Gu Qingxi wanted to laugh a little. This child's skin color was darker than that of Penpen. She didn't know why the feathered cubs looked like this.
Then Youyou told Gu Qingxi her next plan.
"I want to send this cub back to his tribe as soon as possible. The cubs of the Feathered Tribe actually grow very fast. He eats so much, and he will grow very fast. The cub has a transformation period, and it must have
Adults from the Feathered Clan will take care of them. Tomorrow, when Jiuya gives the refined kitchen utensils to the chef, we will set off to find the territory of the Feathered Clan." Youyou explained to Gu Qingxi, "I also want to watch you compete, but
His affairs cannot be delayed."
"Understood, you should send him back to his tribe as soon as possible." Gu Qingxi patted Youyou on the shoulder, "There will be another Ten Thousand Methods Conference in thirty years. I hope we can qualify for the Cooking Competition by then.
Referees, please practice hard during this period."
Hearing this, Youyou couldn't help but laugh, and then nodded vigorously: "I will not slack off in cultivation, you have to work hard too." Recover your strength and memory as soon as possible, and together we will complete what we didn't have time to complete in the previous life.
dream.
Youyou and Yun Jiuya are preparing to return to the inn with Heidan. Yun Jiuya needs to quickly refine all the kitchen utensils he promised to cook. He will set out early tomorrow morning and needs to make some preparations.
"I will come back to you when I send Heitan home." Youyou said.
"Well, take care on your way." Gu Qingxi bid farewell to Youyou and Yun Jiuya.
Ye Wuchen was urgently called away by his father again.
Gu Qingxi was getting ready to go to the Nascent Soul Group competition venue.
After a while it will be the little senior brother's turn to compete, and she is going to cheer for the little senior brother.
Halfway through, I met an acquaintance, Fang Jingxue.
However, Fang Jingxue seemed to be in trouble, as she was surrounded by several monks.
Those monks all had unkind looks on their faces, and the leader was a female monk in gorgeous clothes. She was looking at Fang Jingxue with a look of disdain and said sarcastically: "Fang Jingxue, you also have this day. Didn't you always have your nostrils pointed in the sky and surrounded by everyone? Now?
Why are you like a bereaved dog, all alone?"
Gu Qingxi: "?" Hmm? What about today and tomorrow? She agreed with Fang Jingxue's previous sentence about her nostrils pointing upward. But she disagreed with the last sentence.
How could Fang Jingxue look like a lost dog? If this guy were a dog, he would also be a vicious guard dog.
Sure enough, the next moment Fang Jingxue sneered, glanced contemptuously at the people around the female cultivator in front of her, and retorted: "Fang Jingrou, do you think you can do anything to me with a few lackeys?"
"Fang Jingxue, you have misunderstood me, sister. You chose a small and broken sect to be your disciple, and you are in such a state of desolation. I pity you and think about you. Otherwise, sister, I will go and beg my master to accept you as an outer disciple. We
Our sect is a heavenly sect." The female cultivator's face darkened, her words were extremely sarcastic, and every sentence was extremely insulting.
Gu Qingxi said that she would not agree with this.
What kind of broken sect is this? Is this female cultivator still living in the past?
Can the current Tianqing Sect still be a small broken sect?
Do you still want Fang Jingxue to become an outer disciple?
Can she, Gu Qingxi, endure such humiliation and ridicule?
Fang Jingxue was too lazy to talk nonsense with the female cultivator and said directly: "Get out! If you don't get out, I will beat them."
"Fang Jingxue, who do you think you are? Do you think you are still the eldest lady of the Fang family? After the death of your grandmother, who supports you the most, I will see how arrogant you are...ah——!!!" Fang Jingrou had a sinister and cold look on her face.
He mocked Fang Jingxue, but before he finished speaking, the last words turned into a high-pitched scream.
Then Fang Jingrou flew out. After flying up, blood spurted out from her mouth, and a burst of blood mist sprayed out in the air. It seemed that two teeth also flew out together.
Fang Jingxue's hand was still on the hilt of the sword at this moment, and she had not yet had time to draw the sword.
She was so angry that she wanted to draw her sword to teach Fang Jingrou, but before she could draw her sword, Fang Jingrou was already knocked away.
Who did it?
Fang Jingxue turned around and looked at the person behind her.