Master, the way she looks at me is not right

Ning Qingxue nodded approvingly.

Ling Qingchen: "???"

"Doing well?"

A trace of puzzlement flashed in Ling Qingchen's eyes.

Ning Qingxue: "..."

Oops, I accidentally expressed my true thoughts.

"The teacher said, this dish is well done."

Ning Qingxue hastily opened her mouth to make up.

"Oh, I see."

Ling Qingchen nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'm full for the teacher, these things can be taken away."

Ning Qingxue was afraid that Ling Qingchen would bring food to Luo Mei.

After taking a bite of all the food, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Row."

Ling Qingchen nodded.

These are some worthless vegetables, and it doesn't hurt to throw them away.

【Ding!Asked by the master to cook, the cultivation base has been improved for 200 years! 】

The system's cold prompt sounded suddenly in Ling Qingchen's mind.

Ling Qingchen couldn't help being shocked.

I am about to break through again!

With the reward of 200 years of cultivation, Ling Qingchen's current cultivation has reached the peak of the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm.

The distance from breaking through to the sixth level of the Golden Core Realm is only a step away.

It's just, why did I add 50 years of cultivation to my junior sister's request.

And according to Master's request, can I add 200 years?

This... Could it be that Master is my real lucky star?

"Master, do you still want supper?"

Thinking of improving his cultivation, Ling Qingchen looked at Ning Qingxue expectantly and asked.

Ning Qingxue: "???"

This traitor, what's going on?

Why did you suddenly start caring about yourself?

It's nothing to be courteous, it's either rape or stealing!

"Don't eat!

Do you want Teacher Wei to gain weight? "

Ning Qingxue glanced at Ling Qingchen with some resentment and asked.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Fat is fat!

The improvement of my cultivation is the most important thing!

"Go back to practice!

There is still a game tomorrow! "

Ning Qingxue waved her hand at Ling Qingchen and said.

Then, he walked into his room.

The next morning.

Qingyunzong Grand Square.

"I heard that Senior Brother Ding lost yesterday! He still lost at the hands of a good-for-nothing. It's really a shame."

"Who said no!

Do you think Brother Ding is playing a match-fixing match?Did he bet outside and buy and lose? "

"Maybe it's that useless beauty master who put pressure on Senior Brother Ding.

Brother Ding was under pressure, so he could only play a fake match and lose the match. "

"Hey, people's hearts are not old, people's hearts are not old!

These days, even large-scale competitions like the Zongmen Grand Competition have started to have inside stories. Have you made an internal decision?

It's boring, it's really boring! "

Ling Qingchen: "..."

I won the inside story?

Hey, the road of the strong is indeed lonely.

Always full of cynicism and prejudice.

"Brother, did you win yesterday?"

Hearing the comments from the people around, Luo Mei's eyes flashed a hint of disbelief.

Ling Qingchen: "???"

What kind of junior sister is this?

Didn't you say that junior sisters are all caring little padded jackets?

This little padded jacket is a bit air-leakage, isn't it?

"Two swords, my brother only made two swords yesterday, and he was completely powerless to fight back."

Ling Qingchen stretched out two fingers lightly and said.

Ning Qingxue: "..."

It's starting again, right?

"Then why do they say that about you, brother?"

Hearing Ling Qingchen's words, the doubts in Luo Mei's eyes became more serious.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Jealousy, it's all jealousy, they must be jealous that I'm handsome, powerful, and have a beautiful teacher.

"Don't bother with them.

I, Ling Qingchen, have acted all my life, so why do I have to explain it to others? "

Ling Qingchen stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttered in the breeze.

But his figure remained unmoved, just like an unmoving mountain, standing quietly in place.

There was a domineering feeling in his eyes.

"Why do you have to explain to others what you have done all your life?

Is this the courage of the senior brother? "

Hearing Ling Qingchen's words, Luo Xi only felt an aura of crushing Ling Xiao coming towards him.

It was as if, in this world, no one could influence Ling Qingchen.

This is the mentality that the strong should have!

A trace of inexplicable excitement flashed in Luo Yao's eyes, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Being so domineering, I really did not misunderstand my senior brother.

My senior brother really has the appearance of a great emperor.

[37.Chapter 37 Qingyun Sword God! One sword dances forever! (Add 2 updates for my super brave golden ticket!)]

"Why do you have to explain to others what you have done all your life?

This sentence is domineering. "

Ning Qingxue whispered what Ling Qingchen said softly, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

This rebel has poor aptitude, but his spirit is excellent.

In the future, it might not be possible to reach the top of the Great Dao.

"Zongmen Dabi, continue today.

Please go to the lottery to draw lots. "

A proud and tall figure stepped on a flying sword and stood with its hands behind its back.

Standing on a high place, he announced with a calm face.

The person who spoke was none other than Ye Xingjian, the head of Qingyun Sect.

"Let's all go to the lottery!"

Ning Qingxue waved her hand and said.

"Ah."

Ling Qingchen and Luo Mei nodded their heads one after another.

Then went to their respective lottery locations to draw lots.

"Have you heard, have you heard?

What the waste material from Qingchen Peak got today was Duan Lang Fist Mo Yu. "

"Is that Mo Yu, the personal disciple of the Supreme Elder who is rumored to be able to break the waves with one punch?"

"Yes, it's him, it seems that today's Qingchen Peak waste material is probably more ominous than good.

Brother Mo's Broken Wave Fist is not in vain. "

Ling Qingchen: "..."

What's the matter with this luck?

How did the opponents drawn become more famous than the other?

Yesterday's Jedi gun god, today's Broken Wave Fist again?

How come no one blows me up?

Isn't my hundred-step flying sword handsome yesterday?

It seems that I still have to do the publicity for myself.

After getting his own number, Ling Qingchen came to a ring under the leadership of the staff.

On the arena, there was already a man with an inch cut.

The expression on his face was very lazy.

It was as if nothing in this world could attract his attention.

The body is muscular and wears a pair of boxing gloves.

Quite a bit of a boxing champion feeling.

"Qingyun Sword God Qingchen."

Ling Qingchen appeared on the stage dressed in white, lightly flicking the long sword in his hand.

The expression on his face was full of indifference.