"Seventh Elder, did you feel a terrifying aura just now?" Seeing the person coming, Qingyun's eyes lit up and he asked the Seventh Elder.
Terrifying atmosphere?
To be able to say the word "terrible" from the sect leader's mouth, could it be that he is a high-level expert in the Thunder Tribulation Realm, or even a powerful monk in the Yuanshen Realm?
"I just arrived here, and I didn't feel any breath." The seventh elder was also full of doubts. He rushed here just after leaving seclusion and didn't feel any breath.
"Didn't you sense it..." Qingyun was even more confused at this time. Could it be that he had just fallen asleep? Why did he keep sensing errors recently?
"Seventh Elder, you have finished your retreat, why are you here?" Qingyun shook his head and did not think about what happened just now. Maybe he really felt wrong.
"Tomorrow is the disciple competition. Sect Master, can my disciple Yan Bei... take part?" The seventh elder said hesitantly while looking at the blue clouds above the hall.
"Yan Bei will let him stay in Qilong Mountain for the time being. He won't have to participate in this competition." Qingyun pondered for a moment.
Hearing this, the seventh elder sighed slightly, just as he continued to say something.
"Old Qi, it's not like you don't know that Yan Bei's best choice is to stay in Qilong Mountain at this moment. If he is allowed to come out, the Saint's personality will be so gentle that she won't say anything, and the Saint Son will probably try his best to cause trouble for him.
, let him stay on the mountain, firstly to give everyone a step down, and secondly to protect him."
Qingyun explained to the Seventh Elder with heavy eyes that he also knew that Yan Bei was the Seventh Elder's only disciple. He regarded him as his own son and he could understand if he wanted to rescue Yan Bei.
But there were some things that he, as the sect leader, had to weigh the pros and cons. After all, the Holy Son was the future pillar of the sect, and Yan Bei was just an ordinary disciple with mediocre talent.
Holy Son Qingyun has been admiring the Saint for more than a day or two. Although the Saint did not agree, the entire sect knew that he liked the Saint.
And Yan Bei accidentally saw the naked appearance of the saint. The saint, who had already regarded the saint as his future Taoist companion, of course couldn't swallow this. He tried to kill Yan Bei many times, but was stopped by others.
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Now Yan Bei is imprisoned in Qilong Mountain, which is the best place for him. If he comes out, the Holy Son will definitely not let him go.
"But... I will talk to the Holy Son after this competition is over. His anger should have subsided by then." Looking at the seventh elder who was sighing in front of him, Qingyun slowly shook his head.
The seventh elder's name is Feng Han, and he is one of the few powerful men in the Thunder Tribulation Realm of Qingyun Sect. He has made great contributions to the sect, so Qingyun cannot do things too well.
"Then thank you so much, sect master." After hearing this, Feng Han's expression finally softened a little, and he quickly bowed his hands to Qingyun in greeting.
"It's just a little effort. Maybe your apprentice is used to staying on Qiulong Mountain and doesn't want to come down." Qingyun said jokingly in order to lighten the atmosphere.
Feng Han showed a faint smile and shook his head slightly, how could it be...
The next day.
Prison Dragon Mountain.
[Congratulations to the host, successful sign-in, reward: ghost shadow]
Ghost Shadow is a god-level footwork that allows people to teleport. The higher the level of cultivation, the longer the teleportation distance.
Now, the cultivation level of Yanbei Qihai Realm, the eighth level, can teleport a distance of fifty meters, and can be used five times in an hour.
Yan Bei looked at the skill introduction and grinned, adding another life-saving artifact.
The sign-in was completed, and Yan Bei, who was bored, opened his space eyes and watched the live broadcast.
As for practicing?
If you have a system and you still practice cultivation, then you can just be a salted fish on Qiulong Mountain. Well, no, isn't it better to be an elegant scholar?
At this moment, countless disciples gathered in the Qingyun Sect's sect square, all of them staring intensely at the center of the square.
There were two disciples competing there at the moment, fighting back and forth, and the scene was extremely exciting.
But Yan Bei found it boring. He was already at the advanced level of the Qi Sea Realm, and he had no interest in watching the competition between Qi Refining Realm disciples.
But at this moment, a person caught Yan Bei's attention.
That is Saint Qingyun.
Dressed in white, she has a beautiful appearance, her starry eyes are twinkling with starlight, a bit cold, and her whole body exudes an indifference that repels people from thousands of miles away. She is Qingyun Sect's contemporary saint, Qimeng.
Yan Bei was quite interested in this woman, after all, he had peeked at her bathing before.
Although the memory fragments were a bit blurry, Yan Bei could still recall the alluring curves of Her Royal Highness the Saint in the bath.
"Gulu!"
Thinking of this, Yan Bei's mouth became dry and he quickly shook his head and stopped looking at Qimeng.
He was afraid that he would soon be unable to control himself and start a traditional craft that spanned time and space...
...
The competition progressed quickly, and Yan Bei saw Ling'er come on the stage, but she was eliminated in the third round due to her seventh-level Qi refining skills.
"The ninth level of Qi refining, huh, it's too weak."
On the ring, a young man wearing a blue robe was full of disdain. He was the Holy Son of Qingyun, a fourth-level practitioner of the Qi Sea Realm!
Opposite him was a disciple of the ninth level of Qi Refining. The disciple's talent was quite good, but when he faced Saint Qingyun, his face was solemn. The gap in strength between the two was so huge that he had no chance of winning.
Chance.
boom!
With a shaking sound, the man opposite Qingyun Holy Son was directly blown away by a palm, fell to the ground, coughed up blood, and was seriously injured.
After defeating his opponent, Qingyun Shengzi looked at the audience cheering for him with a smile on his face. At this moment, his vanity was greatly satisfied.
On Qilong Mountain, Yan Bei could not help but shake his head secretly when he saw such a scene. This Qingyun Saint did not care about the feelings of his fellow disciples at all, and severely injured his opponents every time to show his strength.
But Holy Son Qingyun may not know that although this approach can help him establish authority within the sect, it will also lose the more important people's hearts.
"Wuhu!"
On the other side of the arena, there was another burst of exclamation.
It turned out that Qimeng also defeated her opponent, but unlike Holy Son Qingyun, she did not rely on her cultivation to bully the weak.
Although the disciple who fought against Qimeng was defeated by her, there was no trace of hatred in her heart, and there was only admiration and respect in her eyes.
.......
Time continued to pass, and soon the competition was coming to an end.
Following a loud shout, there was no doubt that Holy Son Qingyun came out on top and won the championship with overwhelming strength!
After all, he has a powerful cultivation level of the fourth level of the Qi Sea Realm, and ordinary people are not his enemies at all!
"The level of this year's disciples has improved, not bad, not bad..." Qingyun stood on the high platform, looked at the two saints and the saint, and said "not bad" twice in a row, which proved his inner joy.
