Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Chapter 782 The obedient disciple comes into my arms 15

"Foul, huh."

The smile on Master Bixia's face disappeared instantly. She stood up, rolled her sleeves, and said seriously: "Someone did commit a foul in the competition just now."

"But it's not Feimian, it's you!"

Xie Xi's expression suddenly changed. He couldn't figure out what he had done and why it was a foul, so he hurriedly replied.

"What are you talking about? Why did I commit a foul?"

"It is not allowed to bribe fellow disciples to recruit people. This is written in the Xuantian Sect's rules! You have been here for so long and you haven't memorized it by heart?"

Master Bixia had no intention of telling this in public, but this young disciple actually dared to slap him down!

After saying these words, not only did Xie Xi's face turn pale instantly, but even the disciple who had been given the spirit stone by him was shaken.

It's over, and it was discovered after all.

Xie Xi took a deep breath and managed to steady his expression, "I don't know what the immortal master is talking about. I have never had any... bribery behavior."

But after all, he is still a bit young, and he feels guilty even if he lies, and anyone with a little bit of knowledge can see that.

Not to mention in front of this group of immortal masters who have lived for hundreds of years.

Luo Rongchang spoke first, "Since my disciple made a mistake, I will naturally take him back to the Sword Academy to teach him a lesson, so I won't bother Master Bixia."

"How can I dare to teach a disciple of the sect master?"

Master Bixia sneered and left with a puff of sleeves.

The mocking meaning of these words was too obvious. Luo Rongchang's face turned dark and he glared at Xie Xi, who was crying silently.

"Don't go back with me yet!"

This farce was over. Xie Xi did not get the first place as he wished, but was scolded. This was unacceptable to him, and he cried out of breath in Luo Yiping's arms.

On the other hand, Feimian went to get the reward for first place, and stuck to Jinchen and refused to let go, "Master, are you going somewhere else recently?"

Feimian discovered this matter a few days before the competition, but in order to prevent himself from wandering in his thoughts, he refrained from asking. After winning today, he could finally ask.

"I saw Master packing his luggage a few days ago. I also want to go with Master..."

Over the past few months, Feimian had already figured out his master, and now he curled his lips and acted coquettishly, but he was still half as fierce as he was on the ring just now.

"Master, please don't leave me..."

"That baggage is for you."

He had been fasting for many years, and he didn't need to sleep, so there was no need for so many things.

Unexpectedly, Feimian suddenly became anxious, and his delicate big eyes were instantly filled with mist, "Master, where are you sending me!"

Jinchen raised his hand in annoyance and thought, "Silly."

"I will take you to the Demon Tower for a trial, which will last for two years. You must not miss out on food and clothing."

Lowering his eyes to look at the little boy who immediately stopped pretending to cry, Jinchen pinched his ears again and said, "It's just thunder but no rain."

Feimian sniffed and blinked out a drop of rain.

"It's raining." He rubbed himself into the master's arms as if to please.

In addition to facing new disciples, this competition also has competitions with internal disciples from major departments, and the rankings will also be determined.

After all the competitions were completed, Luo Rongchang sent a notice the next day.

All the disciples on the ranking list this time must devote themselves to training for five years. The Star Observatory has calculated that the artifact will be released soon, just in five years.

At that time, everyone from many sects will go there, and they will definitely gain a lot and find opportunities.

Everyone wants to find an opportunity and practice smoothly from then on.

Therefore, all the disciples on the list are obsessed with practicing every day as if they were on a drug.

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"This is the Demon Tower...it's so tall!"

Feimian looked up from Jinchen's arms. The top of the tower towered into the clouds, and he couldn't see the end. His neck felt sore from looking up.

He tilted his head and turned to look at Jinchen.

"Master, what are we going to do?"

"The mutated dark spiritual roots can be used with non-traditional methods of cultivating immortals, so it is better to use them in actual combat."

Jin Chen rolled up his sleeves and took out the Tower-Opening Sword. Mysterious energy was cast into the sword, making a clanging sound, and the Demon Tower opened in response.

In an instant, thick black fog covered the sky and the earth, and Feimian could even hear the roars in the tower, full of resentment, as if they would rush out at any time.

He opened his eyes wide in surprise, shrank into Jinchen's arms, and whispered: "Master, do you want me to go in and fight with them?"

"The first three levels are all demons with low strength, which is also your goal in the past two years."

Jinchen carried him to the door, and the evil wind blew out, causing his clothes to fly.

"By opening up the first three floors, you will be able to build a foundation."

It took two years to open up three floors...

Feimian counted on his fingers, it should still be possible.

"it is good!"

He hugged Jinchen's neck and acted coquettishly, "Then Master will be waiting for me here."

"meeting."

Jinchen knew that he would definitely feel distressed, so he made a three-part agreement in advance, "If the pain is severe, ring the bell quickly."

He handed the calling bell to Feimian and warned again, "Safety comes first."

"I will, master, don't worry."

Feimian put away the bell, hugged Jinchen and took a big sip, "I will become very powerful!"

"Go."

Jinchen put the person down and watched him enter.

[Hey, the host should feel distressed! 】

0731 sigh.

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Facts have proved that Jinchen did feel distressed many times.

But Feimian's willpower and endurance are extraordinary.

If he was injured while fighting with a monster, he would deal with it immediately and get up to continue. But if Jinchen happened to be watching, the way he would handle it was completely different.

Feimian can only act like a baby to the master in a bitter manner.

As time passed, Jinchen tried his best to avoid appearing when Feimian was fighting.

Cold comes and summer comes, and the years grow older.

Two years later, Feimian completed the training on the first three floors four months ahead of schedule.

With Jinchen by his side, not only has he grown taller, but he is not as thin as before.

Two full years of actual combat had made him even more powerful than before. He also obeyed his master's words and suppressed his Dantian during these two years, without using any profound energy.

On the day he came out of the pagoda, Feimian sat under the protection of Jin Chen for three full days before turning the profound energy fluctuations in his Dantian into the power of his meridians.

It even jumped directly from the third level of the Qi Refining stage to the seventh level, which can be described as a qualitative ascent.

Jinchen had detected his Dantian. Although he was still in the weapon refining stage, his profound strength was already comparable to that of someone in the foundation building stage.

In the next three years, we need to stabilize our profound strength and strive to build a steady foundation.

"Master, give me a hug!"

Feimian, who is already fourteen years old, has grown a lot. His eyebrows are delicate and open, and his gaze is full of brilliance.

It was a little strange to hug her now, and her figure was not as petite as before, but Jinchen never mentioned it, and Feimian didn't think anything was wrong.

Snuggling into the familiar embrace, Feimian squinted his eyes and said softly, "Master, I'm finally going back."

"No hurry, go to Tianling Peak to get something."

Jinchen left the Demon Tower with the person in his arms, and suddenly felt a sight full of hatred and murderous intent. He stopped slightly, looked sharply at the top through the clouds.

His sight suddenly disappeared, as if he was scared.