"It's just a pity that the Saint didn't take action today. Otherwise, there's no telling who will win the battle between her and the Son." An elder looked at Qimeng in the field and shook his head secretly, feeling extremely sorry for her.
In today's great competition, in the decisive battle, the Son and the Saint should have competed.
But during the decisive battle, Saint Qimeng suddenly walked off the stage, causing an uproar in the arena.
Stepping off the stage means admitting defeat. The Saint vs. the Son, I thought it would be an extremely exciting showdown, but I didn't expect the Saint to admit defeat?
This operation not only confused the disciples, but also the elders.
Could it be that the saint is afraid of the saint?
"This girl Qimeng..." Qingyun burst into laughter watching such a scene. Of course, he would not think like ordinary people that the saint gave up because she was afraid of the saint.
Qimeng actually has another identity, that is, he is Qingyun's biological daughter!
As a father, of course he understood what Qimeng meant by doing this. This girl just didn't want to be in the limelight.
Qimeng has always been indifferent to fame and wealth, and is not very interested in these things. Qingyun Qingyun can give it to him if he wants.
She firmly believes that what makes a monk powerful is himself, not these illusory things. Even if you are the center of attention, but your strength is shallow, what is the difference between you and a layman?
"This little girl is a bit interesting..." The corner of Yan Bei's mouth curled up.
Yan Bei, who was watching the battle from afar in Qiulong Mountain, saw such a scene and couldn't help but look at Qimeng.
Now that the competition has come to an end, Yan Bei has lost interest and is about to close his spatial eye and continue sleeping.
As for the idea of winning the championship on his own, the idea never entered Yan Bei's mind. He firmly believed that holding on tight was the best way to go!
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Yan Bei, who was originally uninterested, sat up straight, his eyes burst out with a bright light, and he looked at the competition with a look of surprise.
Just when the elder was preparing to crown Holy Son Qingyun.
"etc!"
A sudden sound sounded, and a young man in black jumped directly onto the ring.
This turn of events shocked everyone, and they started talking about who the young man in black was.
"Who are you? Get out of here!"
Qingyun Shengzi frowned when he saw the man in black in front of him, interrupting him at such a critical moment, just like when he was suddenly interrupted at that time, anyone else would have an angry look on his face.
Qingyun and other elders sighed inwardly when they saw the appearance of their Holy Son. Although the Holy Son had good talents, his character was always too bad. It was not a wise move to actively unleash hostility without even asking who the other party was.
"Oh, the Holy Son is so angry." The young man in black had an evil smile on his lips.
"Junior, Qibao Sect Lingfeng has met all the seniors!" He did not look at Holy Son Qingyun anymore, but bowed to the sect leader and many elders present.
Qibao Sect, Ling Feng!
"Why is it him? Why is he here?" The disciples in the field suddenly became restless.
The Qibao Sect is also a sect force in the Eastern Region. Its status is not much different from that of the Qingyun Sect, but it is a competitive relationship.
And this Ling Feng is also extremely famous. He is a genius disciple who is said to be a rare genius in the Seven Treasures Sect!
Now at this delicate moment, Ling Feng from the Qibao Sect actually appears in the Qingyun Sect?
The other party’s intentions are probably quite serious!
Qingyun Shengzi had a gloomy face at the moment, and looked at Ling Feng with a very unkind look. He could see that this person was obviously here to disrupt the situation.
"Oh? Since you are a young friend of Qibao Sect, why do you come to our Qingyun Sect this time?" Qingyun is so wise, he can see this person's intention at a glance, and he is also a little unhappy in his heart, but he can't express it.
"I heard that the Qingyun Sect held a grand meeting today, so I planned to come to your sect to visit your sect after I was bored with my cultivation. I came here uninvited, and I hope that all the seniors will forgive me!" Ling Feng showed a faint smile on his lips, neither humble nor arrogant, even though he faced many powerful people.
However, he didn't have any fear in his heart.
"It's easy to say, since this little friend is here, we should treat him like a distinguished guest. Seventh Elder, please treat little friend Lingfeng well." Qingyun smiled and nodded, and then said to the seventh elder.
By asking the elder to entertain him personally, Qingyun could be said to have given Lingfeng enough face.
Feng Han was stunned at first, but then he immediately reacted.
"Little friend Ling Feng, you have been tired of traveling all the way. Please follow me into the inner hall to rest for a while." The seventh elder said to Ling Feng, with a gentle look on his face, but he could not tell the slightest fluctuation in his heart.
After hearing these words, Ling Feng secretly cursed the old fox several times!
Qingyun was extremely tactful in his dealings, and even Ling Feng almost fell into his trap.
Fortunately, he knew very well what he was here to do.
"The elder's kindness is appreciated by this junior. Just now, this junior was watching the battle in the audience. Seeing the talented disciples of your sect emerging in large numbers, I was so excited that I wanted to come up and compete with many senior brothers and sisters."
At this moment, Ling Feng stopped pretending and went directly to the topic, otherwise he knew that he would not be able to play the word game with Qingyun, the old fox.
After hearing what Ling Feng said, the faces of many elders present and even Qingyun suddenly darkened.
"This is the competition between the disciples of my Qingyun Sect. If you want to compare, you might as well change the time." Feng Han and the sect master looked at each other, and then said to Ling Feng in a friendly manner.
"Another time? At this moment, everyone is watching and the arena is high. In my opinion, this is the best time! Qingyun Sect disciples, who dares to fight me?" Ling Feng shook his head slowly, and his gentle temperament suddenly turned into arrogance.
Incomparable.
His eyes looked around everyone present, and finally settled on Holy Son Qingyun with a hint of contempt and full of provocation.
Many elders who were present with gloomy expressions suddenly changed their expressions after hearing his words.
This Ling Feng is determined to have a hard time with the Qingyun Sect.
"Presumptuous!" Feng Han's face darkened at this moment. This Ling Feng did not know what was right and went against his will. How could outsiders interfere in the sect's competition?
boom!
There was a sound of wind and thunder, and the terrifying power of the Thunder Tribulation Realm suddenly fell from the sky, oppressing everyone present and making it difficult to breathe.
What a terrifying pressure, worthy of a strong man in the Thunder Tribulation Realm!
Except for Qingyun, everyone present stared at Feng Han with shocked expressions. The usually amiable seventh elder did not expect to have such a strong side.
Even Yan Bei, who was on Qilong Mountain, was surprised when he saw his cheap master who had never been masked before.
"Why, the elder wants to take action against the junior?" Ling Feng felt the pressure of the Thunder Tribulation Realm. He was secretly frightened in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm. He was confident that the other party would not dare to take action against him.
"Seventh Elder, please step back."
At this time, a majestic voice sounded, and Qingyun appeared on the ring.
When Ling Feng saw the person coming, his heart trembled. Qingyun was different from Feng Han. He was a master of the seventh heaven of the Thunder Tribulation Realm, and his cultivation level was a little higher than that of the master of the Seven Treasures Sect!
