Forced Vest [Rebirth]

The name Lan Qingshuang sounds very poetic, but Lan Qingshuang herself is a bold and unruly showman.

Mr. Kunlun, who was praised by his master, rubbed his nose.

Lan Qingshuang slapped Mr. Kunlun on the head:

"Disciple, your master, I deliberately let this martial arts competition be held in Kunlun Xianzhou, just to let my apprentice surprise everyone with your skills and overwhelm everyone. The leader of this martial arts competition, who else can I give you?" Get up and beat the other monks!"

Mr. Kunlun: "...OK."

Feng Zhiyuan expressed shock.

The two masters and apprentices, one who dares to praise and the other who dares to be praised, have a better relationship than his master and him!

Feng Zhiyuan didn't see it, Ming Tan on the side turned his face silently, and raised his hands to cover his eyes as if he couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Kunlun-jun's avatar is the avatar that Qu Yunzhen can use as much as possible, so Kunlun-jun's cultivation base has only reached the golden core stage. As for the reason why he doesn't want to enter this avatar...

It is due to Lan Qingshuang's dazzling and crazy characteristics, harmony, and the special blood of the body itself.

Feng Xuzhi's body and body were created back then, fused with the blood of the beast. Therefore, when his consciousness was transferred to the body and body, his personality and abilities would also be affected by the blood of the body and body.

For example, Mingtan's subdivision and body Buddha nature are very strong, while Kunlun Jun's characteristics are actually a bit of a pitfall for the body.

Before he had time to say a few words to Feng Zhiyuan, Mr. Kunlun was carried by Lan Qingshuang for a walk in front of each of Lan Qingshuang's acquaintances.

At this time, the teams of each Immortal Continent were settled. Invited by Lan Qingshuang, several true immortals who had not retreated were also invited to Kunlun Mountain, and they were placed in the Kunlun Immortal Mansion at this time.

Lan Qingshuang took Kunlun Jun to visit the fairy houses one by one.

Penglai Mountain Immortal Mo Yaozi played chess with a few disciples, and Lan Qingshuang came to visit, and said triumphantly as soon as he entered the door:

"Mo Yaozi, come and see, this is my talented little apprentice, named Xie Kunlun, Taoist name Kunlun Lord!"

"The disciple has seen the Venerable."

Lord Kunlun salutes the real chess player.

Lan Qingshuang laughed, and rubbed her hands together: "My apprentice is presenting to you, you are a majestic immortal, and you have a lot of good things in your hand, don't you mind?"

Mo Yaozi raised his white eyebrows, and his eyes paused on Mr. Kunlun wiping his forehead: "I see that Mr. Kunlun has an unusual hobby for treasures. It just so happens that my Penglai Xiandao is rich in orbs, so I will give you a box of special orbs to Mr. Kunlun as a gift." Let's meet and greet."

Mo Yaozi took out a one-foot-square jade box from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Mr. Kunlun.

Mr. Kunlun accepted a box of Dongzhu, the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled openly: "Thank you, my lord."

After receiving the gift, Lan Qingshuang immediately said: "Mo Yaozi, let me tell you, my little apprentice, with such talent and blood, must be the leader of this competition!"

Daoist Penglai's face twitched, wishing to get back the gift he gave immediately: "This kid is indeed extraordinary, but to be the leader of the competition, brother Qingshuang, aren't you a little too conceited?"

Lan Qingshuang raised her beard when she heard the words: "Conceited? I, Lan Qingshuang, am just telling the truth. How can an honest person like me be conceited?"

The white-bearded Taoist chuckled: "Thousands of years ago, brother Qingshuang and I participated in the competition together. At that time, brother Qingshuang also vowed to win the leader. As a result, I competed with you several times, and brother Qingshuang lost every time. In my hands, if you say that brother Qingshuang is the leader, of course you are talking big, no one can match."

When the old story was mentioned, Lan Qingshuang blew out her beard and stared: "Yes, every time I lose to you, but, Mo Yaozi, tell me, did you win in the end? Didn't you get the leader too, look Take your pride!"

"My good disciple can help me avenge this time, and beat those disciples of yours to pieces!"

Mo Yaozi shook his head when he heard the words, while the disciples of Penglai Mountain behind him looked at Mr. Kunlun with delicate expressions.

Mr. Kunlun swiped open the glittering golden fan, raised his eyebrows and smiled at the disciples of Penglai Mountain: "Since it is the order of the master, the disciple will of course defeat all the senior brothers and sisters one by one. Senior brothers and sisters, I accept it!"

Disciple of Mount Penglai: The two masters and apprentices are so shameless!

Mo Yaozi's face twitched, he glanced at Mr. Kunlun, then at Lan Qingshuang, who was smiling, and said very kindly: "I see, Lan Qingshuang, among your apprentices, this is the only one who has won your true biography."

Lan Qingshuang's other apprentices are quite shameless, only this one is in the same tune as Lan Qingshuang - shameless.

Lan Qingshuang laughed, and led her disciples to the Tiantu Island True Immortal's cave.

The true fairy of Tiantu Island is named Alina, a tall woman with red hair and red eyes, graceful posture, red curly hair hanging down, wearing pure gold peacock feathers inlaid with various gemstones on her head, and wearing a golden gauze skirt, Lying lazily on the white tiger leather chair, a few topless disciples were fanning her with feather fans in hand.

Lan Qingshuang begged to see her, but Alina opened the door with a wave.

"Alina, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, you look younger and more beautiful."

Lan Qingshuang said with a smile when she entered the door.

Alina rolled her eyes: "Lan Qingshuang, I would be happy if you praised me for my advanced cultivation. Now, you are like those ordinary people who only see the beauty and ugliness of people's appearance. You are really superficial."

As Alina said that, her glazed eyeballs rolled, and when she saw Mr. Kunlun following Lan Qingshuang, her eyes lit up.

"Where did this little guy come from, look at how handsome this little guy is, come here quickly, let this deity take a good look at it!"

Lan Qingshuang, who was choked by Alina just after entering the door, immediately said:

"You are like those ordinary people who only see the beauty and ugliness of people's appearance. You are really superficial."

Alina waved her hand in displeasure: "I didn't talk to you, a bad old man, the deity is talking to the little cutie."

Lord Kunlun smiled, and bowed: "Disciple Kunlun Mountain, Lord Kunlun, I have met the Venerable."

"Mr. Kunlun? Tsk tsk, it's a pity to be the disciple of such a bad old man as Lan Qingshuang."

Disappointed, Alina took a peacock feather made of pure gold from Kunlun's bag and threw it to Mr. Kunlun: "Look at your cute child, this is a gift from the uncle."

Jun Kunlun grinned and put away the golden feather.

Lan Qingshuang rubbed her hands: "Alina, your Tiantu is rich in gold and gemstones. It's really stingy to give you a feather. My disciple likes glittering fans, why not... hehehe!"

"...You old thief is really greedy. Anyway, who told me that Tiantu has the most common things that can't improve your cultivation? I just forged a golden bird feather fan. Give it to this kid!"

Alina said in distaste, but she really took out a shiny golden fan and threw it to Lan Qingshuang.

Lan Qingshuang put away her fan and said with a smile: "Alina, I brought my apprentice to the door to show you that I am the leader of this competition, your apprentice, With my disciples, they don't even get beaten, you all have to be mentally prepared."

Alina frowned when she heard the words: "Dare to impress the deity, return the fan of the deity, it's a waste for you old man!"

Seeing that Alina got angry, Lan Qingshuang took the disciple's feet to apply oil, walked out, and said with a smile: "How can you take back what was given to you?"

The two of them walked out of the cave, and a shiny golden object struck towards the back of Lan Qingshuang's head with spiritual energy. Lan Qingshuang raised her hand to catch it, and found that it was the pure gold bracelet on Alina's wrist. She put the bracelet away with a smile up.

Jun Kunlun stood beside his master and raised his hand: "Master, the fan my master gave me is mine."

Lan Qingshuang immediately showed what is meant by plastic mentorship: "How can the things Alina gave you be yours? Just keep your golden feathers away."

Kunlun Jun squinted his eyes: "Master, I have the blood of Pixiu, I have no gold and silver food, and I am hungry. If I make a mistake in the competition, I will not be able to win the championship, and I will let the master lose face..."

When Lan Qingshuang heard this, her face twitched and she looked at her apprentice.

Mr. Kunlun narrowed his eyes.

Lan Qingshuang reluctantly took out the pure gold fan, and handed it to Kunlun Jun with a heartbroken face.

"Blood of Pixiu, you Pixiu, you only know how to swallow gold and eat jade, why can't you attract wealth and happiness, your master and I are so poor! I brought you back, but I hope you will let Kunlun's wealth flow, how did you know that your blood is so impure? , I miscalculated for my teacher!"

Mr. Kunlun put away the original fan, and immediately replaced it with a pure golden bird feather fan, fanned it, and said with a smile: "When the disciple breaks through the alchemy and becomes a baby, and the blood of Pixiu is purified, it will naturally attract wealth and treasure. Master, you are not at a loss. Don't worry. What."

Lan Qingshuang took his apprentice to visit the other true immortals again, brazenly begged for some gifts, and stabilized the hatred of the true immortals and the disciples of each faction, the master and apprentice left satisfied .

When the sect contest opened the next day, all the cultivators felt their eyes were going to be blinded when they saw Mr. Kunlun.

I saw the young man following behind Lan Qingshuang to welcome the guests from various factions. He was wearing a cassock made of gold silk, holding a pure gold bird feather fan inlaid with jewels. , the forehead is in the style of golden auspicious clouds inlaid with golden east beads, Kunlun Jun's whole body is shining with golden light, standing in the sun, emitting a dazzling light.

Mr. Kunlun waved his fan, followed behind Lan Qingshuang to greet visitors from all directions, smiled broadly, glanced down, saw Feng Zhiyuan with a serious face, and waved to Feng Zhiyuan in a good mood.

Qu Xiaoyan, who was not far from Feng Zhiyuan, was startled, and turned to look at Feng Zhiyuan: "Martial nephew, you actually know that flamboyant golden peacock spirit?"

"...He is Kunlun Lord, a disciple of Kunlun Mountain, not a peacock spirit."

Feng Zhiyuan was silent for a while, then replied.

Jianxiu raised his eyes to look at Jun Kunlun who was looking up at the shining golden head, and suddenly felt that what Qu Xiaoyan said was quite right—the other party really had a subtle resemblance to Brother Mingtan's white peacock.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhiyuan couldn't help looking at Ming Tan and his party not far away.

Feng Zhiyuan thought that Mingtan seemed to be in ill health yesterday, so he was a little worried, but seeing Mingtan at this moment, the Tsing Yi Buddhist cultivator had returned to normal, and he was talking to the little monks around him with a smile. In the name of the holy monk.

Ming Tan and Kunlun Jun are two completely opposite types of people.

Mr. Kunlun swaggered for a while, attracting the attention of almost all the disciples. Fortunately, he didn't continue to swagger, because the sect competition had begun.