Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

The disciple was frightened by his sudden change of expression and panicked. He hurriedly bent down and picked up the sword, his wrist still shaking: "Disciple is wrong!"

Meng Qingrong frowned and continued: "Tomorrow is the apprenticeship meeting. You are all inner disciples. If you don't study hard and practice hard, how can you win the opportunity to become a disciple?"

"But why don't we look at the disciples next to us?"

These words were a bit harsh, so Liang Qing hurriedly shouted: "Third Senior Brother! He also knows that he is wrong, so don't scold him."

"Sixth Junior Sister, what are you talking about?" Meng Qingrong's brows almost furrowed into the character "Chuan".

Liang Qing only felt a headache, and he felt more and more that their three senior brothers looked like staid old gentlemen.

After being trained for a full quarter of an hour, Meng Qingrong finally had the tendency to stop: "Now that there are seven junior sisters, you, as a senior sister, should have a flaunting style, and not just indulge."

"Okay, okay, third senior brother. Stop talking about it, it's getting late for martial arts training."

Meng Qingrong then turned around, lowered his gaze, and said solemnly: "There will be a competition at the martial arts stage in half an hour. The top three in today's competition will be able to enter the Sutra Pavilion for two hours."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the inner disciples below were overjoyed. They didn't care about gossip or not. All their thoughts were focused on the Sutra Pavilion.

In the Tiandao Palace, the Sutra Pavilion belonging to the Infinite Immortal Master has the most prosperous Immortal Techniques and a complete range of them. Even the rare medicinal cultivators can get the most suitable mental techniques here.

Wu Qinglan, who hummed and climbed onto the platform, was confused: "Today's competition? How come I don't know, Third Senior Brother?"

Liang Qing on the side also shook his head, indicating that he was also unaware.

Meng Qingrong looked at the two of them. When he mentioned Fu Xian, there was obvious admiration on his face: "Elder brother sent me a letter this morning to tell me."

After that, Meng Qingrong continued: "You two should rest first, and later go to the Sutra Pavilion to see what you like."

After giving the instructions, his figure disappeared on this side of the platform.

Wu Qinglan opened his mouth several times to speak, but finally looked at Liang Qing and only asked a weak question: "It seems that the third senior brother doesn't know yet."

Liang Qing nodded heavily: "That's what it looks like."

*

It took 10 minutes to barely understand and digest the fact from the snow-colored fox's mouth that she slept one night at Qingjing Cliff, where Fu Xianzhi lived.

Bai Nuannuan suddenly jumped out of bed and ran towards her Qingfeng Cliff without looking back.

The snow-colored fox tilted his head and barked at her in confusion.

"Ahem, um," Bai Nuannuan cleared her throat symbolically and looked at the fox with some embarrassment and expectation, "Do you know where to go from Qingfeng Cliff?"

Snow Fox:?

After being forced to follow for 10 minutes, the snow-colored fox lost patience and the place became larger. After Bai Nuannuan climbed up with a grunt, the fox jumped suddenly.

He casually pulled a cloud from the sky, soaring into the clouds and driving through the mist was a breeze.

Bai Nuannuan's eyes felt hot.

It's a pity that she is just a Qi practitioner now, and she can only escape light and fly after getting the golden elixir.

On the Qingfeng Cliff, the white sparrow, which was so anxious that it almost plucked out its fur, was standing listlessly on the branch of a tree.

"White Sparrow!"

Hearing the call, the white sparrow immediately raised its head, its eyes immediately lit up, and it chirped cheerfully.

Bai Nuannuan: I have never felt that the bird's chirping is so intimate.

One person and one bird, with tears in their eyes.

Four paws landed firmly on the soft grass, and the snow-colored fox leisurely licked and groomed his paws.

There was still confusion in a pair of fox eyes.

Is the relationship between a spiritual pet and its owner such a good one?

Oh, that's a lie.

Obviously its owner always wants to pluck its hair to make soup!

*

"The martial arts competition lasts for one stick of incense. If no one falls out of one stick of incense, both will lose."

Meng Qingrong's fingertips condensed, the incense burned, and the sound of the clock suddenly sounded.

The voice was filled with strong spiritual power and spread widely: "The martial arts performance begins."

The martial arts stage carved out of spiritual stone also has a protective formation, and it will not stop it until it is a matter of life and death.

The light of the sword was like the stirring of a swimming dragon, the sword flowers were flying, and they were entangled with the flexible long whip, making a roaring sound.

The desire to win in each disciple's heart was ignited one after another, and spiritual power surged everywhere, so powerful that it almost covered the sky.

Feng Qingyao just looked at it like this, feeling the sharp sword energy that seemed to be invisible, and she took a few steps back in fright, her face turned pale.

Meng Qingrong, who noticed her movements, furrowed his brows and started thinking about Banjiao again.

"Seventh Junior Sister, since you have become a disciple of Master, you should have practiced together with other fellow apprentices to gain qualifications before you are qualified to enter the Sutra Pavilion."

"What's so scary about this? I remember when I first met my junior sister that day, her face remained unchanged even when faced with the demonic fire."

As he said that, Meng Qingrong's face showed a rare confusion.

The speaker had no intention of listening, but Liang Qing, who had been bickering with Wu Qinglan, glanced in Feng Qingyao's direction.

He glanced again at the senior brother who had been sitting silently on his head since he came just now.

Tiandao Palace has always been wearing snow-white brocade robes, but for its status, the hem and cuffs of the clothes are finely tattooed with silver dark flowers.

Her black hair was tied up, her face was as handsome as a white jade sculpture, her eyes were like a deep pool, and her expression was cold, not causing any disturbance to the situation on their side.

This question immediately choked Feng Qingyao's words.

He took two steps forward timidly and timidly, and whispered timidly: "This is the first time I have seen this kind of competition, senior brother."

This will make Meng Qingrong unable to deal with it.

In his eyes, the competition was so ordinary. How could it be so scary?

The one on the left wielding the sword has flaws in his slow movements.

Just like a child playing around, without any words or deeds.

After all, he was thinking of his junior sister who was just starting out, so Meng Qingrong didn't embarrass her too much.

He just said: "Although you are a musical instrument cultivator, you must not forget some basic mental skills and sword skills."

"Since you are not familiar with it, then starting from tomorrow, you will be like them, get up and practice at the same time."

Time!

Feng Qingyao's pale face turned even paler.

She tried to struggle: "Third senior brother, my foundation is weak. Can you find a senior brother or sister to teach me alone?"

Feng Qingyao is very confident in her face.

The standard white lotus face will make anyone look at it with pity.

But no one told her that Meng Qingrong was old-fashioned and serious, and that was the last thing he liked.

But he didn't think the offer was bad.

After pondering for a moment, Meng Qingrong said: "Since you are serious about learning, then so be it. You go to the study hall to find me at Yinshi every day, and I will teach you personally."

Yinshi!

Feng Qingyao's face was as pale as earth. Wasn't this just shooting herself in the foot?