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

"Third senior brother has to look after the other senior brothers and sisters on weekdays. How can I be so ignorant?"

Feng Qingyao was afraid of hearing any bad words from his mouth again, so she quickly stopped her. She turned her eyes slightly and landed on Fu Xianzhi, who was always sitting firmly on his head.

She endured the fear of him in her heart and put on an innocent and kind smile: "Why don't you just teach me, Senior Brother?"

Meng Qingrong was stunned for a moment and did not dare to agree casually: "This..."

Senior Brother has always thought that such things are complicated and useless, and most of all, indifferent.

However, these seven junior sisters were brought back by the senior brother in person, so perhaps there is a lot of fate among them.

Thinking of this, Meng Qingrong turned around and asked seriously: "What do you think, Senior Brother?"

Fu Xianzhi, who had almost reached the limit of his tolerance for the chirping sounds in his ears, glanced over with cold eyes, as if he had the courage to see through people's hearts.

Under this kind of gaze, Feng Qingyao couldn't hold back the smile on her face several times.

He squeezed his palms tightly and tried his best to keep his face as normal as possible, so as not to let this big devil see any flaws.

Fu Xianzhi raised his index finger and tapped the jade table, without saying a word, as if he was ignoring them.

But Meng Qingrong understood it.

He turned around and said with a serious expression: "Elder brother has so many things to do, how can the Seventh Junior Sister bother me with such a trivial matter?"

Feng Qingyao twitched the corners of her mouth.

She never expected that such an old-fashioned Third Senior Brother would actually be a fan of this big devil!

Liang Qing was amused.

Wu Qinglan, who was standing next to him, looked at it again and again, still puzzled, but with a guilty conscience and studious spirit, he asked curiously: "Why are you laughing?"

"Why do you care what I laugh at?"

Liang Qing pushed him away impatiently. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a very familiar figure and his expression changed immediately.

He waved to her from a distance, extremely excited: "Senior sister! Senior sister is over here!"

Originally, Bai Nuannuan was very embarrassed.

She is a Qi practitioner, and the majestic spiritual power of the martial arts stage is really too much for her.

She reached out and poked Bai Que standing on her shoulder, trying to return to her Qingfeng Cliff to continue paralyzing.

"Do I have to come?"

In response, Bai Que nodded to her very seriously and responsibly: "Yes, Master. Master Wuliang sent someone to tell you that Master, you are about to enter the world and you need to prepare well in these few days."

"In addition to various mental law books, there are also many elixirs and magic weapons in the Sutra Pavilion. The owner can choose by himself. Maybe there is a natal magic weapon!"

"And he's the kind who comes to you when he sees you shining brightly!"

Bai Nuannuan: "You seem to be a salesperson, do you know that?"

Bai Que's glass-like eyes turned and turned, looking very strange.

"Sister!"

Ok?

It’s the cutie Liang Qing!

Following the sound, Bai Nuannuan looked over and waved to her across the martial arts stage.

"Huh? Senior sister, why don't you come up from the bottom?"

Wu Qinglan popped up from beside Liang Qing. She couldn't turn her head around for a while and kept asking blankly.

This caused Liang Qing to glare at him on the spot: "If you can't speak, then don't speak!"

Why does this Fourth Senior Brother always poke scars on people?

Who doesn’t know that their second senior sister is a weak medicine cultivator!

Wu Qinglan, who was scolded for no reason: "???" How could this junior sister be so malicious!

Liang Qing was just about to fly off the martial arts stage when she felt a figure passing by. When she took a closer look, she silently retracted her stepped foot.

Behind him, the sky was full of spiritual energy fighting, and the noise was constant.

But it seemed like everything was fine for him.

Fu Xianzhi lowered his eyes and stared at her tightly, not missing the slightest change on her face. An almost breathless pressure filled the entire martial arts stage.

Even the disciples who were protected by the formation were affected, and their faces turned a little red.

Meng Qingrong frowned and waved his hands to make the junior brothers and sisters beside him feel better.

After suddenly remembering it, he looked down anxiously, but when he saw Bai Nuannuan, who looked as usual, the surprise on his face was obvious.

Second Senior Sister...when did she become so powerful?

But Bai Nuannuan himself said: "?"

Why is this uncle unhappy again?

She has this dead face that she hates.

According to etiquette, Bai Nuannuan had to salute him: "Elder brother."

He behaves elegantly, and no matter who comes, he can find no fault in it.

But in the past, Fu Xianzhi didn't pay attention to his nominal junior sister.

Her hair is as black as lacquer, her skin is like jade, her beautiful eyes are beautiful, and her every frown and smile reveal a tranquil and elegant charm, just like a peony in bud.

Beautiful but not delicate, gorgeous but not vulgar, charming but charming.

She is really the daughter who was pampered and raised by King Jinghou.

As if he suddenly realized that he was paying too much attention to her, a hint of irritation appeared between Fu Xianzhi's brows.

"After all these years, are you still a Qi practitioner?"

Lian·Bai Nuannuan·Qi was dissatisfied on the spot. Why are you still practicing cultivation discrimination these days?

As soon as I straightened up my small body, I met his cold and slightly mocking gaze, which instantly seemed to add fuel to the fire.

"Of course!"

Two words that are particularly sonorous and powerful.

Fu Xianzhi was silent for a rare moment. He didn't understand for a long time. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you quite proud of yourself?"

I haven’t eaten your rice, why do you care about me? !

I only dare to scold from the bottom of my heart.

Bai Nuannuan pouted, not wanting to discuss this with a talented player like him.

"Elder brother is a dragon and a phoenix among men. Naturally, he cannot be compared with the likes of me..."

The sudden feeling of suspension forced Bai Nuannuan to immediately hug Fu Xianzhi's waist.

A pair of eyes were widened by her, with a bit of surprise and fear.

Under his feet were disciples fighting with magic weapons.

She didn't react until the soles of her feet touched the ground.

Bai Nuannuan's expression suddenly became clear: She seemed to have flown, but she seemed not to have flown.

At this moment, a stick of incense burned out.

In the end, there were only five disciples left in each group of martial arts, and two of them were disqualified because they did not fall off the martial arts platform.

The dusty door of the Sutra Pavilion felt the call of the magic weapon and the spirit key, and the heavy door slowly opened.

Bai Nuannuan's feet touched the ground for less than half a minute.

She watched helplessly as Liang Qing ran toward her with a smile one second, and the next second she was thrown into the Scripture-Depository Pavilion by Fu Xianzhi.

Incidentally, there was a sentence of disdain from the cultivation genius.

"proud?"

Bai Nuanhua smiled.

Oh man.

You still don’t understand what it means for a woman to never give up!

The originally defeated disciples below let out excited monkey noises at this moment.

Woohoo, it’s a melon!

Meng Qingrong frowned, always feeling that something was not quite right.