The competition was in full swing. Xing'er quietly landed at the mountain gate not too close to the arena, and then trotted quickly from the mountain gate to the sword field. This little girl's embarrassed appearance and aging appearance certainly attracted a lot of attention.
The disciples' sideways glances.
Even among the hundreds of disciples in the small inner sect sword field, when Xing'er came to the other side of the sword platform, they all looked over for an instant, and most of them showed expressions of disgust. Only a few disciples still brought
I feel sympathy, but this kind of sympathy is indeed a bit eye-catching.
This is actually not surprising. When hundreds of disciples are all teenagers, only Xing'er, a girl, looks very much like an old lady in her seventies or eighties. This gap in appearance will naturally lead to differential treatment. It is good to stand out from the crowd, but this child has a bad temper.
A little humble, but not the least bit strong.
"Stand up your chest. From now on, you are no longer just Ding Ruoxing. You are also Dao Zun's disciple. You represent not only yourself, but also your master and me." I couldn't help but encourage.
Ding Ruoxing, who hesitantly appeared at the end of the stairs, listened to my words. It turned out that her rickety back straightened up as much as possible, and the large outline visible to her eyes gradually shrank. This was the perspective from which Xing'er's eyebrows showed spirit. It can be seen that she also had some emotions at this time.
Become conscious.
"Master, Xing'er is your disciple, and I won't let you down! Even if I die, I won't embarrass you!" Xing'er's belief finally became much firmer.
"Well, let's see if the three people who harmed you are still among them?" I said, it is still necessary to identify the enemy.
"Here! Senior Sister Tang Qi, Senior Sister Hai Ziyu, and Senior Sister Yang Pingping, they are all there! Master, what should I do?" Xing'er has no experience in this kind of struggle, and she also knows that she cannot kill directly now.
Flying all the way here, Xing'er's clothes still have a lot of blood stains, but the blood color has turned brown and looks dirty. But even so, experienced immortals can still tell that these are blood stains.
But the young people didn't understand. For a while, everyone suddenly started to despise and talk about it.
"You know clearly about the Little Sword Club, but you disappeared for a whole day and a night, and you still got yourself dirty. It really embarrasses our 78th Sword Field."
"Haha, Mrs. Ding has always been like this, so there's no need to be surprised."
"Isn't that right? As an old man, sometimes it's difficult for us young people to pay attention to external beauty."
"You look like a beggar with a low-level interface. It really embarrasses our Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect's face!"
"Okay, if it weren't for the connections, she wouldn't be able to get in. Just do whatever you want. Even the elders at the sword field can't do anything to her."
A group of disciples were talking about it, mostly because they had opinions about her. The weak were easily bullied, and it was the same wherever they went. As for those who were silent, it could only be said that they were too lazy to dislike her. If they were touched,
The interests of Xing'er will probably not be good to Xing'er.
When the three girls Tang Qi, Hai Ziyu, and Yang Pingping saw Xing'er actually getting out of trouble and standing in front of them, they all looked at each other with horror. However, Tang Qi, the oldest among them, immediately heard the news.
Xing'er here: "You are lucky. We thought you were dead and just escaped. But if you dare to tell lies, don't blame us for not reminding you. No one here believes your lies!
"
Xing'er's eyes were fixed, and he was obviously a little angry. I smiled and said, "It seems that it is indeed what they said. I wonder if there are any elders here who are kind to you?"
"Master...Senior Sister Xu is very good to me, but she has moved to other places and only comes back to see me occasionally..." Xing'er said pitifully.
"Then ignore them for the time being and let's do whatever we need to do." I said with a smile. Xing'er won't be able to take advantage of words here, so there is no need to argue about them.
Seemingly seeing the disciples talking about each other, which almost interrupted the concentration of the disciples on the sword field, a handsome middle-aged man stood up and said in a cold voice: "Ding Ruoxing, why are you still standing there!? If you don't want to compete, leave.
Our sword field is it! Do you want everyone to wait for you?"
"Oh..." Ding Ruoxing shouted to the middle-aged man, and immediately returned to her timid appearance, walking towards the sword field. A group of disciples either laughed at or looked at her coldly, but no one spoke for her. This made me
He couldn't help but look gloomy.
This was not just as simple as a few people inflicting violence on her, but most of the people in the entire sword field treated her with different violence, directly or indirectly. If she now said that someone bullied her, or something happened to her, it would probably be the same.
Don't argue with anyone.
It is difficult to have a filial son after a long illness. Fortunately, Ding Ruoxing has been here for many years. From the beginning, everyone took a little care of her, but it gradually turned into dislike of her, and suddenly extended to the point of bullying her. This is a very typical evolution, and also
As a result, whatever Ding Ruoxing says now may be wrong.
In this case, it’s better to subvert other people’s ideas!
"Ding Ruoxing, do you know how many games you have missed? As a student under me, you are so unruly? You know you can't compare with other disciples, so you can avoid fighting? Even if you want not to fight, I will still
I'm afraid that other sword fields will say that I treat you differently!" A beautiful female fairy who was about twenty-eight years old also scolded her with a frown.
Xing'er could only lower her head. Even though she had sworn to me before, she did not dare to overstep her elder's rebuke, not to mention that she was indeed late.
"Haha, Junior Sister Wang, there is no need to scold her. Anyway, if she comes to compete, it is the end of the matter. If you don't want to get angry with her, just let her compete freely. If she loses, just let her go. Anyway
She won't be able to bother you much longer." Another middle-aged male fairy said with a sneer.
"Hmph, that's all, let her go out of the way!" The swordsman surnamed Wang looked disgusted, then looked at the hundreds of disciples around him and asked: "Who else has not played enough times to qualify, can you challenge her?
Let’s go to the field, but be sure to use some strength to avoid making any mistakes, and it will be said that our sword field does not give preferential treatment to weak disciples!”
"I'll come! I want to compete with Mrs. Ding!"
"Uncle Master! Let me go! I still have one game left to qualify!"
"Of course I went!"
As soon as the swordsman surnamed Wang finished speaking, a group of disciples immediately raised their hands and eagerly wanted to compete with Ding Ruoxing. Everyone felt that she was still the frail old lady she used to be.
Ding Ruoxing lowered his head and glanced at Tang Qi, Hai Ziyu, and Yang Pingping. Of course, these three girls glared at her fiercely, but they no longer felt guilty as before. It seemed that the three of them had already discussed a vicious countermeasure.
Next, as expected, Yang Pingping immediately walked up to the swordsman surnamed Wang, grinned, and said: "Teacher Wang, I am in the same class as Junior Sister Ding. If you are willing to compete with her, you will not disgrace the teacher's life."