No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 63

Although Cang Mingxue was extremely yearning for the Five Elements Pill in her heart, she couldn't open her mouth for a long time.

What is her identity and background, Cang Mingxue?What kind of strength and cultivation base, why have you ever asked for help when you grow up so big?Whenever she needs something, if she shows a little willingness, countless people rush to give it to her immediately, how do you let her ask Yi Fan for it?

"Teacher Cang, do you have anything else?"

The more Yi Fan looked at this girl, the more something was wrong. Standing there seemed to be constipated, twisting and twisting, neither talking nor walking, it was really an eyesore, and he was in a hurry to admit his mistake to the senior brother, and asked for some sword skills by the way .

"Humph!"

After struggling for a long time, Cang Mingxue still couldn't bow her head to Yi Fan, so she rolled her beautiful eyes, lightly tapped her lotus feet, and trotted away with a coquettish grunt. In order of neurosis?
After Cang Mingxue left, Jian Wuya turned around, looked directly at Yi Fan and said, "Little brother, you still have a day and a night in the lottery tomorrow, I hope you make good use of it and don't get distracted. Take them all away so that you won’t be able to concentrate on sword comprehension.”

"Take it away, take it away, brother, please take it away, brother, I know I was wrong, now I will realize the sword, if I don't take the first place, I won't go back to the mountain."

As soon as these words came out, Jian Wuya suddenly felt a little regretful. This kid only went out for a few days, and he got back a total of more than 300 million spirit stones. He has been in the Shangqing Temple for decades, and he has never seen a single spirit stone. Otherwise, it wouldn't be just a cultivation level of the physical body now.

With such a high talent, and such an ability to make money, what if he encounters a shady scene and doesn't get the first place?

Master, his brothers and sisters, are you going to drink the northwest wind?
"Junior brother, you've got a picture!"

Jian Wuya said slowly: "Don't be arrogant when you win, and don't be discouraged when you lose. The original intention of this competition is to let you increase your knowledge and sharpen your Taoism. Don't go in the opposite direction and misinterpret the deep meaning of the master!"

"Buzz!"

Yi Fan was awakened instantly.

"It's so dangerous, so dangerous, I almost entered the way of magic because of that mere fame, the master's realm is still high, otherwise I can only change my job and become a magician!"

"Elder Brother, I understand!"

Yi Fan shuddered suddenly, then sat cross-legged, holding the money sword in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and fell into enlightenment.

"That's it?"

Even after seeing Yi Fan's inconceivable behaviors, Jian Wuya still can't believe it, you just sit in the yard with your sword in your hands and enlighten yourself?
I haven't taught you the sword art yet?
Besides, how can you realize a feather with a sword in your hand?
If you can realize the magic sword technique, I will swallow 300 million spirit stones live.

In the blink of an eye, at noon, Jian Wuya wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep look at Yi Fan, who was still sitting cross-legged in the yard, studying the sword, took out a spirit stone and handed it to the truck driver: "Thank you for your hard work, master. I'll send it to the address." Get the goods!”

"Okay, don't worry, Dongfeng Express is famous for its mission in the world of cultivating immortals, and it will arrive almost tonight." The truck driver held the spirit stone and took a photo under the sun, seeming very satisfied. Then he grinned, patted his chest and said.

Looking at the large truck leaving in the dust, Jian Wuya slowly returned to the house, locked the door, and took out a large handful of spirit stones from his arms tremblingly. Suddenly, tears filled his eyes, and he was crying of.

In the early morning of the next day, the huge competition venue of Qingniuguan was crowded with people, 360 immortals gathered together, and it was extremely lively, which can be described as a rare event in the world of cultivating immortals.

Yi Fan was still holding the sword, eyes closed, and followed behind Jian Wuya, even drawing lots was done by Jian Wuya.

The two sat in a remote corner, silently waiting for the game to officially start.

After a lengthy ceremony, the top officials of the Daoist Association spoke one by one, several seniors made supplements, and the host finally announced the official start of the competition after an emotional summary.

Jian Wuya sat upright, like an upright sword, watching the competition on the stage with a blank expression.

"Wow, is this the way of Taoism? It's amazing, and there are paper talismans that can explode. It's amazing. Oh, what is this, the legendary protective shield?" Jian Wuya has been cultivating immortals for 30 years. I can't afford spirit stones and haven't cultivated mana, so it's the first time I've seen monks fighting in such a big age. This time, I'm addicted to my eyes, and my heart is full of excitement and excited by the strange and dazzling Taoism.

Cang Mingxue is dressed in a flowery dress, sitting on the huge throne at the top of the Qianlong list, like a queen who rules the world aloft, she is coldly watching the monks fighting fiercely on the field, but in fact, the corner of her eye is always on Secretly staring at Jian Wuya.

"Sure enough, he is a senior brother who hides his secrets. Although it seems that he is only in the perfect state of physical body, he can't pretend to be graceful, elegant and indifferent anyway. Only Shangqing Temple has been passed down for thousands of years. Only the Hidden World Sect can cultivate such an excellent disciple, Jian Wuya, how strong are you?"

The audience kept applauding, but Cang Mingxue noticed that no matter how powerful a monk appeared, or how amazing a Taoism appeared in the world, Jian Wuya was always calm, as if he was watching two children fight. It seemed that he was admiring the discussions of the juniors, but he didn't attract the slightest interest.

The more Cang Mingxue watched, the more curious she became about this mysterious man. The more curious she became, the more she couldn't help but feel a strong urge to find out the secret of his life experience.

Accidentally stabbed by the strong reflection, he realized that behind Jian Wuya there was a little bald Taoist with a shining head sitting behind him, whoever it was if it wasn't that annoying Yi Fan.

I hate that Master has never seen such a handsome Jian Wuya, otherwise he would definitely let people get in touch with him a lot, so why not care about this shameless and obscene little bald head.

You look at Jian Wuya, and then look at him.

Holding a sword, hiding behind Jian Wuya, without opening his eyes, what is this for?
Is it possible that you are learning the sword?
Oh, I understand, you must know that I am paying attention to your senior brother, so you deliberately sensationalize and act sophisticated in the hope of attracting my attention.

O man!

I'm not afraid to tell you, there is no door, if you have your elder brother, maybe they are willing to give you a chance, now, wait to be beaten on stage.

After a lot of thinking, the ruling elder happened to call Yi Fan's name.

Cang Mingxue and countless people looked at Yi Fan with his eyes closed, walking up the steps step by step with his sword in his arms.

"brush!"

A young man in a gilded gossip Taoist robe lightly leaped onto the ring like catkins. His body style and eye-catching appearance are quite eye-catching, but he stood quietly for a long time, but there was no applause at all. Take a closer look , it seemed that everyone's eyes were focused on the bald little Taoist priest opposite.

"What are you doing? Pretending to be 13?"

The young man was not happy at that time. He closed his eyes and thought you were a senior blind swordsman?
There are so many people playing tricks these days, let's see how I can wake you up later.

"Is it fellow Taoist Yi Fan? Tan Jingyao, a true disciple of Xia Wu Lei Guan, please enlighten me!"

Yi Fan: "..."

"Hmph, since that's the case, I'm sorry!"

As soon as Yi Fan came to the stage, he sat on the ground with his buttocks, and continued to close his eyes to practice the sword. Tan Jingyao didn't get angry at that time, and immediately pinched the magic weapon with his hands. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound on his body, and thunder lights as thick as hair rolled down his body. Surrounding endlessly, it looks very imposing.

"Thunder God and Lightning Mother, quick descending supernatural powers, help me to cast down demons, body thunder method, hurry like a law!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and a thunderbolt as thick as chopsticks suddenly fell from the cloudless sky, but it was strange that the thunderbolt struck Tan Jingyao himself.

The moment he was struck by lightning, a small crater was blasted out of the bluestone floor blessed by Taoism, but Tan Jingyao was unscathed, but the thunder surrounding his body became more intense, and even his eyes were filled with blazing white thunder .

At this moment, Tan Jingyao really seemed to have a bit of the domineering spirit of Thor alive.

(End of this chapter)