After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

"anyway."

Wei Qinghuai was also a little surprised, "Qiu Daoyuan is abolished, yet there has never been news of his injury from Zhengyangmen."

"Isn't this normal?"

He even continued to brag and build momentum without shame, saying that Qiu Daoyuan is the leader of this generation of personal disciples.

Song Xi squatted on the ground, wiping the ground diligently with the white cloth strips flying all over his body in boredom, and suddenly said, "Is he not dead yet?"

"The silver clothes are really easy to handle." Song Xi muttered in amazement.

Ye Wangyou: "..."

Wei Qinghuai: "..."

Otherwise, you have to be a junior sister, and you can tell if there is one by opening your mouth.

"It's really fate." Ye Wangyou couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

They were scattered in Yong'an City at that time, each had their own things to do, although they were not lucky enough to see Qiu Daoyuan's final fate with their own eyes.

But when they returned to the Zongmen, Changyi Patriarch gloated and handed them a photo stone.

It recorded the whole process of Qiu Daoyuan being hung and beaten in the air.

Originally, she thought that Qiu Daoyuan was a small dog, a big man, his sword moves were all feminine, and he was dressed up every day.

It looks sissy.

After this encounter, Ye Wangyou was startled.

She underestimated the enemy.

This Qiu Daoyuan was like Xiaoqiang who couldn't be beaten to death. He was still alive after tossing so hard.

Ye Wangyou thought that his physical fitness was not as good as Qiu Daoyuan's, at least he was definitely not as strong as him.

"During the competition, do we have a chance to visit Zhengyangmen?" Song Xi rubbed his chin, looked at the first disciples of Zhengyangmen who appeared on the stage, and asked thoughtfully.

In the original book, the original owner was still squatting in the ice prison at this time. When she escaped from the ice prison and was able to walk outside, some of the direct disciples of this generation would become master uncles.

Therefore, the original owner has never participated in the sect qualifying competition, and Song Xi has never participated.

When she was still in Leifeng, she always heard Wei Qing recalling that this was a grand event he had been looking forward to for a long time, and she always wanted to participate but was not qualified.

Song Xi tilted his head, looking at Wei Qinghuai, who was extremely dissatisfied with the clothes on his body, and had even fainted.

"..."

After Changyi Patriarch's operation, he was as fierce as a tiger.

The fourth senior brother looked as if he didn't look forward to it at all, and even wanted to run away.

"Have the opportunity."

Wei Qinghuai spoke weakly, acting as the little prince of popular science.

As Lei Feng's disciple who was most looking forward to the sect's qualifying competition, he knew the rules and reward mechanism of the qualifying competition like the back of his hand.

"In the end, the direct disciples of the new four major immortal sects will choose a magic weapon as a reward from the sect holding the competition."

"There will also be a celebration banquet."

"But in Zhengyangmen, they are too competitive, and they basically don't have a good feast. We focus on participating."

Wei Qinghuai couldn't get any more energy right now, so he said directly: "If we can't get the magic weapon, let's ask the master for a consolation prize."

Originally, he wanted to participate in the sect qualifying competition because he wanted to dress up well and show off his beautiful spirit beasts in public.

Now, although his spirit beasts are still very beautiful.

But his ugly appearance is so shocking, it is very strange.

He led such a bunch of beautiful spirit beasts out for a stroll.

——Others will only think that a bunch of flowers have been stuck on his pile of cow dung.

To put it mildly, he might even think he is rich.

Wei Qinghuai: "..."

He felt that he was a big wronged species.

"The magic weapon made by Master's hand is indeed [-] blocks ahead of them." Ye Wangyou echoed with a very long reflex arc, faintly agreeing.

Song Xi, who finally wanted to work hard to improve himself, turned off the fire in an instant.

"...?!"

What happened to Lei Feng? !

She remembered that when she first came to Penglai Island, Ye Wangyou got up early in the morning and practiced her big hammer in the middle of the night, and Wei Qinghuai went through the house three times and refused to enter, just to catch more spirit beasts.

Now her two senior brothers and sisters who wished to lie directly on the ground were taken away? !

"Third Senior Sister, Fourth Senior Brother."

Song Xi raised serious eyebrows, "Let's cheer up!"

"Take the first place!" Song Xi pressed down the white cloth strip and clenched his fists hypocritically, "Give Master a face!"

Song Xi has his own considerations.

She didn't know how the sect's qualifying match was going.

But Song Xi must find a way to go to Zhengyangmen for a few laps on this trip, and if possible, she would even like to go to the ice prison where the original owner has been staying for ten years.

All kinds of things about the fairy roots in Yong'an City, especially those Jindan attendants who were in groups in the silver-clothed yard back then.

It's hard not to let her associate Zhengyang Gate with Yong'an City.

What is even more suspicious is that Yin Yi was the same Qiu Daoyuan who was caught in Yong'an City back then.

Qiu Daoyuan, the dignified Zhengyangmen's chief personal senior brother, has everything he needs.

With his self-proclaimed lofty personality, it is impossible for him to join in the excitement of the Yongan City sale.

Then his purpose of appearing in Yong'an City is very intriguing.

In the beginning, even though he had the original script in his hand, Song Xi only thought that Zhengyangmen insisted on digging out the immortal roots of the disciples who were expelled from the school, because they were worried about leaving disasters and being retaliated against.

Now it seems that it is clearly like waste utilization.

Although there is a lot of grievances with Zhengyangmen, Song Xi still wants to prove for himself whether Zhengyangmen has anything to do with these things.

Ye Wangyou was obviously taken aback when he heard Song Xi's uplifting words, and reached out to touch Song Xi's forehead in doubt.

"I don't have a fever." She said strangely, "Why are you talking nonsense?"

Really.

When these words came from Xie Yue's mouth, Ye Wangyou believed them [-]%.

But from junior sister's mouth, it's nothing but hypocrisy.

Song Xi: "..."

She doesn't usually pose like that, does she? !

Song Xi doubted the kung fu in life, and there was a burst of applause outside.

The three of them looked up, and they happened to be in front of them, and the front disciple of the Hehuan Sect had already walked out.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect have always loved beauty, know how to dress up, and practice charm all the year round.

Every move is a style.

The three facade disciples, headed by Tu Weiwei, dressed in red Zongmen costumes, danced gracefully towards everyone.

The skin is as soft as snow, and the eyes are flowing, full of affection.

The girls are charming but not coquettish, gorgeous but not vulgar, and they have earned enough attention.

The opening of the sect qualifying competition was just to show off the demeanor of each sect, and there was no intention of showing off.

Therefore, Tu Weiwei and the others did not perform the charm.

Many monks in the audience were watching seriously, their eyes were full of appreciation apart from the obsession that was naturally affected by the charm.

The dance was coming to an end, but a discordant voice suddenly came from below.

Not long after the end of the stage, sitting on the Zhengyangmen seat in the center below, the girl in white suddenly said coldly, "It's so gaudy."

The voice was neither loud nor low, but the monks present were all clear-eyed.

They all looked towards the troubled girl.

The junior junior sister of Zhengyangmen, Su Yueyan.

The casual cultivators and disciples of the small sect who were watching were afraid of Su Yueyan's status as the first disciple of the first immortal sect. Although they were dissatisfied, no one dared to refute after all.

But Qin Ya is not used to her faults.

The eyebrows and eyes were already enchanting, but after putting on makeup, the eyebrows and eyes became more sharp. The extremely beautiful and aggressive woman glanced at her indifferently.

"What?" Qin Ya smiled, but spoke very bluntly.

She looked Su Yueyan's body white up and down, and raised her eyebrows: "You are allowed to observe the funeral, and we are not allowed to congratulate?"

"You Hehuan Sect will do anything to seduce men."

Sitting next to Su Yueyan, the man with a low sense of presence suddenly spoke up in defense of Su Yueyan, "Do you dare to do it or not?"