Fang Qingle looked gloomy: "None of the various families and sects in the mystic arts world have heard of a person named Yu. If it weren't for some opportunities and just relying on her own exploration, she would never be able to reach this level."
Mo Qi rubbed her hands and wrists and analyzed calmly:
"It is rumored that the second young lady of the Yu family lacks self-cultivation and is weak and can be bullied. Either this person is scheming and hides her strength, or the Yu family themselves have hidden such a trump card."
Fang Qingping was stunned for a while, and then he remembered which Yu family it was:
"Yu Family Yuzhangshan? But hasn't this family ever been involved in the mystical world? Is it possible that they are also planning to take action??"
Although there are many wealthy families, looking at the world of mysticism, only a few with Taoist inheritance have established a firm foothold in the world of mysticism. The rest will find it difficult to make breakthroughs even if they have money and strength.
Unless there is a talented young person in the clan, there is a glimmer of hope.
If Yu Lin is a talent specially cultivated by the Yu family, then it is indeed possible that he will make a splash at tomorrow's conference and thereby prove his identity as a Yu family.
Fang Qingle sneered: "No wonder she doesn't want to compete with us tomorrow. After all, tomorrow's competition is the only chance for the Yu family to take the lead."
Fang Qingping also thought about it with his brother: "This Yu Lin is still pretending to be aloof, saying that he is afraid of being famous... He just doesn't like us because he co-authored it, no matter."
Unlike the two brothers, Mo Qi frowned slightly worriedly, and after careful consideration, she did not speak for the time being.
She always felt that this Miss Yu didn't look like someone who would compete for the Yu family.
…
On the other side, Yu Lin, who had returned to the room, had no idea what outrageous plot the two Fang brothers had come up with.
She lay on the bed and stretched out comfortably, then took out her mobile phone to edit a message. She selected Shen Xuan as the recipient, clicked send, and it was all done in one go.
After doing all this, Master Yu looked at the time that had passed midnight, sighed, and took the time to fall asleep.
*
Early the next morning, all participants gathered around the martial arts arena.
Breakfast was delivered to the door of each room and was very rich. However, as expected, every breakfast had extra Fengling Powder.
After staying up late and getting up early, the sleep-deprived Master Yu yawned lazily, looking out of place among the excited attendees.
"Hey, Taoist priests, I have borrowed it. Please let me come over. Thank you all!"
Suddenly, a young man wearing fashionable clothes squeezed in from the outside of the crowd.
He held up the selfie stick and looked at the phone interface and wondered: "Who are you talking about? Who is Yu Lin? Isn't I already here? Why didn't I see you and turned around?"
The man turned his head, and the camera on his cell phone happened to be right in front of Yu Lin's face.
[I rely on Sister Lin!!!]
[I miss you so much after not seeing each other for a day! Mom, look, I found Sister Lin in someone else’s live broadcast room!]
[Shit, I rushed here from Weibo, thanks to the host!]
[Holy shit, look who I saw?!]
[I saw Sister Lin at the grand gathering held by Taoist priests every five years...Help, should I be happy or sad]
Almost everyone wore Taoist robes of different styles, or like Yu Lin, wore a more simple and elegant dress with traditional elements.
The man in front of him has seven or eight colors in his coat alone. From a distance, he looks like a butterfly, which is not too obvious among a group of gray clothes.