After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

Wen Qingyu picked up a bottle of the least precious pills, ate one in front of her, and then put everything back to her.

"Master, I'm fine. I'll be fine after taking the pills. I'll go back and meditate to recuperate. It's nothing serious."

Chu Chaozhao looked at him persistently: "Really?"

"Of course." Wen Qingyu smiled and touched her hair again. At this moment, she did not avoid him, nor did she reject him at all. "My master is a ninth-level immortal cultivator. It's just a purple thunder."

Chu Chaozhao met those eyes that showed compassion for all living beings but were extremely gentle at this moment. Her eyes darkened, as if she had made a decision.

He stood up and was about to hug her, but Chu Chaozhao refused.

Just when Wen Qingyu was about to say something, the soft little hand was stuffed into his big hand.

Wen Qingyu lowered his head in surprise, looked at the little hand in his hand, and then looked at her.

Chu Chaozhao's eyes flickered and he turned his head away quickly, not looking at him.

Wen Qingyu saw her red little face, turned his head away, and laughed softly, but stopped in an instant.

The little cub was very sensitive about her appearance, so he should stop teasing her.

This is the first step, the first step that their little Zhaozhao takes towards them, and it is a good thing.

He swallowed the fishy sweetness that overflowed from his throat and looked down at the ring.

Jun Fengshan then took a step forward and said, "What are your plans for today's competition, Chu Chaozhao of Guiyun Sect and Zhuge Fusheng of Suiqiong Sect?"

Before the two people being questioned could speak, Nie Daoxu hurriedly said, "What else can we do? Of course we have to compete again. Is it a draw?"

There was a warning in his eyes when he looked at Zhuge Fusheng.

Today, Ye Yun has been destroyed. Zhuge Fusheng is his last trump card and he absolutely cannot lose again. The first place in the competition must be from the Suiqiong Sect!

Zhuge Fusheng naturally saw his warning. He turned his head to look at Chu Chaozhao who was being led, took a step forward and bowed to Jun Fengshan.

"Master Jun, I lost today's competition. There is no need to compete again."

"What!" Nie Daoxu slammed his chair and stood up, shouting, "Zhuge Fusheng! What are you doing! This concerns the honor of the Suiqiong Sect, how can you act recklessly!"

Zhuge Fusheng lowered his eyes, concealed his envy, and said nothing more.

Although the opponent is very young, he is the most valuable opponent he has ever met. He naturally longs to fight against him a few more times to improve his own cultivation.

But a competition is a competition, and losing is losing. At the beginning, the opponent’s cultivation was not as high as his, but he was still able to match him. Now that the opponent has entered the third level, he is no match at all.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Nie Daoxu lowered his head and remained silent.

Silence! Silence again!

Although Zhuge Fusheng is talented, he is a stubborn person, just like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard!

Too lonely! Just a monster!

He was furious and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Jun Fengshan.

Jun Fengshan smiled with just the right amount of smile on his face: "Sect Master Nie, although we are fighting on behalf of the sect, we must also respect the personal opinions of our disciples."

Zhuge Fusheng bowed his head, held the sword and bowed to Chu Chaozhao: "Next time, I will definitely beat you!"

Chu Chaozhao was rarely polite to a disciple of the Suiqiong Sect, and even pulled out his hand to return the greeting: "I'll wait for you to fight!"

After receiving the reply, Zhuge Fusheng said goodbye to Wen Qingyu politely with some respect on his face, and without waiting for Nie Daoxu to say anything else, he left the stage alone.

At that time, he knew what consequences this decision would bring to him, but he still did it without any hesitation or fear.

On the contrary, when he passed by the little cub, he didn't even take a closer look at the scene where the little cub turned around and put his hand into the hands of the highly respected man.

Zhuge Fusheng retracted his gaze, tightened his grip on the sword, raised his head and calmly walked off the stage.

And what about Chu Chaozhao?

At this moment, her mind and eyes were filled with her master who had suffered a thunder tribulation. She did not think about what kind of complicated future she, him, and they would have.

Looking back at today's encounter many years later, Chu Chaozhao smiled and thought that this predetermined fate was not so bad after all.

As expected, in the audience stand below the arena, some of the people from the Suiqiong Sect started cursing when they saw this, but they cursed in a low voice so it was hard to hear who they were cursing.

After this incident, all the challengers behind this stage voluntarily admitted defeat, leaving themselves the opportunity to challenge other stages.

After this incident, Wen Qingyu seemed worried and carried Chu Chaozhao to the high platform.

Wen Xianyun and several elders gathered around worriedly, but before they could ask anything, Wen Qingyu raised his hand and everyone retreated.

Wen Xianyun suppressed all his worries, didn't show it on his face, and watched the competition on the ring leisurely.

No matter how anxious he was at the moment, he knew that this was not the time to ask too many questions. Although the people below seemed to be unintentional, in fact many of them were watching covetously. Once they discovered something, there would be an uproar, so his senior brother could not reveal any flaws.

As he expected, the people from the surrounding sects all had different thoughts and were secretly observing Wen Qingyu.

The Nine-Day Purple Thunder Tribulation is not just a trivial tribulation. It will result in either cripple or death. Is it really true that Venerable Bai Qing is not at all harmed?

Is the powerful being of the Ninth Heaven really that powerful?

Chu Chaozhao and Wen Qingyu sat side by side. The warmth of Nuanyu rushed into her body and flowed throughout her body, relieving the discomfort caused by the lightning. However, she had no time to care about these things. She tilted her head and stared at the person beside her persistently.

Her round black eyes were motionless. The little paper doll that had jumped out at some point also imitated her and sat on her shoulders with its legs hanging naturally. It sat very properly and tilted its head to look at the person beside it.

It's hard to ignore being stared at by two cute little people, one big and one small.

Wen Qingyu sighed helplessly, chuckled, turned around, took out an exquisite pillow from the space and placed it behind her, then reached out and helped her lean against himself.

"Get some sleep."

The sudden intimate action made Chu Chaozhao, who was leaning on him, stunned for a moment. She was about to look up when a laughing voice sounded beside her.

"I have a pill called the Nine-Life Pill, which is an eighth-grade, top-grade pill that can cure all kinds of injuries caused by thunder tribulations."

Hearing this, many people were shocked.

Grade eight, or top grade elixir!

He didn't lower his voice deliberately, so everyone who was paying attention to this side heard it.

What happened today? The two venerables were really generous, giving away eighth-grade elixirs at will.

Before others could react, Chu Chaozhao slid down from the chair and walked towards Jun Qiyan.

Jun Qi Yan stared at the little cub walking towards him with a smile in his eyes.

Hooked.

Chu Chaozhao bowed, his innocent eyes full of earnestness and sincerity: "Please state the conditions, Your Excellency."