Quick Wear: Heaven Always Favors Me

"Greetings to Lord Zhize." Jiang Yao stood up from her seat and saluted Xuanyuan Li.

When she saw Lu Qingyao, she also nodded slightly: "Junior Sister Lu."

Lu Qingyao first bowed to Qiu Wuji and Murong Zhao, then looked at Jiang Yao: "Hello, Senior Sister Jiang."

When Jiang Yao saluted, Xuanyuan Li's eyes couldn't help but fall on Jiang Yao. He was dazed for a moment, but soon looked away and sat down next to Qiu Wuji.

"I seemed to have heard the sect leader talking with the Lord of the Stars Xuyang about Luanhegu just now, so I came here uninvited, and I also wanted to know about Luanhegu." After Xuanyuan Li sat down, Lu Qingyao consciously poured him a cup of tea, and then stood behind Xuanyuan Li obediently.

Qiu Wuji frowned slightly. He came to Murong Zhao alone because he didn't want to publicize the matter. After all, the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

Xuanyuan Li noticed Qiu Wuji's silence. He lowered his eyes and asked calmly, "Master, are you worried that we won't be able to get a place in the secret realm of Luanhe Valley in five years?"

Qiu Wuji frowned and glanced at Xuanyuan Li, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. This matter was obviously kept secret very well, so why did Xuanyuan Li know about it?

He concealed the thoughts in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "It is true, so I came to discuss this matter with Zhao...Xuyang Xingjun."

Xuanyuan Li took a sip of the spiritual tea, paused and said: "Perhaps my disciple is a good choice."

Hearing this, Qiu Wuji looked at Lu Qingyao behind him, who smiled at him obediently.

Xuanyuan Li said bluntly: "With the mutant ice spirit root and excellent immortal bone, I will urge her to practice, and she will definitely be able to refine the golden elixir within five years."

Before Qiu Wuji could speak, Murong Zhao on the side sneered and said, "You are so good at showing off?"

He glanced at Lu Qingyao with disdain and said mercilessly: "Nothing more than that."

Lu Qingyao sensed the disdain and contempt in Murong Zhao's words, and a feeling of annoyance surged in her heart. Just as she was about to open her mouth to refute, Murong Zhao's murderous eyes flashed through her mind. She shuddered inexplicably and lowered her head without saying a word.

Xuanyuan Li frowned when he saw Murong Zhao actually humiliated him on the spot, and snorted coldly, "Could it be that Xuyang Xingjun has a better candidate?"

As he spoke, his eyes turned to Jiang Yao, his eyes were cold and even a little indifferent: "If Xuyang Xingjun protects his own disciples, I can understand, but gold is gold. Even if you coat a stone with a layer of gold, it is still just stone."

Murong Zhao did not get angry but laughed: "This is also applicable to Zhize Xingjun. After all, people who are blind will only pick up sesame seeds and throw away watermelons."

The two Star Lords spoke in an aggressive manner, and Qiu Wuji, who was among them, spoke at the right time: "There is no need for you two Star Lords to argue. I have already made a decision on this matter. The leader of Luanhe Valley will be handed over to the winner of this disciple competition."

He glanced at Xuanyuan Li and Murong Zhao and said, "If the two Star Lords want their disciples to qualify for this competition, they should work hard to win."

After saying that, Qiu Wuji took the peach blossom wine from Murong Zhao's hand. Before Murong Zhao could react, the figure disappeared on the platform.

Murong Zhao looked at his hand without the wine jug, and the first thing he reacted to was not to chase Qiu Wuji, but to subconsciously look at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao noticed Murong Zhao's gaze and knew what he meant.

She followed Murong Zhao's wishes and took another pot of wine and placed it on the table. She leaned over and whispered, "Master, there is not much wine left. Master, you should save some."

Murong Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "With you here, I don't have to worry about not having wine to drink."

The two people's voices were not deliberately suppressed, and in front of the immortal cultivators, their conversation was clear.

Lu Qingyao's eyes moved between Murong Zhao and Jiang Yao, and she suddenly said, "Xuyang Xingjun and Senior Sister Jiang have a really good relationship."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the other three people present turned to her.

Lu Qingyao realized that she had said something wrong and said hurriedly, "I'm sorry, I said something wrong. I hope Xingjun and Senior Sister won't blame me."

Jiang Yao is a senior sister who appears cold on the outside but is warm-hearted at heart, so naturally she would not blame Lu Qingyao.

But Murong Zhao was not like that. He sneered, "Before, I thought that although Zhize Xingjun's disciple was not very talented, at least he was polite. Now it seems that he is neither of the two."

Xuanyuan Li frowned and said, "You speak of a junior like this, don't you feel that you have lost your status as a Star Lord?"

"Identity?" Murong Zhao looked up at Xuanyuan Li, a hint of sarcasm on his lips. "You are the one who came here uninvited, and you volunteered to lead the team. You are also sitting on my exclusive high platform. Who is the host and who is the guest? Zhize Xingjun can't tell the difference?"

Xuanyuan Li's expression turned even colder when he heard this. He stood up and said, "I am sorry for bothering you. I hope that the disciple of Xuyang Xingjun can win the championship as the Xingjun wishes."

He spoke these words slowly and clearly in a sarcastic tone.

But Murong Zhao accepted it all: "Yaoyao, why don't you thank Zhize Xingjun for his blessing?"

Jiang Yao secretly laughed in her heart, thinking that Murong Zhao's ability to confront people was really amazing.

Seeing Xuanyuan Li's cold expression, she raised her hand and saluted, "Thank you, Lord Zhize. I will do my best in the competition."

The master and the disciple sang in unison, and Xuanyuan Li left the platform with an extremely ugly look on his face. He walked so fast that Lu Qingyao had to jog to barely keep up with him.

As soon as Xuanyuan Li left, Murong Zhao cast a Qingchen Jue on the entire platform and muttered, "The air is stale since he came."

Jiang Yao also used a spell to clean the cup that was touched by Master Xuanyuan. After hearing Murong Zhao's angry words, she said calmly: "Master, if I don't win the first place, you will lose face."

Murong Zhao raised his eyebrows upon hearing this and said, "I have an estimate of your strength. You are much better than that Lu Shi."

"However," he patted Jiang Yao's head with his broad palm and said, "even if you don't get the first place, I won't blame you."

Jiang Yao's mind was moved. Just when she was about to promise that she would win the championship, Murong Zhao suddenly smiled and said, "But Master's treasure house will never be opened for you again."

Jiang Yao:......

Haha, I really can’t have any expectations on Murong Zhao.

Jiang Yao also replied: "Master, you will never see the wine brewed by your disciple and the spiritual food made by your own hands again."

Only when she saw the smile on Murong Zhao's face froze did Jiang Yao feel refreshed both physically and mentally.

The first day's competition ended quickly, and after the first day's competition, only half of the thousand inner disciples remained.

The first match of the second day was her competition with Lu Qian, the eldest disciple of Hongguang Xingjun.