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

Although Chen Yu and Tang Canxi competed together in the third round, they played in different batches.

The number of participants in this year's Martial Arts Conference is double that of previous years.

This led to the lack of bluestone arenas in the martial arts arena.

The monks have advanced cultivation bases, but they cannot gather sand into a tower in an instant.

High-level monks can use similar Taoism, but people practice for a lifetime, not to come here to build walls for everyone.

Disciples with low cultivation levels couldn't do it.

Simply, the master will divide the disciples participating in each round into different batches for competition.

Chen Yu was in the first batch of the third round.

Not far away, she waved to Tang Canxi in the waiting area, and looked at Wei Canglan at the bottom of the high platform, near the martial arts field, showing a smile that captivated all beings.

This smile was like a flower, and many male disciples immediately screamed.

"Ah! Did you see that? Is that beauty smiling at me? Is she hinting at me? Is she looking at me?"

"If you want to fart, she is obviously smiling at me and waving at me! You look like a bear, with a golden hook nose and a toad mouth, can people take a fancy to you?"

"Okay, you all stop arguing, that beauty is clearly interested in this girl."

"Ah, there seems to be something strange mixed in."

"Girl, don't come to join in the fun, can't you live with us men?"

"That's right, they're all girls, why are you making fun of it?"

"Shut up, a group of stinky brothers who are overthinking their own abilities, didn't they see their master sitting here?"

The discerning person reminded with a cold snort.

Suddenly, everyone was silent.

That's right, his master is Wei Canglan, who is extremely talented and extraordinary, who can compare with such a god.

Presumably, in Chen Yu's eyes, they were all just ordinary people, and only Wei Canglan could be worthy of her.

The fact is also the same, Chen Yu just saw his master from among thousands of people, and his eyes never fell on anyone.

She watched, slightly touched in her heart.

Because of Yu'er, the master purposely came to the place closest to the martial arts arena.

He was always thinking about Yu'er.

So, I must not embarrass him.

I heard that Lin Tianming offended Master yesterday, so today... Huh, Yu'er must give him some flair!
With a firm mind, Chen Yu turned around and jumped onto the bluestone ring with her clothes fluttering.

Today, she specially wore a light blue dress with her hands and waist tied, and she also changed the small cloth shoes she often wears on her feet, and replaced them with short boots that are convenient for activities.

Lin Tianming was already standing on the ring. He stared at Chen Yu in front of him, and he couldn't help but let out a cold snort. His skin was as thick as a city wall and he said:
"Chen Yu, right? I see that you are a girl, so naturally I don't care about you."

"I will not blame you for what your master did yesterday."

"As long as you admit defeat and step down at this moment, we will be fine."

"Otherwise, Taoism is impermanent, you will die or I will die! The hatred of your master yesterday is also calculated on your head!"

On the side of the attic where Da Zong was, the white-haired and childlike Almighty from Yaowanggu, listening to his disciple's speech, felt ashamed and sighed again and again.

His youngest disciple, sitting beside him, looked pretty, and quickly comforted him:

"Master, don't worry about it."

"Eldest brother, although he has a weird personality, but his strength is still very strong. I heard that Chen Yu lost his cultivation half a year ago, and now he has only recovered soon. Eldest brother has a great chance of winning."

The old man's mood did not improve.

He regretted his decision very much.

He shouldn't have brought Lin Tianming, a big disciple, here.

This kid has been cultivating in the Medicine King Valley and has no knowledge. Under the influence of others, he regards Wei Canglan and Cangxingmen as imaginary enemies.

Now facing another disciple, the fighting spirit in his heart is hard to suppress.

So, the odds are not great.

Cultivators are the most taboo, and their Dao heart is too fluctuating towards the enemy.

"Ugh……"

The old man sighed again, got up and left the table.

He didn't want to see the scene where his disciples were defeated.

Can't afford to lose that person.

The little junior sister looked at the back of the master leaving, always feeling very desolate.

She shook her head, turned her gaze back to the martial arts arena, passed the crowd, and landed on Young Master Pianpian sitting in the front row opposite.

That is Wei Canglan?

Really as in the rumors.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

I don't know who such a man will become a fairy couple with in the future.

If only I could.

The little junior sister secretly fantasized.

On the bluestone arena, the two saluted briefly.

From the beginning to the end, Chen Yu ignored Lin Tianming, her eyes were cold and calm, she stared at the opposite side, and with a movement of divine sense, she sacrificed the Ice Soul Excalibur.

call--

In an instant, the cold air around the arena shivered, and a gust of wind mixed with ice flowers howled.

Many disciples with lower cultivation bases couldn't bear it in an instant, and backed away again and again.

Before the ice soul was out of its sheath, countless people feared it.

Lin Tianming subconsciously raised his hand to block the cold wind, but he suddenly realized that it looked out of character, so he lowered his back arm and used his face to bear the cold air in a daze.

Soon, his mediocre face, as well as the skin of his hands, were flushed with cold.

"Is this the ice soul? Oh! That's all!"

The cold air dissipated, Lin Tianming suppressed the trembling, gritted his teeth, and said pretending to be indifferent.

Of course Chen Yu could see his embarrassment, but she didn't make a sound, she was still facing a big enemy, and she didn't take it lightly.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Lin Tianming didn't intend to stop making noise.

He wanted to act aggressive, so there must be something wrong with his brain circuit.

But that doesn't mean he's a pure fool.

Facing the sharp edge emitted by Bing Po, he has already realized the crisis at this moment.

So, without hesitation, the kid took out three pills of three colors from the ring, held them between his fingers, shook his hand, and said in a showy way:

"The Martial Arts Conference doesn't stipulate that I won't be allowed to take pills during the competition, right?"

Chen Yu was silent, her eyes were indifferent.

"I have to admit, Chen Yu, you are quite capable. I realized that you are very strong before we have fought against each other."

"But sadly, and obviously, I'm better."

"Because I have a stronger hole card than Bing Po."

"These three pills correspond to three levels."

"I only need to take the lowest level of white elixir, and I can raise my cultivation level to a level in a short time. Under the elixir formation, it is difficult to meet opponents."

Who would have imagined that this Lin Tianming would directly speak out his hole cards.

But everyone is not ashamed of his behavior of temporarily taking pills.

"Trash! Despicable! Even taking drugs!"

"That's right, what a shame, there's still a girl on the other side."

"Even if he is Wei Canglan's disciple, he shouldn't take the elixir. In order to win the competition, why don't you lose your face?"

"It's true that there is no rule against taking pills."

"But he's a disciple of Yaowanggu, Yaowanggu, as the name suggests, the pill is the most powerful."

"Didn't you hear what he said, after taking the elixir, there is no opponent in the formation of the elixir?"

"That's disgusting enough."

"I feel sorry for Chen Yu, err."