"Ah?" Ye Qiao's topic jumped so quickly that Mingxuan couldn't keep up with her brain.
...To show it off? How to show it off?
Ye Qiao looked at Mingxuan's confused look, and she smiled mysteriously at him, "You'll know when the competition comes."
Mingxuan looked slightly startled. Looking at her confident look, he smiled helplessly for a while and said, "Okay."
"Then I'll take a nap first. We'll talk about it later."
He has been stuck at the peak of foundation building for so many years, and it is true that he will not be able to break through in a short time.
After comforting Mingxuan, Ye Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, returned to his residence, picked up the cauldron and began to prepare the elixirs that could be used in the competition.
Practice makes perfect. She has read so many books on Zanjuan. Although she is not a professional alchemist, she can at least be considered an amateur. She plans to practice some spiritual healing elixirs.
At first, Ye Qiao failed a few times because of his first attempt, but then he gradually became more proficient, and his spiritual consciousness controlled the spiritual plants and produced the number of pill seals.
The first time he condensed nine pill seals, Ye Qiao wanted to see if he could condense more this time.
She quickly made a pill seal in her hand, and the golden lines swirled around her. She changed her gestures again for a moment, and then the tenth pill seal jumped out tremblingly. It was much weaker than the first nine. Ye Qiao's spiritual consciousness passed
There was a moment of stinging pain, but she ignored it and calmly continued the movements in her hands. As time passed, the Danyin gradually solidified.
Ye Qiao let out a breath and opened the cauldron.
Ten strange-shaped elixirs lay quietly in the pot, and their color and appearance were as ugly as ever.
She didn't plan to sell it this time, but put it in bottles for emergencies.
After pretending, the result of excessive consumption of consciousness was that blood started to drip from Ye Qiao's nose again. She wiped it off and fell asleep in a daze.
…
The competition was just around the corner and all the five sects were busy training their direct disciples. It was rare that no one came to disturb them. Except for Zhou Xingyun, none of the four of them could escape the fate of going to class.
"I heard that the new disciple of the Yue Qing Sect has broken through the golden elixir." Duan Yu said calmly.
Qin Fanfan touched his beard and got the news at the same time. He was very emotional: "Yes. That girl is sixteen years old. Her talent is even better than other direct descendants."
I really don’t know where Yunhen got the luck to bring back such a highly qualified disciple from the mortal world.
Duan Yu narrowed his eyes and was noncommittal about this.
After being beaten continuously for more than a month, Elder Duan Yu finally let go of his two dearest disciples. He even gave a few of them a holiday the night before the competition, allowing them to play for a day and set off to participate tomorrow.
Go to Fusheng City to compete.
On a rare holiday, Ye Qiao went down the mountain without stopping and took back the pistol that he had asked his boss to make.
The shape is very special, and some special materials should be added inside. It is still different from modern pistols.
Mu Chongxi couldn't wait to try it, but because of his previous action of blowing up the sect leader, Ye Qiao didn't dare to let him play with it.
She explained to him, "This thing can store talismans, similar to a hidden weapon."
The Tang Sect's silver needles that fire continuously are somewhat similar to this. When the design was first given, the boss was always amazed at the ingenuity of this hidden weapon.
Ye Qiao demonstrated to him on the spot that the talisman stored inside was not only fast, but could also be fired several times in a row.
When the talisman cultivators throw the talisman, they have an opening that allows people to dodge, but the hidden weapon in Ye Qiao's hand fires several shots in succession, and even those with slow reactions have no time to dodge.
Mu Chongxi was silent for a moment and then spoke sincerely: "Being a sword cultivator really wrongs you."
It would be a pity not to be a tool repairer with this brain.
Ye Qiao shrugged, "This has nothing to do with me." It can only be said that he drew on the wisdom of his predecessors.
After testing the hidden weapon in his hand, Ye Qiao put it away and put it into a mustard bag. Several other senior brothers in the main peak hall gathered together not knowing what they were looking at.
Even the senior brother, who usually lives in seclusion, showed up.
"What are you doing?" Ye Qiao looked around naturally.
Xue Yu held a jade slip in his hand and shook it: "You guys came just in time."
"We're watching gossip."
Gossip? Whose?
Xue Yu handed the jade slip to her and told her to read it for herself.
Ye Qiao lowered his head and fiddled with the jade slips in his hand. The same thing as a mobile phone is that it can communicate and call. There is also a place similar to a modern forum. Click on it and you can see many messages from monks.
Pretty smart.
This kind of smart jade slip can only be bought by wealthy monks. Mu Chongxi just wanted to teach her how to use it because of her brother's kindness, but she found that Ye Qiao's fingertips flexibly opened it and checked it. She couldn't be more skillful.
Just kidding, after using her phone for so many years, if she didn’t know how to use this thing, she would go to Zisha.
There are various forum posts, but the most popular and discussed one is the speculation about the Five Great Competitions.
Post one:
[Place your bet, place your bet, who will win this year’s competition]
Post 2: [Oops, I have Ye Qinghan’s underwear from Asking the Sword Sect here. Does anyone want it? I’ll bid 100 high-grade spiritual stones]
Post 3: [I heard that Changming Sect and Yueqing Sect next door are facing each other?]
Various gossips emerged one after another, and Ye Qiao's pupils were shaking, "Are Ye Qinghan's underwear so valuable?"
Mingxuan touched his chin, "It seems so."
One hundred spiritual stones.
"How about..." Ye Qiao said with itchy hands: "We beat him up during the competition, strip him naked, and sell all his clothes and underwear on the forum?"
Xue Yu couldn't figure it out: "But why do we need Ye Qinghan's underwear?"
They shouldn’t be short of this money, right?ωωw..net
Ye Qiao: "You don't understand, don't you understand? Not only can underwear be hung up and sold, but during the competition, if we take out Ye Qinghan's underwear, we can cause mental pollution to Ye Qinghan and his enemies."
Kill three birds with one stone.
"..."
Mu Chongxi silently gave her a thumbs up.
Jue. Junior sister, how dare you think about it.
He couldn't even survive ten moves in Ye Qinghan's hands, and she wanted to take off his underwear and hang it up on the forum for auction.
Zhou Xingyun originally did not intend to participate in the conversation between them, but even so he was choked by Ye Qiao's outrageous remarks.
He lowered his eyes and couldn't help laughing.
I finally understand why Mu Chongxi tried so hard to let someone with average qualifications like Ye Qiao become his direct successor, because only this kind of personality can get along well with his junior brother and the others.
The five people gathered together, and the atmosphere was extremely peaceful. Tomorrow, the group will set off to Fusheng City to meet with the other four sects. No one was sleepy except Ye Qiao. Ye Qiao yawned and simply lay down on the table to take a nap.
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Mingxuan didn't sleep all night. When he saw her waking up with dark circles under her eyes, he stuffed a set of red religious uniforms into her arms.
"Come on, junior sister, let's change together quickly, otherwise it will be too late to set off later."
"What to change?" She was a little confused.
"Zongfu." Mingxuan rarely spoke more. "During the competition, the entire cultivation world is watching us. We must get a Zongfu."
As soon as Ye Qiao opened her eyes, she saw three senior brothers surrounding her enthusiastically. She leaned back tactically and asked sincerely:
"Is this why you're dressed like a crayfish?"
"This is called handsome." Mu Chongxi happily pulled Ye Qiao, "Believe me, compared to the unlucky colors of other sects, our sect uniforms can definitely stand out and dazzle them."
This time Ye Qiao did not deny it.
The red color is eye-catching, and it can definitely stand out among a group of plain-colored religious uniforms.
"Senior brother, do you want to change?" She held her clothes and looked at Zhou Xingyun, the only one among the five who had not changed into his sect uniform.
"Elder brother?" Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhou Xingyun who was sleeping with some hesitation.
I want to ask who among them dares to let Zhou Xingyun change with them.
Zhou Xingyun was usually sad and indifferent, which made many disciples take a detour when they saw him. Even a good-tempered person like Xue Yu didn't dare to come forward.
"Put it on, put it on." Ye Qiao has no awe of Zhou Xingyun. She dares to cheat even Ye Qinghan head-on.
She immediately waved her hand and said, "Elder brother, come wear it with us."
Zhou Xingyun was stopped there by Ye Qiao. Faced with the junior sister's eagerness to try, he quietly refused: "No."
"Elder brother~" Mu Chongxi came over and said, "Please satisfy us."
Mingxuan also nodded: "It's just you."
The four of them looked pitiful and neat. Zhou Xingyun looked complicated. He had no choice but to take his clothes and change.
Most people can't resist such a flamboyant color like red, but Chang Mingzong's appearance is quite good. Standing there with the five of them is a beautiful scenery.
Zhou Xingyun lowered his head and pulled at it, and faintly spit out two words: "It's ugly."
There was a pattern on the Zongfu that was not aligned, which made Zhou Xingyun, a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, want to draw his sword and chop off the clothes.
Mu Chongxi immediately said: "It doesn't matter, no matter how ugly the clan uniform is, it can't cover up the handsomeness of senior brother."
Ye Qiao: "Add one."
Xue Yu: "Same as above."
Mingxuan: "1."
"..." Zhou Xingyun was almost amused by the neat words of his junior brothers and sisters.
Fusheng City is the territory at the feet of the Wenjian Sect. The unwritten rules of the competition in the world of cultivation are who is first and whose trump card is used for the meeting. The one who won the first place a hundred years ago was the Wenjian Sect.
Not only the personal descendants, but also Duan Yu, Elder Zhao, and Qin Fanfan also accompanied them.
The five people were called to the back mountain early in the morning, and many disciples came to watch and join in the fun, all wanting to see the elegance of their disciples.
A group of disciples were chattering among themselves and discussing who was more handsome. Ye Qiao also saw an acquaintance among them.
It was Du Chun whom she met on her first day of joining the sect.
When he saw Ye Qiao looking over, he immediately waved to her enthusiastically, "Ye Qiao, long time no see."
Ye Qiao yawned and tried to make herself look energetic. She replied: "Long time no see."
"How does it feel to be a direct descendant?" He rubbed his hands and asked, "Does it feel good?"
Ye Qiao looked calm: "It's not bad. If you want to talk about it, it's better to be an outsider."
She thought so sincerely, at least no one outside the door would watch her training all the time.
But now he is either being beaten or on the way to being beaten.
Other outer and inner disciples: "..." This is Versailles, right? It must be in Versailles!