The Raiders of Quick Pass

Chapter 229 Even a Fairy Becomes a Demon 49
"It's over, it's over, I owe a lot of debt now... Hehe, Xiao Qingwu, do you accept my compensation?" He blinked pitifully.

Qingwu glanced at him indifferently: "You are not worth that much money."

Su Ying: "...you are so poisonous."

My chest hurts.

Looking up at the darkening sky, Xia Ziyun said: "It's getting late, we should go back."

Su Ying: "Huh? Don't you want to visit the night market?"

"Tomorrow we will all take part in the competition, keep your energy."

She took Qingwu's hand and walked back first, Su Ying had no choice but to follow.

Qingwu turned her head back, looking at a direction behind her with a slightly cold gaze.

After only a casual glance, she looked back indifferently.

The two who were watching secretly not far away followed quietly.

Su Yue muttered impatiently: "I really don't know why Dad wants us to monitor them, wasting time."

"It's not 'them', but her." Lin Xiao said without looking back.

"Cut!" Su Yue was upset.

So what if that seductive fox is a disciple of Qing Lan Immortal Venerable?It's not just a piece of trash with no cultivation base.

I really don't know why my father and senior brother attach so much importance to it.

If her father hadn't repeatedly told her not to touch her before the competition, she would have liked that trash a long time ago.

Seeing that Qingwu and the others had returned to Tianzong's residence, Lin Xiao and Su Yue left quietly.

The next day, the day of the competition.

The Yeling Altar was surrounded by many people early on, and the scene was extremely lively.

Hundreds of sects sat in a circle in order.

Right in front, there is a high platform with a huge furnace on it.

After exchanging greetings among the sects, the masters of each sect offered incense one by one on the furnace tripod on the high platform.

Qingwu sat in the area of ​​Tianzong, looked at the wooden tokens in his hand, and raised his eyebrows with interest.

Each sect sent [-] disciples to participate in the competition, and there were hundreds of sects, and the total number of participants was several thousand.

There are ten arenas below, and teams of two will compete in the primary competition at the same time.

Everyone will receive a wooden sign with a number engraved on it, and two people with the same number will have a competition, regardless of their spiritual power.

Of course, in order to prevent the disciples of the same sect from becoming rivals, the person who issued the badges will check carefully to ensure that there will be no duplicate numbers in a sect.

However, it is inevitable to operate in the dark.

Before the ring started, Su Ying, who was sitting in the back, lay on Xia Ziyun's chair and asked, "Sister, I'm one hundred and nine. What's your number?"

The other party didn't answer, and directly showed the sign to him.

"Number two, what about you, little Qingwu?"

He turned his head and looked at the girl sitting next to Xia Ziyun who was knocking on melon seeds.

Qingwu: "No. 51."

As soon as she finished speaking, the chief referee on the ring had already started shouting with a thick booklet.

The voice blessed with spiritual power can spread throughout the altar.

"In the first round of the primary competition, No. [-] and No. [-] arena, Lei Zong Fuqing, against Luo Hua Zong Jiang Nian; No. Zi Yizong returns to Luo!"

Qingwu smiled at the people around her, "Sister, come on!"

Xia Ziyun smiled and nodded, "Yes."

Seeing the senior sister enter the stage, Su Ying sighed: "My number is so behind, when will I have to wait until I can play."

Qingwu ate a melon seed very leisurely, then turned to ask him: "Do you want to eat?"

"You have such a big heart..."

"Ok?"

"want!"

The relaxed atmosphere of the two of them drove the disciples around them.

So when the disciples of other sects were nervous and excited, all the people in Qingwu were knocking on the sunflower seeds.

The picture is strange and harmonious.

(End of this chapter)