After teasing people enough, Shang Xun threw her a storage bag, lay his upper body back on the couch, and said lazily: "Since it is your thing, it should be given to you."
Tong Yan hugged the storage bag with joy, thinking about using what was needed and buying what was not needed. It was simply not a good idea.
"Thank you, master!"
Shang Xun snorted, paused and said, "Although you won easily today, the competition is only halfway through, and the final is what you should be thinking about."
Tong Yan: "Yes, I understand."
"The master of our sect will be watching the finals. If your performance is poor, my teacher may not be able to help you."
"…Sect Master?!" Tong Yan was a little surprised, and suddenly became a little nervous thinking about the finals.
The first time I met the sect master, I didn't have a good impression. He sat on it domineeringly, looking at himself as if he were looking at an object, without any warmth.
Shang Xun knew that his father was not very satisfied with the apprentice he had accepted, so he reminded Tong Yan specifically.
"Master, let me ask you a question." Tong Yan straightened his legs, leaned over and whispered, "Master, does he have a good temper?"
Shang Xun thought about it carefully, "Of course he has nothing to say to me, but to other people, I have never seen him smile a few times."
Shang Huihe had cultivated to the state of becoming a god in just over a thousand years. In addition to his high talent, he also spent a lot of time and thought. Apart from paying lip service to this unexpected son, few external things could attract his attention.
Even his disciple Rong Yaoling, after he took him in, rarely taught him personally. He was either in retreat or on the road to retreat every day, obsessed with one day being able to ascend to the upper realm and pursue a higher realm.
If he didn't have one or two friends and a son, he would be a training machine with no love.
Tong Yan felt inexplicably that he was going to die.
Tong Yan came to the promotion competition early to gain experience. A melee is no better than fighting alone. Not only should he be careful about being attacked by others, but also be careful about being attacked by multiple people. He should also be careful about killing the extra disciples within the specified time.
tower.
It is necessary to be vigilant at all times and multi-tasking.
Although Yang Qi's strength was a little mediocre, his communication skills were not bad. There were about ten disciples on the stage who signed up for a group. He cleverly got into the group with good strength and was not knocked off the stage in the initial melee.
In the end, there were four people left on the stage. Yang Qi had the lowest cultivation level among them, so he was naturally the first to land. This shows the importance of his own strength.
There were many more qi-training disciples than those in the foundation-building stage, and naturally there were several more groups. The competition lasted until dark.
At the end of the foundation building period, less than 150 people entered the promotion competition. Except for those who were very lucky, they basically had extraordinary strength, and their skills and equipment were much better than ordinary people.
So in the light of a bunch of gorgeous magic weapons, Huo Qizhi, who was dressed in ordinary clothes and only relied on an expensive-looking brush and a few recyclable talismans to enter the promotion round, felt a little shabby no matter how he looked at it.
But like Mr. Yu, he has his own beauty filter, and when he stops there calmly, he will make people feel that he is extraordinary and outstanding.
He was the only one to participate in the foundation building competition as a foreign disciple, and he also made it to the promotion round.
Familiar operations, agile body movements, special magical weapons, and unique outer sect status, all combined together, it is difficult not to attract the attention of others.
Although it was only a promotion match, there were not a few Jindan masters present to watch the match, including two Nascent Soul elders.
One of them was Yu Jiaojiao. When Huo Qi came on stage, she followed him with sharp eyes.
"This person is perfect to be my apprentice." She smiled sweetly, touching her delicate red lips with her fingers, she was so beautiful.
Lord Yan Jue Zhen next to her glanced at her with disgust, frowning and looking at the scene with a serious expression.
Yu Jiaojiao seemed not to notice, and continued to use her skills to make herself more charming. She grabbed Yan Jue Zhenjun provocatively and asked: "Yan Zhenjun, are you right what I said?"
Yan Jue was fed up in his heart, but because Shang Xun was present and could not use force, he said in a sharp voice: "Yu Zhenjun, as an elder of the sect, how unbecoming are you to make fun of yourself in front of all the disciples in broad daylight!"
Yu Jiaojiao smiled sweetly, and asked Shang Xun above, "Young Sect Leader, I am just practicing diligently, how come Elder Yan misunderstood me like this?"
Shang Xun didn't even look at her, and said a word with no expression on his face.
"If you make any more noise, go back to Chunhua Peak immediately."
The expression on Yu Jiaojiao's face froze, and then she said angrily: "Everyone, how can they not understand the style?"
After finishing speaking, he calmly settled down before Shang Xun came over.
The limited time for the promotion competition is one stick of incense. After one stick of incense, one or two people who are still on the stage will win. I don’t know whether it is Huo Qizhi’s luck or Tong Yan’s luck. The two of them happened to be assigned to the same prize.
in the group.
Tong Yan stood on the other side of the stage and looked at him. After a moment, the two of them raised their lips and smiled with great understanding, reaching a consensus on cooperation.
However, the two of them reached a consensus, and others also reached a consensus, and they united their efforts to kill the two incompatible people, and then decide the outcome.
The people who stood on Tong Yan's side all attacked in unison, using magical weapons, talismans, and spells, and Huo Qizhi's situation was completely replicated.
She retreated in the direction of Huo Qizhi, dodging most of the attacks, and summoned the Xuandu Umbrella to block the remaining few and those who followed.
The seemingly real and fake pink petals fall as the umbrella opens. The girl holding the umbrella wears pink makeup and is as gorgeous as a peach and plum. Her eyes are looking forward, and the stars are twinkling, which inadvertently touches the heartstrings.
After being surrounded, Huo Qizhi also moved closer to her. After dodging the attack, he turned his head and saw the delicate and bright face behind the empty peach blossoms.
The scene in his eyes seemed to slow down, and he could clearly see the slightly rounded cheeks were rosy, like the pink falling next to them.
The thin eyelashes were curved, rising and falling as the owner blinked, and the light brown eyes were bright and clear, reflecting the scene in front of her. Her lips slowly opened, her soft lips flicked slightly, and her pupils suddenly fainted.
He shrank and frowned slightly, as if he was nervous about something.
Then, his body was suddenly forcibly moved, the screen returned to normal, and the girl's voice came forcefully into his ears.
"What are you doing, fighting, brother, you suddenly lost your focus?!" Tong Yan cursed, let go of his clothes that were wrinkled by changing positions for him, pulled out the Long Yue Sword, and faced the besiegers with a serious face.
Suddenly a female disciple shouted from the audience: "Master Tong! I like the umbrella in your hand. I dare to ask Master where you bought your umbrella!"
Following this loud roar, the other female disciples excitedly said, "Uncle Master, tell me too, I want one too!"
Tong Yan's face was confused, and he was wondering whether he should tell them that this umbrella was very expensive.
Before she could finish thinking, someone shouted again: "Uncle, you are mighty! I want to become my disciple, uncle, and I want to learn swordsmanship instead!"
Who wouldn't want Tong Yan's cool figure when he calmly dodged the attacks of several people?
The moment she opened the umbrella, she attracted the attention of almost all the disciples present. What was stunning was not only the uniqueness of the umbrella, but also the coolness and heroic spirit of her swordsmanship. Combined with the girl's face as beautiful as Qiuyue, her temperament was unique and unmatched.
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They cannot have the unique beauty and temperament of their uncle, so it is not difficult to have the same umbrella.
However, the following facts told them that the same umbrella is also difficult to use.
But this did not hinder the determination of the female disciples to pursue beauty and idols. Within a month, pirated Xuandu Umbrellas could be seen everywhere in the sect.
This set off a craze for using various umbrellas as utensils, and even male disciples were not immune to the fate of being planted.