All the staff crazily criticize the villain, only the heroine is cute

Lin Su sighed again as he spoke, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Without waiting for Ning Yan to answer, Cang Ming sneered softly: "It is the master's business to accept a disciple. Does Senior Lin mean that he must report to you whatever he does?"

As soon as he said these words, Lin Su's expression visibly stiffened.

Several Yueyang Sect disciples standing behind him suddenly turned their eyebrows at each other coldly, one or two pointing at Cang Ming and angrily scolding him.

"How did you talk!"

"Our uncle is talking, it's your turn to interrupt?!"

"It is indeed the Qingfeng Sect. Even though the disciples are shabby, each one is more uneducated than the last!"

Compared to the jumping behavior of several disciples of the Yueyang Sect, the people behind Ning Yan were very calm.

"Did you hear that? What a noisy fly."

Cang Ming waved his hand, with a look of disgust on his face.

Qi Gu echoed from the side, "It flew over as soon as I sat down. It was buzzing and making my head hurt. Junior sister, did you hear it?"

Ruomu nodded, "I heard it. Not only was it noisy, but there was also a foul smell."

Several people from the Yueyang faction were so angry that they pointed in their direction.

"What did you say!"

"It's you who are talking!"

"enough!"

A cold and serious voice interrupted the quarrel.

Ning Yan closed her eyes. She had long known that the Qingfeng Sect and the Yueyang Sect would not do anything good if they collided, especially if the two disciples were bickering over trivial matters that were boring and headache-inducing.

"Fellow Taoist Lin, my new disciple is not sensible. His words just offended fellow Taoist, please forgive me."

Lin Su smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, these are the juniors of my Yueyang Sect. After all, these young people are young and energetic, and it's normal for them to talk without hesitation."

"Uncle Master..."

"To shut up!"

Those Yueyang Sect disciples wanted to say something more, but they were immediately interrupted by Lin Su.

Looking at Ning Yan's calm face, Lin Su seemed to prove it to himself and added, "I don't take it to heart."

But just because he doesn't care doesn't mean that Ning Yan doesn't care. It's his business that Linsu doesn't care. If she doesn't handle it, word will spread the next day that the Qingfeng Sect is arrogant.

Ning Yan glanced back and said coldly: "Cang Ming, apologize to Senior Lin."

Lin Su had a troubled look on his face, "Why is Taojun Hanshan doing this? It really doesn't matter to me. This little brother just..."

"Fellow Daoist Lin." Ning Yan interrupted him, "If the disciple I accept does something wrong, I will naturally teach him a lesson. Could it be that Friend Daoist Lin has some wise ideas?"

Only then did Lin Su react.

Ning Yan asked Cang Ming to apologize to him not because he cared about his feelings, but because as Cang Ming's master and the Qingfeng Sect who supported him, Ning Yan had to make a choice.

Lin Su stopped talking.

Cang Ming was very happy to see him deflated. He stood two steps forward and bowed to Lin Su. His behavior was so decent and generous that no one could find any fault.

"Senior Lin, I have offended you a lot just now."

Although the young man said this, his expression showed no sign of remorse, especially those eyes that looked at Lin Su with a hint of provocation.

Lin Su thought back to the look in his eyes at the beginning, his expression was a little strange for a moment, he turned his eyes away calmly, and said calmly: "Nothing."

Cang Ming curled her lips slightly, and in a blink of an eye, she met Ning Yan's warning gaze. In an instant, her eyes softened and she raised her eyebrows with a cute smile.

"What's the matter, Master?"

Ning Yan was speechless.

It turns out that there really are people with faces that are thicker than city walls. Cang Ming was so good at pretending to be blind that she was defeated.

As the announcement of the official start of the Qiu Martial Arts Tournament sounded, the episode that happened before the game was quickly forgotten.

There are at least 20 sects, large and small, coming to participate in the Qiu Martial Arts Tournament this time, but there are no more than ten sects that can really be called famous.

Ruomu got the match relatively late, and the other two senior brothers came on the stage one after another. One of the senior brothers was named Li. He got off the court and was promoted successfully in just one cup of tea. His strength should not be underestimated.

The person who had just been unilaterally crushed happened to be a disciple of the Yueyang Sect. The competition used a reincarnation drawing system. Whoever could survive until the last day of the competition would win.

But now this match directly stopped the disciple of Yueyang Sect in the first round.

The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, until when he walked past Senior Brother Li after leaving the field, he snorted deeply from his nose in a very unhappy and disdainful manner.

Senior Brother Li was not one to swallow his anger. He grabbed the man's arm on the spot, pointed at him and asked, "What do you mean?"

The disciple of the Yueyang Sect was immediately frightened. He didn't expect that Senior Brother Li, who looked dull and honest, would dare to be so strong.

"It's not interesting. My nose feels uncomfortable."

Senior Brother Li let go of his arm, his attitude was very sincere and sincere, "Oh, I thought you were dissatisfied and did it on purpose."

The Yueyang Sect disciple: "..."

right!He is just dissatisfied!He did it on purpose!Brother, can you please stop saying it?Will he die if he leaves a step to climb down? !

"What are you doing standing there when you've already finished the race? Why don't you come over here quickly!"

Lin Su knew the temperaments of these juniors, especially since they had lost so miserably in the game just now. They really didn't want to see one of their own find fault with others.

After hearing Lin Su's words, the Yueyang Sect disciple walked away in despair.

Ruomu gave a thumbs up to Senior Brother Li who was standing next to him, "Senior Brother, you are so awesome!"

Senior Brother Li returned to his original dull and honest look, touched the back of his head with his hand, and smiled innocently, "Hehe, is that right?"

"Yes!"

Ruomu praised without hesitation.

Qi Gu, who was standing aside, felt a little disgusted, curling his lips and asked: "You, Senior Brother Li, are great, am I not great?"

Ruomu gave him a strange look, "Senior Brother Li is competing, and you didn't compete. How do I know if you are good or not?"

Qi Gu snorted softly, "There is a reason why I didn't compete. If I really compete, no one among the people here today can be my opponent."

Ruomu only thought he was bragging. He had never seen Qi Gu practicing on weekdays. The only competition was when he and Cang Ming were tossing around in the yard. The master came back before she could see anything. .

"Senior brother, it's a good thing that you are confident. Confidence is good. Confidence is so good. You see, I am not confident. I was enlightened by Master for a long time on the way here. You must be very worry-free for Master."

Ruomu patted Qi Gu on the arm and cheered him up.

Qi Gu wanted to explain, "No, I really didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, ask your senior brother Li, or if not, ask Cang Ming."

Ruomu nodded, with kind eyes, "Yeah, everything you said is right."

Qi Gu's self-esteem was frustrated, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore and poked Cang Ming on the other side with the hilt of his sword.

"Cang Ming, tell me, is your senior brother's strength as good as I just said?"

Cang Ming was concentrating on looking at his master's side face. Hearing this, he turned around impatiently and glanced at him up and down with a confused expression.

"What did you just say?"