The apprentice is returned ten thousand times, and the teacher never hides his secrets

Chapter 61

Meng Tianzheng's words directly shocked the entire Butian Sect.

Everyone stared at the stars, showing greedy expressions.

The battle had already begun before the martial arts meeting had begun.

On the stage, Qi Wuhui glanced at Ye Qiu behind him with disdain, and said, "It seems that Junior Brother Ye is bound to get this award, right?"

Ye Qiu was startled, and then smiled calmly: "Brother, you are joking, our Zixia Peak has a small population, and the qualifications of our disciples are still inexperienced.

This martial arts meeting is all about seeing the big scene and playing casually. I don't have any idea about this reward. "

How can everyone believe his nonsense, just play around casually, are you Ye Qiu this kind of person?

They had heard a lot about that genius disciple of Zixia Peak, who had already reached the first grade of Xuanzhi within five days of his entry.

Three months have passed now, who knows what cultivation level she is now.

This kid's habit is that he likes to pretend that I am weak, practice quietly, and then suddenly explode.

Amazing everyone.

It is estimated that his disciple is the same as him.

All the heads scolded their mothers in their hearts, but they couldn't say anything.

Mingyue was in the corner, tugging at Ye Qiu's clothes, and said in a low voice, "Junior Brother, no matter how you look, you don't look nervous at all, Senior Brother Qi is just waiting for this day.

If you Zixia Peak loses, he will not easily let go of this opportunity to humiliate you. "

Ye Qiu was stunned, and looked at Mingyue meaningfully, making her look a little embarrassed, with averted eyes.

"Sister, are you worried about me?"

"Die, the devil is worried about you! You'd better get eliminated in the first round, so I don't have to worry about being the bottom of the Tianshui summit."

Mingyue's pretty face flushed, and she said angrily, slipping away like a guilty conscience.

Ye Qiu shrugged, it's not that easy to be at the bottom, but it's not that easy for Qi Wuhui to humiliate him.

Soon, the lottery ceremony was over, and Qi Wuhui finally went up to say a few words.

As the name suggests, it is to assure everyone that the judging team of this martial arts competition will uphold absolute fairness and justice, and will never favor any side.

Except Hidden Sword Peak...

Everyone laughed when they heard it, and left after drawing lots.

Today is the first day of the martial arts competition, and the eight arenas have been set up in the martial arts arena.

Ye Qiu said goodbye to Meng Tianzheng and returned to the team at Zixia Peak.

"Master."

Seeing Ye Qiu approaching, the two women stopped their discussion and saluted.

"Senior, Qi Wuhui is too bad, he even tampered with the lottery."

Xiao Yi cursed and cursed.

Ye Qiu didn't care, he guessed from the very beginning that Qi Wuhui must have done something wrong, but it didn't matter.

No matter what he does, nothing will change.

Glancing at his two apprentices, he stood there quietly, not having much psychological impact on this kind of thing, and his mentality was stable, Ye Qiu was very relieved.

He looked at Xiao Yi who was cursing again, with a look of disgust.

"Made! This man is too bad, he can't understand, playing this kind of conspiracy.

This is the first scene, and Sister Qingzhu and Sister Wan'er met two disciples of Hidden Sword Peak.

Sister Qingzhu is fine, but if Sister Wan'er doesn't do her best and loses, wouldn't we be humiliated? "

Xiao Yi cursed and cursed, Zhao Wan'er's face darkened, and she slapped her.

"You just lost! If you can't speak, keep your mouth shut."

Am I that bad?

Zhao Wan'er was very unhappy. Although she was not as cultivated as Lin Qingzhu, she was still a first-rank Tianxiang powerhouse.

Over the past month, she has continuously absorbed the power of the treasure bone, and finally broke through to the sky.

Just when he was thinking of showing his master a skill in the martial arts competition, Xiao Yi's approach was to question her strength.

Who can bear this...

"No, Miss Wan'er, that's not what I meant."

This slap was given to Xiao Yi, he was dizzy, dazed by the slap, and complained in his eyes.

"I just went to the next door to inquire. I heard that your opponent has reached the ninth grade of Xuanzhi, and Qi Wuhui specially arranged to deal with you. I am worried for you."

Zhao Wan'er tugged at the red robe, and once she heard that the other party was only the ninth grade of Xuanzhi, she was even less worried.

"Okay, let's discuss what to say when we go back."

Xiao Yi was about to explain something, but Ye Qiu interrupted with a wave of his hand, and glanced at Qi Wuhui in the distance.

"There is still an hour of preparation time before the start of the competition, you all go and prepare.

I took a look just now, and there are so many masters in this martial arts competition.

I thought about it as a teacher, and I don't ask you to get any rankings, just do your best. "

"If you encounter danger, you can admit defeat directly, and I will not blame you as a teacher.

What about rewarding face is not as important as your safety in my heart as a teacher. "

Ye Qiuyu said earnestly, the two women were very moved when they heard this.

Silently clenching his fists, Master showed great kindness and love to them.

No matter what, they couldn't embarrass Master, let alone give Qi Wuhui a chance to humiliate him.

"Master, don't worry! We will never let you down."

Lin Qingzhu said firmly that she has been preparing for three months, and now is the time for her to perform.

To this day, the scene in Yuqing Palace three months ago is still deeply imprinted in her mind.

That came from the disdain in the eyes of the other chiefs, and the ridicule towards their masters and apprentices.

After taking a deep look at Lin Qingzhu, Ye Qiu said calmly, "Well, as long as you have confidence, go."

I was secretly happy.

Hehe, yes, what I want is your fighting spirit, beat me to death.

Back at the rest place specially prepared for Zixia Peak by the disciples of Shoufeng, Lin Qingzhu and Zhao Wan'er quickly entered the state of meditation.

I want to restore my best condition before the martial arts meeting.

Xiao Yi was more relaxed, strolling around, looking at beauties, seeing his worthless appearance, Ye Qiu became angry.

Can't you be more mature like me?

Hate that iron is not steel.

In the afternoon, Meng Tianzheng, Qi Wuhui, and several unknown old men sat under the ring in the Kunzi ring.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Meng! I heard earlier that the Butian Sect Qimai Gathering is one of the most important events in the Eastern Wilderness. I have been waiting for sixty years, and I am finally lucky enough to meet you today."

An old man in gray robe said with a faint smile, and Meng Tianzheng beside him stroked his beard and smiled without saying a word.

This person is the Great Elder of Tianchi Holy Land, He Wushuang's master, and a member of Tiandao.

According to the legend, the powerhouse who is infinitely close to the Supreme Realm is comparable to Meng Tianzheng's master peak powerhouse.

The two have been friends for many years, and they were rivals when they were young.

For this martial arts meeting, he suddenly came to pay homage to the mountain, saying that he wanted to observe the Qimai martial arts meeting of Butian Sect.

Meng Tianzheng did not refuse. After all, the Qimai Martial Arts Contest is equivalent to a Dao Discussion Conference. The leader of Qimai has the right to invite elders from other holy places to observe and exchange ideas.

"By the way, I heard... there is a young leader in your religion, who has reached the level of leader at a young age? And he once hit the three brothers of the Li family who hit the mountain of immortality with a sword. I wonder if it is true or not?"

The Tiandao man asked tentatively, and He Wushuang, who was behind him, immediately regained his spirits when he heard the words.

This time, he came to Butianjiao with Master Tiantongren, in fact, the biggest purpose was to come for Ye Qiu.

After seeing Ye Qiu's swordsmanship last time, he couldn't sleep and was crazy about it.

Meng Tianzheng glanced at him in astonishment, a little puzzled, is Ye Qiu so famous now?Has it all spread to the Holy Land of Tianchi?
Thinking of this, Meng Tianzheng smiled on his old face, sat up straight, and suddenly felt more handsome.

That's right, that's my junior brother.

"Fellow Daoist, the person you mentioned, if I guessed correctly, should be my junior brother from Zixia Peak, right?"

Meng Tianzheng said slowly.

Don't say how happy he is in his heart, but on the surface he is unusually calm.

　Tickets come.

　
(End of this chapter)