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

In an instant, smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Under the control of Song Xi's mental power, the dust flying all over the sky was like substance, hitting Su Yueyan's upturned face full of sarcasm.

Su Yueyan didn't expect Song Xi to tear her face in public and hit her, coughing for a while, and stunned on the spot.

Song Xi stretched out his hand that had just wiped some of the poor-quality ink on the Yong'an City card, and raised his hand to caress Su Yueyan's face, "Hey, tell me about you."

While wiping, she couldn't stop pressing Lai Lai, "Even if you are mourning for your fiancé, you should put on makeup to show respect."

When the word "fiancé" was mentioned, Song Xi intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the man next to Su Yueyan, who seemed to have a close relationship with her.

Qin Ya and Su Yueyan clashed in the audience, and when he stood up to speak for Su Yueyan, Song Xi noticed this seemingly inconspicuous man, but his cultivation level was not low.

He also introduced himself as "Daoqiu" solemnly.

If the position of the name is reversed and another word is added, isn't that "Qiu Daoyuan"?

Song Xi raised his eyebrows.

Although there is no way to explain why Qiu Daoyuan, who had been abolished in cultivation, would directly become a cultivator who was about to break through the Nascent Soul stage in the blink of an eye, and even disappeared and appeared here with a different identity.

Even if he had an affair with those wolf riders and exchanged a fairy root, he shouldn't have the strength to participate in the sect qualifying competition.

After all, according to what Mo Qi told her at the beginning, those monks in Yong'an City who looked like golden cores obviously couldn't show their strength.

Seeing the ink on his hands wiped clean, Song Xi withdrew his thoughts.

"look."

Song Xi looked at Su Yueyan's strange-looking bastard with a smile, and was very satisfied with his masterpiece, "Isn't it much more beautiful this way?"

In order to make her debut in today's appearance disciple, Su Yueyan woke up two hours early, and her carefully dressed makeup was all muddled up by Song Xi.

Her face turned cold instantly.

Just as Su Yueyan was about to stand up, she was pulled down by the man beside her.

The man who called himself Daoqiu called her name in a low voice, without warning in his voice, "Yueyan."

Su Yueyan's anger was extinguished in an instant, and she sat down again with an ugly face. The arrogant Zhengyangmen's junior junior sister was actually willing to suffer this boring loss.

The head has a secret order.

Before entering the first elimination secret realm of the sect's qualifying competition, they all had to keep a low profile.

Song Xi raised his eyebrows, but it was a little strange, he didn't try to provoke Su Yueyan anymore, and sat in the seat arranged by Elder Tanxi for Lei Feng.

Patriarch Changyi also overslept and came late.

Although he cleverly missed the embarrassing incidents of his personal disciples, there are always "good-hearted people" who will remind him.

For example, the upright elder Su Qi of Shennongmen.

The Great Elder Su Qi of Shennongmen performed steadily as always. He rushed to the Changyi Patriarch with the intention of connecting feelings. But suddenly I don't know what to talk about.

He paused, trying to find a topic.

His mind was spinning rapidly, and even things like how many meals his wife ate yesterday and how many times his son went to the toilet without constipation all lingered in his mind for a while.

finally--

Elder Su Qi speaks proficiently without thinking: "Hello, Patriarch."

"I heard you died?"

Ancestor Changyi sat down elegantly wearing a white coat and a human figure, holding the fly whisk in one hand: "???"

He looked at Elder Su Qi who had just opened his mouth in disbelief.

What's the meaning? !

Tired of work or fat? !

Come up and curse him? !

Great Elder Su Qi: "..."

suffered.

Another fucking wrong word.

He simply shut his mouth, and the skillful movement of taking out the elixir made people feel distressed.

Great Elder Su Qi skillfully took out a crock pot of pills, and stuffed it into the arms of Patriarch Changyi.

Since the target was the ancestor of Changyi, Great Elder Su Qi even stood up, bowed 180 degrees directly in a grand and respectful manner.

Patriarch Changyi was completely silent: "..."

"What do you mean?"

Patriarch Changyi raised his eyebrows, and raised the earthen jar in his hand, "I'm a little anxious to see that I'm not dead, so why don't you send me an earthen jar of poison to kill me?"

"Even bowed in advance?!"

The dumb-mouthed Elder Su Qi: "..."

Damn, it sounds like every sentence fits well? !

But he really didn't mean that? !

"No, no, ancestor." Elder Su Qi didn't know where to put his hands, he quickly explained, "I just care about whether you are dead or not...not..."

Seeing that Patriarch Changyi's face turned dark again, Great Elder Su Qi raised his hand to cover his mouth, he was numb.

Can someone come and save him? !

In the end, it was the elder Tanxi of Zhengyangmen who saved him from the fire and water.

The little old man with the mustache saw that one of Lei Feng's personal disciples counted one by one and finally stepped down without incident, so he let out a long breath and let go of his hanging heart.

He glanced at the communication stone in his hand with a complicated expression, narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and then went on stage to give a speech.

First encouragement, then mutual encouragement, and finally a summary of the statement.

Thought this was the end, but no.

Elder Tanxi actually began to talk about truth, goodness and beauty, and the Tao Te Ching.

All of a sudden, the monks below who were already preparing to enter the secret realm couldn't sit still.

"..."

"What is Zhengyangmen doing?"

"Why aren't you happy?"

"Yeah, is there something wrong with the secret realm?!"

Even in the big sect, many direct disciples who always get first-hand information can't help but slander.

"Why is there such a link in this sect qualifying competition?" Qin Ya yawned long, her eyes were dim with tears, and she slapped Tu Weiwei who was beside her with some doubts.

"do not know."

Tu Weiwei shook her head blankly.

The Zongmen Ranking Competition is a match full of gunpowder and competition among the various immortal sects. Such a thing as friendship first never existed in the Zongmen Ranking Competition.

Right now, the Great Elder Tanxi started to chat awkwardly on it, spreading the truth, goodness and beauty, and telling all the monks to pay attention to safety, so that's it? !

What are you kidding? !

In previous years, in the sect qualifying competitions, the disciples of the four great immortal sects pulled them out for a walk, and then immediately started the battle.

She was in high spirits just now, the rattle on her wrist rang a prelude, and she started to fight when she was about to teleport in.

But suddenly started telling her this? !

Song Xi, who didn't know what the process was in the past, listened very calmly. She nodded her head, and seemed to be listening extremely seriously, and even kept agreeing with the outrageous speech of Grand Elder Tanxi.

"Xixi."

Qin Ya patted Song Xi's shoulder from behind in confusion, and asked, "Why are you listening so seriously?"

After pushing it, Song Xi didn't respond.

Qin Ya was taken aback.

Listen so seriously? !

Qin Ya wanted to take another pat without giving up, but Ye Wangyou glanced at it and almost laughed out loud.

"Do not."

Ye Wangyou, who was sitting beside Song Xi, said honestly, "She just fell asleep."

Qin Ya: "..."

Well, it can also be regarded as a kind of spiritual resonance.

At least they all felt that the great elder Tanxi was farting.