Transmigrating into the male channel, she makes money to cultivate immortals and bring the villains

"How do you know that this person will come to find me tonight?" Rong Ji walked to her side and looked in the direction where the person disappeared.

"Senior brother, I told you to say those words during the day to her. This person doesn't want you and Yunchu to become a Taoist couple."

"How do you know that saying those... will work?"

Only then did Jiang Ying look at Rong Ji: "The strangeness of the junior sister's visit today is simply to force the senior brother to express his opinion. If you say you don't compete, then nothing will happen tonight. I'm just curious, so I'll trouble the senior brother to be the bait."

Hearing what Jiang Ying said, the richest man hurried over.

"So someone wants to sabotage the marriage between Yaoxianzong and Guiyunshui Pavilion?" The richest man is worthy of being a prince, and he thinks about "political conspiracy" in everything.

Jiang Ying knew that the man didn't want to be found out, so he didn't refute. He just said: "It's not a bad thing for us anyway. No one wanted to make this Taoist couple. It's just that after the elder brother disappeared, we invited Xianzong to ride a tiger."

"Okay, let's stop disturbing Junior Brother Rong Ji, he has just recovered from his injury." Wu Neng saw the wind blowing at night, and wanted to take Jiang Ying away.

Mentioning the injury on the Lingtai, both Jiang Ying and Rong Ji felt slightly hot, the night covered up this small change, Rong Ji watched them leave with Shou Feng.

"The day after tomorrow we will compete in the arena. I remember Yingying that you have a problem with lack of spiritual power. I made some medicine to quickly restore spiritual power. Don't hold on to the spirit stone." In front of the cave where Jiang Ying temporarily lived, Wu Neng took out a pack of pills tied with a blue silk thread from his storage bag.

Jiang Ying originally planned to pinch the spirit stone on the spot if her spirit power could not be sustained, but the second senior brother's medicine has solved her troubles!

"Thank you, Second Senior Brother!" Jiang Ying laughed from the bottom of her heart, it felt so good to be surrounded by Senior Brother!

He was really happy to see Jiang Ying, and Wu Neng trembled again, pinching his waist triumphantly: "Before, I was able to refine the top-notch medicine at most, and it was when I refined this fast spirit pill for you that I became a high-quality medicine. !"

"Senior brother is the most powerful! When this matter is over, we will study how to wake up the master. If the senior brother has obtained the Great Good Fortune, he must be the world's medicine fairy!"

Glad to be praised by Jiang Ying, Wu Neng stuffed all kinds of common pills in her arms, and promised her to get a bigger pill stove for her to use for barbecue next time.

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Two days passed quickly, and on the day of the competition, Jiang Ying stood among a group of senior brothers, looking like a "concave".Facing the big and small Jinfeng's own elders and the Guiyunshuige's two strange elders sitting in a row, she felt that she was participating in some talent show.

Furnace 101?

"What's the matter with that female cultivator?" An elder of Guiyunshui Pavilion asked the fellow disciple next to him.

"It should be that Jiang Yingying. The world of cultivating immortals has been discussing recently that there is a shady scene in the competition in the invitation to Xianzong. It is a competition in the radish pit. Otherwise, the youngest foundation-building monk today should not be excluded."

"But if she wins, won't she be with...?"

"Among the disciples of the Inviting Immortal Sect, there are still five Golden Core Stages, building a foundation and hitting the Golden Core? She is impossible even if she is an immortal."

Reverend Chang Bo politely waited for the two elders of Guiyunshui Pavilion to finish whispering before announcing the official start of the competition.After a round of lottery was drawn, the bamboo stick in Jiang Ying's hand read "Twenty One". The opponent was a junior on the Xiaojin Peak, Qi Refining Level [-]. Jiang Ying entered the stage with the spirit sword that comes standard with the fighting platform. Looking around, he found that Fairy Yunchu, who was dressed in white and had a pearl on her head, was sitting behind the elders. It happened that Yunchu was also looking at her.

After some discussion on the stage, the moves had been planned long ago, so she had the right to warm up.Just give this junior a small test at the end——

Originally, Jiang Ying should have lowered himself and stabbed his waist with a sword to end the battle.As a result, she suddenly jumped into the air, turned the sword half a circle in her hand, changed from a pronated grip to a reversed grip, and stabbed with both hands on the head of the surprised-looking junior with the epee downward!

Yun Chu, who was sitting behind the elder, shrank his pupils unconsciously, and pursed his cherry lips—that was the move he used the night before!She is a quick learner!
Seeing that Xiao Jinfeng's younger brother was about to be fired, Master Changbo rang the bell unhurriedly. Jiang Ying immediately retreated, turned forward in the air, released the strength from his hand, and landed firmly on the ground. Behind that Junior Brother.

After the match, Da Qiao brought her warm ginseng soup, and Xiao Qiao hung a towel on his shoulder waiting to relax her arms, just like a boxing match at halftime.

"Don't you guys need to prepare for the competition?" Without Jiang Ying's competition, the master invites the immortals to fight seriously. After all, the one who finally walks across from Jiang Ying is the real number one.

And Jiang Ying was just an actor and a temporary worker they invited.

Da Qiao finally drank the empty cup, and said nonchalantly: "There is nothing to prepare, except for a few senior disciples, the other brothers are similar to us."

"Oh, you're very confident!"

At this moment, Xiao Qiao, who was giving Jiang Ying a massage, took out two bamboo sticks of the same size with a look of misfortune on his face: "He fights with me, of course he has nothing to prepare for, I'm going to be ready to lie down for three days!" A pair of big eyes It's full of grievances.

Da Qiao gave him a blank look: "I don't know what is good or bad. This is your brother and I specially asked someone to replace it. How can others beat my brother?"

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The realms of the more than 40 disciples were very different, and the winners and losers were easily scored, so the first round of the competition ended at noon.Immortal cultivators are all special soldiers, and they don't take a lunch break, so they start the second round directly!

"Eight" Jiang Ying and the richest man read out the words on their bamboo sticks at the same time.

"Okay, I can rest now." The richest man chuckled, his eyes rolling, he decided to have some fun before resting.

After the two entered the stage, Jiang Ying was still holding the standard spirit sword, and the richest man simply came up empty-handed.

"You're a whip-wielder and you're not used to swords. I don't use weapons. It's fairer."

Jiang Ying looked at the eighth senior brother suspiciously, and changed his style of play temporarily?

His words are frank, and his mind must be impure!But who cares, just do it!My brothers and sisters don't have to follow the rules when fighting!
"Look at the move!" Jiang Ying held up a sword flower, feeling the sword intent in his heart, and rushed towards the richest man!What kind of tricks are you playing? You won't know until you fight it?

Seeing that she was getting close, the richest man moved his body to avoid the edge of the sword. His robe almost brushed against the point of the sword. Jiang Ying turned around and was about to distance himself, but he held his arm in mid-air and swung him half a circle. Forced to face each other!

The richest man's eyes suddenly widened!

Jiang Yingxin said: Not good!This guy needs to use his heart!

She hurriedly gathered her spiritual power to protect the altar, and the spiritual power gathered to the altar carried a sharp blade force, which was sword intent!
At this time, she saw Brother Eight's mouth move——

"Say, the eighth senior brother invites the first commander of the Xianzong." The richest man smiled very proudly!
She felt an invisible force, like an octopus' tentacles with suction cups, clinging tightly to the outside of her altar, constantly trying to convey a certain will!

Just when the spirit platform was about to fail, she broke through the protection of the spirit platform from the inside with her own spiritual power wrapped in a sharp sword intent!

How could this be?
Jiang Ying: My brain with an IQ of 180 has surrendered to the enemy?