Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

Wei Canglan doesn't have the ability to foretell, he will never know that the situation in the attic is already turbulent.

At this moment, he listened to the suggestion of Fan Qingmeng, the young patriarch of the Jade Phoenix Sect, and stood facing the wind on the high platform at the top of the martial arts arena.

The view here is the widest, and the atmosphere is more relaxed than that in the attic.

There is no need to face any suzerain, he just needs to watch the performance of the disciples in the martial arts arena lightly.

There is a beautiful woman by your side, and you can drink a sip of good wine leisurely and contentedly, with the breeze blowing, how comfortable it is.

Don't get comfortable with those old guys.

Today, Zhuge Linglong did not follow.

Wei Canglan guessed that the eldest lady might be sleeping late.

Fan Qingmeng beside him stood upright, still wearing a red dress, but the style was different from the previous one, the skirt was much shorter, revealing the red boots on his feet.

She looked at Wei Canglan standing against the wind with a wine gourd in his hand, and the wind made the hem of his clothes flutter, she couldn't help but look soft.

How good it is to get along like this, no third person comes to disturb the chaos, chirping.

Shouldn't that be the case among monks?
Say what you want to say, and stand there calmly when you don't say it, maintaining a mysterious temperament.

It can be said that Wei Canglan met all the requirements in her heart for a Taoist companion.

She wanted to express her feelings directly.

But afraid of being rejected.

Fan Qingmeng is also a proud woman.

Ever since she climbed Fengqi Mountain and entered the Jade Phoenix Sect, she has always been at the forefront. Relying on her talent and hard work, she even became the Young Sect Master at a young age.

But even so, she still felt that in front of Wei Canglan, all the halos she was proud of seemed so dim and not worth mentioning.

Seeing that Wei Canglan remained silent, Fan Qingmeng took the initiative to open the chatterbox and asked curiously:

"Senior Canglan, who do you think will win the martial arts competition this time?"

what?
you ask me?
How do I know.

I don't understand.

Of course, if you want me to answer...

Wei Canglan smiled and gave a universal answer:

"The disciples participating in this conference are naturally talented, and it is really difficult for me to judge for a while."

"But I have to say..."

"Then this seat will naturally think that they are my two disciples, Chen Yu and Tang Canxi."

Fan Qingmeng was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled knowingly.

Yes.

This is in line with his character.

As a proud person like him, he would naturally think that his disciple is the leader of the conference.

Just, as he said.

The young disciples who participated in the conference were all like crouching tigers, hidden dragons.

Not to mention the second- and third-rate Xiaozong.

There are as many as eight or nine young disciples of Zhengyangzong participating in the competition.

And all of them started from the formation of pills.

However, I haven't heard much about Chen Yu and Tang Canxi's cultivation, what are the specifics.

hum-

Suddenly, there was a wave of spiritual energy in the martial arts arena below.

An old man with not low strength stepped onto the high platform, mobilized his spiritual energy, and loudly announced the official start of the martial arts competition.

The disciples who participated in the first round of the competition also officially appeared on the stage.

Wei Canglan saw the order of Yu'er and Canxi last night, and they got to the third round by lottery.

In other words, he still has time to wait and see here.

Before the start, he was going to the waiting area to cheer up the disciples.

Fan Qingmeng also stopped talking, and was ready to watch the competition in the audience seriously.

Her red skirt fluttered slightly, she glanced at Wei Canglan who was looking seriously, and then moved slightly to stand closer to the master.

From the corner of Wei Canglan's eyes, he naturally saw this beauty's small movements, but he didn't say anything.

The order in which the disciples appeared on stage was decided by lottery.

The host of the conference would not intentionally arrange the disciples with lower strength in the first round.

Who competes with whom is completely random.

If it is said that the disciples in the foundation building stage were drawn to be the opponent of the alchemy, it would only be bad luck.

The participating disciples will not have any complaints about this.

If you are afraid that your opponent is stronger than you, then you don't have to participate.

Although such a lottery method is unfair, it also increases the uncertainty of the competition.

It can better experience the mood of the disciples.

After all, in the practice life, not all the opponents you encounter are equal to your own strength.

The test begins.

Wei Canglan's eyes scanned the arenas one by one, and found that the monks' fights were still very interesting.

For example, if someone focuses on the cultivation of Taoism, they will keep making formulas during the competition, and all kinds of gorgeous ice and fire will stir up in the arena.

There are also disciples similar to Canxi, who are immersed in martial arts, specializing in white fighting, and their unpretentious offensive moves are deadly.

Once a cultivator is not physically trained, he will basically have to rest when he encounters this kind of close-to-hand fighter.

The cultivators who focus on Taoism are most afraid of close-fitting warriors.

But there are also some monks with a special cultivation system, who can ask the gods to send spirits, and rely on spiritual energy to summon some deceased seniors of the sect to help them fight against the enemy.

Of course, the monks of this system are relatively buggy.

It is said that the top god-inviting monks can really invite gods.

Of course, it was not the presence of the gods in person, but to respond to his piety, sending down a trace of aura, which instantly increased the monk's strength by dozens of times, and beat the opponent.

The battle began to heat up.

There were bursts of noise in the martial arts arena.

boom!
boom!
Boom!
Sword light, sword shadow, flash and stone fire, so lively.

Wei Canglan stood on the high platform and watched, regretting that he didn't bring melon seeds, not even iced Coke.

The wonderful fights below are no different from a wonderful giant-screen movie.

Or a variety of stereo surround sound, realistic visual effects.

Oh, not realistic, that's all true.

Jumping flames, flowing water waves, exploding thunder and lightning, and howling winds.

Wei Canglan feels that this is not the world of cultivating immortals, but a magical world.

Well, that's right.

In the setting of "Ask the Immortal", monks are actually mages.

Warriors are physical fighters.

It's just that warriors are not very popular in this world of cultivating immortals.

In most games, if the physics department is not a real son, then it means that you must have high-strength weapons and equipment, high krypton gold, and high-difficulty operations.

Moreover, the benefits brought by such occupations may not be directly proportional to the high investment.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Fan Qingmeng who was beside him sounded suspicious.

She looked at a ring in the martial arts arena below, she frowned beautifully, pursed her red lips, and said curiously:

"Secretary Canglan, have you noticed the arena in the northwest?"

northwest?

where?
Ok?
Wei Canglan just glanced at the ring over there. The opponent was a man wrapped in a black robe, with a tall, slender figure and a little thin.

At this time, the man in black robe was surrounded by black mist, and the disciple in front of him had already fallen to the ground, ready to beg for mercy.