Chu Qingling sneered, flicked the sign lightly, shrugging her shoulders indifferently, "You guys tell me, will I beat him to death or to death later?"

Yang Xiao and Qi Wei looked at each other, and the latter whispered first, "Teacher... How could the elder let his stupid son fight you?"

That's right, in the first round, Chu Qingling's opponent was the silly son of the Great Elder who had almost no cultivation and only knew how to like or dislike a woman.

"I'm afraid that it was done by someone who is interested."

Yang Xiao was older and thought about the key point after a change of mind. "Your strength is obviously above that fool. You cannot lose, but you can't hurt him, otherwise..." Yang Xiao's face was gloomy, "The person behind him is so despicable."

"No matter who he is, if you want to hurt me, kill me and defeat me, you will have only one way out."

Chu Qing finished speaking and his eyes met the sinister and proud gaze not far away.

Who is not Chu Zhiyao?

You are really not at peace.

At this time, it was Yang Xiao's turn to play. He is now in his twenties and is a junior Taoist master. There are very few opponents among the younger generation in the Taoist temple. In addition, his cultivation is solid and stable, he can score in just a few moves and successfully enter the second round.

After that, Qi Wei passed the first round smoothly.

Chu Qingling was very satisfied. One of these two people was introverted and the other was calm. They fought against each other and were trained to cultivate their talents. The future glory was unlimited.

At this time, it was finally Chu Qingling's turn to go on stage. The boiling arose was unknown, but when he saw the girl walking quietly into the stands, he suddenly became quiet as if he had agreed.

"Wait a moment."

Chu Qingling was about to turn around handsomely, but when he heard the second elder stopping, he suddenly became quieter and looked at the second elder.

"Chu Qingling, you are now at the eighth level of Taoist disciples. Among the younger generation of disciples in my Taoist temple, you are still in the right place. Just in case, I will ask you again if the bet is still going on?"

Oh!

Chu Qingling smiled in her heart, as if she was asking for her wishes, but if she was really afraid at this time, her future cultivation path would end. Moreover, this second elder is really insidious. Such a competition is about to be imminent, which is clearly shaking her fighting spirit and capturing her heart.

However, her Chu Qingling's heart is iron-clad, and she is not afraid of thunderstorms!

The head of the Chu family frowned slightly and said in a warm tone, "Girl Qingling, don't worry, if the head of the family is here, I will report to the Duke to deal with it."

"Thank you, the head of the family, but..." Chu Qingling smiled softly, Yan Ru, "I will not admit defeat unless the second elder wants to admit defeat on Chu Xianghe."

"Just, how could I lose!"

Chu Xianghe jumped out in an instant.

"Very good." Chu Qingling spread his hands and rolled his eyes, "Then there is nothing to say. Please ask my opponent to come out."

"Hiss—"

As soon as Chu Qingling finished speaking, everyone gasped.

"No, that stupid guy actually participated, I didn't see it on the day of registration for the internal exam."

"Hey, he is the Great Elder, speak less."

The head of the Chu family and several Changcai who were in the top were also shocked. Obviously, it was only then that they realized that the eldest elder's son was actually in the competition rankings.

The elder on the side was even more confused. He wanted his son to participate and had a choice of opponents for him, but he was definitely not Chu Qingling.

When you encounter this monster, isn’t your son the only one who gets beaten?

"Hehehe, fairy, fairy..."

As soon as the silly son came on stage, he drooled obscenely at Chu Qingling.

Chu Qingling resisted the urge to retching, and raised his hand impatiently, "Can you fight?"

"Beat, eat, eat..."
Chapter completed!