Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

Chapter 187

With Jimoqing's words, the poor disciples who had long been unhappy with the Fengyumen did not show any fear, and even eagerly prepared for the battle.

The aggrieved and annoyed Qiukui and Yasui were flushed away by the flow of water, and they immediately felt refreshed.

After taking the elixir, Ding Yi sat cross-legged and meditated to heal his wounds, his lips were tightly pursed, and he slowly smiled.

The impoverished disciple's momentum was strong, and he sprayed back the anger he had been holding back for a long time.

"That's right, whoever is afraid of whom!"

"If you want to fight, you can fight!"

Seeing that things were developing in an unexpected way again, Du Yuan's expression could no longer be described as ugly.

Although he did intend to suppress the poor family, it was not something he, an elder, could afford to rise to the top of the sect.

Thinking of this, Du Yuan looked at Lu Zizhen, and said, "It's inevitable that the juniors will get a little emotional, so why bother to go to war?"

Lu Zizhen couldn't see his disciples using those dirty methods during the competition. He heard Du Yuan's intention to make things smaller, and put down the teacup in his hand heavily, and said angrily: "As far as your disciples are concerned, they are not even worthy of the ladder of the poor sect." step on!"

Du Yuan was humiliated by Lu Zizhen on the spot, trembling with anger, but in order to keep things from developing in the worst direction, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the bitterness, saying: "The competition between disciples, why should you and I ascend to the sect? Too much fuss."

When Jimoqing spoke at this moment, Danfeng's eyes were squinting, extremely sharp, but his voice was as cold as water: "Your Fengyumen regards disciples like gravels at your feet, but my sect regards every disciple as a treasure. What a world of difference! can be compared.”

Lu Zizhen has a straightforward personality and a bad temper. Hearing Jimoqing's simple and clear analogy, he couldn't help secretly applauding.

Du Yuan couldn't help but be hesitant, Jimo Qing's words were already bluntly saying that their Fengyumen even like this kind of miscellaneous disciples, and in the eyes of their humble sect, they are not worthy of even stones.

He also pointed his sword at their Fengyumen, the upper beam was not straight, and the lower beam was crooked!

A peak master of Fengyumen couldn't help but stood up and said, "Why are you talking so harshly!"

Jimoqing glanced away lightly and said, "Since you don't like to hear it, then don't listen to it."

Before the peak master had time to react, his figure flickered, and he sat back down, his face white-haired, his eyes covering his ears in horror.

Huang Zifeng's two siblings, who had been quietly staying beside him, suddenly changed their expressions when they saw this scene.

Jimoqing really made trouble and made that peak master deaf!

How did he do it?

How did you do it?

Not only Huang Zifeng brother and sister were terrified, even the peak masters and Du Yuan were shocked by Jimoqing's moody temperament.

Du Yuan was sweating profusely, and felt that something was wrong in his heart. The two were clearly of the same cultivation level, but he couldn't see how Jimoqing made a move!

The gap is clear at a glance.

"Look at the sky—"

At this moment, someone shouted, swords were on the verge of attack, and the people who were ready to go looked up at the sky, only to see that there was a group of dark clouds hovering over the originally endless sky.

The powerful breath was wrapped in a sense of oppressiveness that was as dark as a swamp, making everyone present dignified, and unconsciously began to be on guard.

Only Jimo Qing just raised his eyelids, glanced at him casually, and then propped his chin, resting his eyes on Shen Gunian with great interest.

Junior brother, the waist is quite thin.

Standing in the arena, Shen Gunian, who was looking up at the dark clouds with everyone, suddenly reached out and touched Weiliang's lower back, wondering, the punch he swung with all his strength just now can still reach his waist?

"Hahaha……"

The laughter with strong spiritual power formed invisible ripples and hit all around. The strong sense of oppression and deterrence made many disciples from poor families kneel on one knee.

Luo Yi's face was very ugly, not to mention the injured Ding Yi, his already pale face became even more ugly.

This posture turned out to be an attack on the poor family sect.

"It's the ancestor of the gangster."

"It's Patriarch Hunji here." The disciple of Fengyumen shouted happily.

Du Yuan and the peak masters of each peak stood up quickly, knelt down on one knee and cupped their hands: "Welcome to the ancestor."

Huang Zifeng and Huang Yueying happily walked forward: "Uncle..."

I saw the dark clouds slowly dissipating, and the coercion that frightened the poor disciples receded like a wave. A middle-aged man in a black and purple robe came riding the wind, with a majestic expression.

"Uncle." Huang Yueying rushed towards Huang Bin, grabbed his arm and acted coquettishly: "You are finally out of customs, Yueying misses you so much."

Huang Bin's majestic face slowly showed a doting smile, and he touched Huang Yueying's hair: "Yueying is really getting more and more beautiful, but is there any young talent you like? As long as you like it, uncle will make the decision for you."

"Uncle——" Huang Yueying stomped her feet coyly, and secretly glanced at Jimoqing.

Huang Bin's sharp eyes fell on Jimo Qing, and he realized that he had already reached Yuanying cultivation level at such a young age.

Huang Zifeng saw his uncle's plan at a glance, but now was not the time to talk about it.

Huang Bin was quite able to see. He saw the tension in the competition field. He wanted Du Yuan and the others to get up. He sat in Du Yuan's original seat and said, "I saw that this place is lively, so I came here to watch it. I didn't disturb you." Everybody?"

Seeing Huang Bin, Lu Zizhen frowned and quickly dissipated. His irritable temper also restrained a bit, and he smirked: "It is also an honor for the younger generations to come and watch the old ancestor Hunji."

Jimo Qing didn't even bother to act falsely and submissively, he didn't raise his eyelids, and didn't pay attention to Huang Bin at all.

This attitude made Lu Zizhen admire Jimoqing's indifference from the bottom of his heart.

Huang Bin noticed that Jimo Qing was able to calm down under the oppression of his transformation stage, and couldn't help being more satisfied, and said majesticly: "This is..."

Lu Zizhen noticed that Huang Bin had been looking at Jimo Qing, so he subconsciously kicked his chair.

Only then did Jimoqing withdraw his eyes from Shen Gunian, and sat on the chair very casually to bow to Huang Bin: "Junior Jimoqing."

Relying on his uncle, Huang Zifeng swept away his originally gloomy complexion, saw Jimoqing's disrespectful attitude, wanted to pretend to be a tiger, but before he could speak, he was almost knocked down by Huang Yueying.

Huang Yueying's face was blushing, she looked sideways at Jimo Qing's handsome face frequently, her apricot eyes kept giving her uncle winks.

At this moment, in the competition venue, because of the appearance of the Hunji Patriarch, the Fengyumen were in high spirits, while the Hanmen was three points short.

Shen Gunian frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on Jimo Qing.

Zhuang Su asked cautiously: "Senior Brother Shen, what are they talking about?"

Shen Gunian shook his head, his starry eyes were about to overflow with worry, and he clenched his fists quietly.

In the stage of transforming into a god, even Jimoqing can't deal with it...

"Old Patriarch Hunji, why does it seem like he's trying to match Huang Yueying and senior brother together?" Luo Yi stood behind the two of them at some point, looking at that side frequently.

Shen Gunian gritted his teeth.