How old is the little girl now, and how old are you, Luo Qingchen!" Jiang Qinghe scolded angrily, "You bully my little girl for being old and disrespectful, do you know the heart of shame!"

"Father, please keep your voice down." Nan Wuyou reminded in a low voice, "Don't provoke other senior immortal cultivators."

"You dare to hide Luo Qingchen in the house, are you afraid of provoking other people?" Jiang Qinghe was furious, "Luo Qingchen, let me warn you, the Hundred Immortals Association is still in progress, and the immortal cultivators of all sects Here, my little girl will continue to compete, so you are not allowed to bully my little girl! We will talk about the two of you when you return to Yuhengzong, let's rest early today."

After saying that, Jiang Qinghe shook his sleeves angrily and left.

On the second day of the Baixianhui, Luo Qingchen and Nan Wuyou left Huayang Valley together, Jiang Qinghe passed by and snorted at the two of them, but his anger was still lingering.

Nan Wuyou stepped forward and called: "Father..."

"You little heartless." Jiang Qinghe scolded her and left quickly.

"Don't take it to heart." Luo Qingchen raised her hand and rubbed Nan Wuyou's hair, and said in a warm voice: "After the Baixian meeting is over, I'll go and talk to him."

The second day was still about swords.

Nan Wuyou was concerned about Jiang Qinghe's emotions, and in order to win Jiang Qinghe's favor, he began to gradually dominate the field.The scoring list changes at any time, and Nan Wuyou's name tops the list.

Chu Mingfeng said "ah" in surprise, "Isn't nephew Wuyou injured? Doesn't this look like an injury?"

"Perseverance with injuries is commendable, but I don't agree with it." Luo Qingchen glanced at Jiang Qinghe, "Wuyou has apologized to you for doing this, I wonder if Third Junior Brother can calm down?"

"There is no overnight feud between father and daughter, how could I be angry with the little girl." Jiang Qinghe sighed helplessly, and greeted an attendant disciple on the viewing platform, "Let Nan Wuyou go down, don't hold on .”

Nan Wuyou raised his head and glanced at the viewing platform as his disciples conveyed the words. Jiang Qinghe couldn't hide the pain in his eyes, and nodded to her.

Nan Wuyou shook his injured arm, it seemed to be sore and cold, Nan Wuyou turned his head and got off the martial arts arena, he seemed to be reluctant to go into battle with his injury, he was a bit tired after many rounds, obviously feeling top-heavy.

The steps between the martial arts arena and the ground are not low, Nan Wuyou almost tripped and fell over, and supported her with one arm, a familiar voice came, "Junior Sister Wuyou, be careful."

Nan Wuyou looked up, it was Yun Xiao who looked concerned, and after Nan Wuyou stood still, he immediately let go of his hand, and quickly explained: "Junior Sister Wuyou, please don't feel offended, it is Uncle Jiang who has already greeted you , saying that Junior Sister Wuyou is injured, and asked me to take care of Junior Sister Wuyou."

"Thank you." Nan Wuyou nodded slightly, stepped back and separated some distance from him, "It's my father's overthinking, Senior Brother Lao Yunxiao is worried about him."

Nan Wuyou felt a little familiar with the performance of the female fairy Xiu in the martial arts field, but she couldn't remember who it was. She just heard her say: "Pingyao Nanjia Nanping, Lingsheng Second Rank, please fight Yuheng Zongnan Wuyou."

Nan Wuyou wondered, this is Nan Wuyou's family?

Nan Wuyou went to the field and called Feishuang, "Fight."

"What fight are you fighting for! Little girl back down!"

Jiang Qinghe uttered harsh words, and jumped down from the viewing platform, "Miss Nan San, the Hundred Immortals Meeting is not a place for you to avenge your personal revenge. If you have any questions, please go to Yuhengzong to discuss them in detail."

"Brother-in-law, you also protect this bastard, don't you!" Nan Ping's exquisite face showed a ferocious expression, "I kindly adopted her as a righteous daughter, but she killed me as my own child. How can I not hate her as a mother? !"

Nan Wuyou finally understood who this was. As Nan Wuyou's aunt and adoptive mother, she criticized Nan Wuyou everywhere.

Nan Wuyou said angrily: "Nan Wuying and Nan Wuji deserve to die. Mother-in-law, you only see them die because of me, but have you ever thought that I will be killed by them for the rest of my life!"

"You were raised by my Nan family. The Nan family has the grace to adopt you. How about abolishing your spiritual root? I'll treat it as your repayment for the Nan family. How can you complain?" Nan Ping said bitterly, "I If I knew you would be so ungrateful, I shouldn't have picked you up back then!"

With a "slap", Jiang Qinghe slapped Nanping's face heavily from the air. Nanping covered her face and looked at Jiang Qinghe in disbelief, "Brother-in-law, you actually want to hit me because of a bastard?"

"Talk to my little girl more politely!" Jiang Qinghe said coldly, "Wuyou is the biological daughter of me and Wanwan, not the so-called bastard you keep saying."

"Perhaps I should call you aunt." Nan Wuyou said calmly, "Nan Wuying destroyed my spiritual roots, and Nan Wuji took my life but failed. I wonder if I can repay the Nan family's kindness?"

"Not enough!" Nan Ping suddenly drew out her sword, and the sword pointed straight at Nan Wuyou, "As long as you are still alive, you will never be able to repay the favor of the Nan family!"

Caught off guard before Jiang Qinghe had time to protect her, Feishuang immediately blocked her with his sword, Xiannan Wuyou shattered his sword intent with one step, and the power of spiritual pressure erupted powerfully.

"Who dares to hurt my son!"

(End of this chapter)