When I transform into Marvel, I also want to be the overlord

"Uncle Master, the master invites you to come and observe the ceremony."

"What's the matter?"

"Sect competition." Although the waiter has always been in charge of her affairs, he rarely sees her.

Therefore, if she is familiar with her, no leader is familiar with her yet.

However, he knew that this uncle's character was very cold, even indifferent, and nothing seemed important to her.

The reason why I stay here is just because I can practice here, nothing more.

In fact, he is not the only one who feels this way, the leader also feels the same way.

That's why I bothered her from time to time, trying to make her feel a sense of belonging to the sect. For every sect, if the members do not have a sense of belonging, it will definitely be a huge loss to the sect.

Because you never know whether a high-level monk who has spent a lot of money to train will leave one day.

He didn't hear a reply for a while, and the waiter felt a little uneasy.

What's more, I have given up hope. In fact, I have experienced this kind of thing many times. The reply he got every time was rejection, so he was still standing here, just wanting to get a definite rejection.

Because he got it, he could reply to the leader.

"Wait."

When these two words came out, the waiter was stunned for a while before he reacted.

This time I was not rejected. Although I was surprised, I still stayed outside the mountain obediently.

About a quarter of an hour later, the barrier in front of him suddenly disappeared, and a female cultivator wearing a white flowing cloud skirt walked out leisurely.

The waiter quickly lowered his head. It was actually a very lucky thing to serve this great uncle. He was originally just a monk with five spiritual roots. His spiritual roots had many impurities and his understanding was not good. However, because this uncle did not take the elixirs, the elixirs were almost always given to him as a reward. Therefore, in nearly twenty years, his cultivation was pushed to the foundation-building stage by the elixirs.

And because there were times when she had discussions with the leader and he didn't let him avoid it, even though he didn't understand what they were saying. Over time, I also gained a lot of benefits.

"Lead the way." After she entered the sect, she almost never left her cave.

Next to this floating peak was the main hall where the leader lived. Of course, she knew that was all.

The waiter quickly took out his sword and stepped on it quickly.

Then he turned around and saw her slowly rising into the air with her hands behind her back. He almost staggered in fear before he could stabilize his sword.

"Disciple is scared." After stabilizing his body, he felt worried. This was considered very rude at this time.

She didn't dare to look up, so she didn't know if she was unhappy at this time.

"Lead the way." She actually didn't take it to heart. The reason why she agreed to come out was just because she wanted to come out for some air.

Although there seemed to be not enough time for her, it was not short of half an hour.

"Yes." The waiter stabilized his mind and ensured that he would not make any mistakes again before flying somewhere.

The competition is the most important event for every sect, because after the competition, the future destiny and direction of life of many people will be determined. The place for the competition is in the main peak. There is a huge competition venue in front of the main peak hall. It is already full of people and many disciples are there.

It was obviously the first time she had seen such a grand occasion, but she had a feeling that she was not surprised. As if he had experienced it countless times in his memory, he scanned it lightly. Finally, he stayed on a familiar face for two seconds before heading directly upward.

The leader was also surprised that she came back this time, but he was relieved because of it. I was afraid that she had never been willing to show up, but now that she showed up, it proved that her efforts were not in vain.

"Junior sister, it's really rare for me to come out here." The leader stood up and welcomed her to his side with a smile.

"Yes." She didn't salute, but glanced at the other person's face, which was still white-haired and childlike, and couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

What a face that can easily deceive people.

Because of the leader's actions, many people couldn't help but focus on her. Although they didn't dare to discuss it openly, most of them were guessing who this person was. A few people vaguely knew her identity, but within a quarter of an hour of private messaging, everyone knew it.

He held his head up and looked at the game that had started below.

They were two disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage. There were barriers on the field, the lights of swords, the sounds of weapons clashing and the sounds of spell attacks constantly floating in my ears.

The movements of the two people on the stage were unusually slow in her eyes, but she looked like they were watching them with gusto.

The leader next to him suddenly came over and said:

"Junior sister, how about we make a bet and see who of these two children will win?"

At this time, the situation on the field has generally become a bit brighter. In a fight between a man and a woman, although the woman's cultivation level is slightly higher, because she is a woman, her physical strength is still not as good as that of the male cultivator. Moreover, they are all still low-level monks, and most of them have exhausted their spiritual power after several rounds of soy beans.

Now it's just passing time.

"I think that male disciple will win." The leader was the first to finish, feeling rather complacent.

The waiter behind her glanced at the headmaster and quickly moved his gaze to the field. I don't know why, but I suddenly despise the master. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the male disciple has the upper hand in physical strength. At this time, the spiritual power in the female disciple's body has been exhausted, and she probably won't be able to hold on for a few moves.

"Female disciple." The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and her eyes were looking at the field without shifting her gaze at all.

The waiter and the head were slightly surprised.

The reason why the leader spoke was just to make her a little more lively, although he also knew that she had a cold temperament.

The waiter was surprised because he had an inexplicable sense of trust in her. Although they met for a short time, of course, he never dared to raise his head and look at her face. But every word she said seemed to come true.

Therefore, he quickly shifted his attention to the field again.

The female cultivator who had been forced to the edge of the high platform suddenly had a strange smile on her face. Although the sword was already attacking her face, her figure suddenly flashed slightly.

The long sword fell, but the female disciple's voice suddenly slowly disappeared.

"Not good." The male disciple just finished his words when he realized something was wrong.

He was suddenly kicked hard in the back, and then he fell directly downwards without any resistance.

At this point, the outcome has been decided.

The head was stunned, and the waiter looked at her with admiration.

The gong sounds and the game ends. She didn't even raise her eyelids. Too many things like this had happened over the years, and it seemed that anything she wanted could come true. Of course, it was too outrageous for her to try, but she seemed to have a golden tongue on this kind of thing.

As long as you say it out loud, or think so in your heart, it can come true. For her, these are secrets that cannot be uncovered. Only by improving her cultivation can she unlock some secrets.