"Junior Brother Ninth, you should be low-key and know when to stop."
Meng Tianjiao pretended to teach him a lesson: "We are the masters, and they are the guests."
"We are guests, so we should host a banquet to entertain them. At least we should serve them a pot of good tea and show our loyalty as a landlord."
"How can you just make them angry?"
"Is this ridiculous?"
Raising his voice fiercely, Meng Tianjiao straightened his face and apologized, clasping his fists and saying to the crowd watching: "Everyone, I'm sorry."
"My ninth junior brother is naturally upright and won't tell lies."
"Haihan, Haihan, don't be like him."
The two junior brothers sang in harmony, just like they were acting.
Everyone deliberately refuted and wanted to destroy the majesty of Wuchen Immortal Realm.
However, in the shadow of the light curtain suspended in mid-air, the ninth round of the arena competition officially began.
Suning drew the No. 1 lottery, and their opponent was Lei Zhan.
Nie Changyong from Hanwangxianjie got the vacant lottery and advanced directly to the finals.
For a moment, everyone's minds were attracted by the image of the shadow cast by the light screen.
In Suning vs. Lei Zhan, will there be variables that most people want to see?
"Senior Brother Lei will win."
I don’t know who took the lead in cheering. After a long roar, thousands of people came together to support.
On the contrary, the forces supporting Suning are much smaller.
It's a full attack, but only a few hundred people.
There is Mo Chen who screams with a blushing face and a thick neck, and Meng Tianjiao who smiles and says nothing.
A group of inner and outer disciples from Wuchen Immortal Realm, and allied disciples from Huang Realm and Shuiyun Immortal Realm.
The crowd's voice was loud and spread far and wide.
...
At the same time, the small world of China.
The nine peaks of Kunlun are like chickens and dogs, and the catastrophe bell rings nine times, shaking the sky.
Nearly 10,000 Kunlun disciples formed hundreds of patrol teams, running around the Nine Peaks Stairs with anxious expressions.
"Quick, follow the order of the great elder and search a thousand miles as fast as possible."
"Find someone at all costs, even if you dig three feet into the ground, even if you stir up the Six Meridians dispute again, we must find Su Zhiyuan, the daughter of the headmaster."
"Remember, don't miss any inconspicuous corner."
"Whoever dares to be careless or lazy will be shot to death on the spot."
"Whoosh."
The figures dispersed one after another, in an orderly manner, in all directions.
In the main hall of the main peak, Ji Xuanqing was anxious and his steps were hesitant.
He had never made a move against Ji Qinghe and Pei Chuan, and he slapped them twice for the first time today.
Ji Qinghe was so beaten that blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he knelt on the ground crying bitterly.
Pei Chuan's cheeks were red and swollen from the beating, and he lay on the ground crying.
"Father, you believe in me, believe in me and Pei Chuan."
"We really only took Zhiyuan to the back mountain, and we didn't go anywhere else."
"My daughter didn't lie, and she doesn't dare to lie in front of you."
Ji Qinghe sobbed and said intermittently: "There are hundreds of inner disciples guarding the entrance to the back mountain. Because of this, Zhiyuan said she was hungry, so I left her alone to go to the kitchen to get pastries."
Ji Xuanqing said angrily: "You go to the kitchen to get pastries. Where is Pei Chuan? Where is he?"
The lost Young Master Pei looked dull and said: "I, I received a temporary notice from the master, asking me to go to the Law Enforcement Hall."
"It is said that several inner disciples enriched their own pockets and colluded with the house master to purchase the master's medicinal materials."
Ji Qinghe hurriedly agreed: "Yes, your uncle can vouch for us."
Du Qirui, who was leaning on a cane, said sarcastically: "It is true."
Ji Xuanqing stumbled backwards, leaning against the incense table dedicated to the Kunlun Patriarchs of all dynasties. His eyes turned red and he said, "The spirit girl is missing and we can't contact Suning."
"It's been more than half a year, no news, not a single clue."
"Zhiyuan, now you two idiots have actually lost Zhiyuan."
"When Suning comes back, when Junior Brother Xinglan comes back, what do you want me to explain?"
"How can I, Ji Xuanqing, show up to see them?"
"boom."
His legs were weak and he fell to his knees.
He looked pale, closed his eyes sadly and said, "If you can't find Zhiyuan, you..."
