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Damn, why can't I lose today...

Yin Ning buried his face in the cold water, trying to calm himself down.

This time, the selection meeting is strictly based on the principle of the same-level competition to arrange opponents. The overall strength of the Qi refining period is not strong, but he is obviously full of water, why can't he lose even once?

"Little brother, are you masturbating yourself?" The second senior brother happened to pass by, and exaggeratedly called out, "It's winter now, be careful."

Yin Ning wiped his face, looked up at him, and suddenly put on a decadent look, "Second Senior Brother, I seem to be sick."

"Okay, don't pretend, you've already entered the knockout round." The second senior brother resentfully said, "Mister senior sister unfortunately encountered a strong opponent just now, and she has already lost the battle. Now you are the only seedling left in the whole branch, how can you Be sure to live up to your expectations, and don't disappoint Master's expectations."

What?Even the eldest sister lost, so what kind of luck did he have to get all the way to the finals?

Yin Ning was terrified, and stared confusedly: "But I'm really sick, and I feel uncomfortable all over."

"Then I'll ask Master to show you." It's rare for the second senior brother who used to be mean-spirited not to gloat, probably because he was hit by the heavy reality difference during the competition.

The headmaster was accompanying many fellow disciples on the competition stage to reminisce about the old days. The young disciples on the stage were full of youthful vigor and vigor. Review it.

While chatting happily, suddenly his second apprentice came over and reported reluctantly: "Master, the younger brother seems to be sick."

Master Yuqing stopped drinking tea.

"How could you get sick after only a while?" The headmaster stood up nervously and apologized to everyone present, "I'll excuse you first."

"It's just that he said he was not feeling well." The second senior brother pouted, "I don't know if it's just pretending..."

"Ning'er was finally selected, so there can be no accidents." Thinking of this, the head of the sect became faster and faster, and arrived in front of Yin Ning's room in no time.

"Master..." Yin Ning lay on the bed and pretended to be dead.

With a pair of warm hands resting on his veins, Yin Ning blinked, and the master frowned suspiciously, "It's strange, it's not a serious illness..."

The head of the sect looks like a very kind middle-aged uncle, the type who spoils juniors at first sight, Yin Ning curled up unconsciously, and looked at him pitifully, "But I'm really uncomfortable."

"Ning'er, good boy." The headmaster stretched out his hand and patted his head soothingly, "I see that you might be too nervous after a few competitions, but in fact, you don't need to have such a heavy burden in your heart, as long as you do your best. "

Yin Ning said with a bitter face: "Then I... am too nervous, can I not go tomorrow?"

"No." The headmaster turned cold, and then smiled kindly, "You should be more determined to forge ahead at a young age, and you can't shrink back just because of a little pressure."

"Oh." Yin Ning lowered his head unhappily, "The disciple knows."

"As a teacher, I have always been very clear that your potential is not inferior to the people of this sect." The head encouraged him, "There are many unexpected situations during the competition, and winning or losing is just a matter of thought. Even if you really lose, as a teacher I won't blame you."

"Huh, pretending to be sick." The second senior brother made a face and left behind the head.

"Pretending to be sick won't work. Do I have to admit defeat tomorrow..." Yin Ning sighed and fell headlong into the pillow.

With a sound of "squeak", the door that had just been closed was quietly opened, Yin Ning's heart skipped a beat, and she saw a straight figure standing upright outside the door.

"Yu...Uncle Qing?" Yin Ning trembled at the end of his voice, watching helplessly as the tall shadow of the other party gradually enveloped him.

"sick?"

There was almost no time for him to react, Yin Ning's wrist was already grabbed, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he wanted to shake off the hand that restrained him reflexively.

Master Yuqing's cultivation was unfathomable, his hands were like iron tongs, Yin Ning hoarse, trying to cry out for help, "Master...Master..."

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Master Yuqing squinted his eyes, and his slender fingers gradually moved down. Yin Ning only felt that the hand seemed to be undergoing an anatomy operation. His dantian.

hard.

Master Yuqing paused for a moment, realizing that he was touching solid armor, and raised his sleeves slightly, trying to untie Yin Ning's neckline.

"Ah..." Yin Ning subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, but unfortunately it was of no use at all. Those hands deftly unbuttoned his clothes inch by inch, revealing the white and tender skin inside.

Master Yuqing breathed lightly, took off the armor on his body, and poked the side of his belly with warm fingertips.

"Hmm..." There seemed to be a hot current pouring into the dantian, Yin Ning's face was slightly scalded, and he cried out uncontrollably.

"Is it better?" Master Yuqing resisted the urge to hug him, and gently rubbed his back with the other hand, "After several competitions, it is common for the spiritual power in the body to not flow smoothly."

After doing it for a while, Yin Ning's originally pale face gradually turned rosy, Master Yuqing withdrew his spiritual power in satisfaction, and helped him fasten the buttons, "It's all right now."

"Thank you uncle." Yin Ning said weakly.

"Take a good rest." Master Yuqing hesitated for a moment, put a bottle of something into his palm, "If you still feel uncomfortable, you can eat this."

……

"Scared me."

Yin Ning got up from the bed in shock, staring blankly at the things in his hand.

It must be a good thing given by Yuqing's identity.

It's a pity that he doesn't want to use it at all, after all, this is the boss who is destined to fight against his father in the future.

"Why does he care about me so much? Did he find out something?"

Yin Ning recalled the actions of Master Yuqing just now, and couldn't help thinking carefully, "I have won so many games today for no reason, so it must be him who hindered it?"

You must know that people with high cultivation level want to manipulate people with low cultivation level, just like humans play with ants.

"I'm on the side of Zhimai. Although the master's strength is not as good as him, I can still be regarded as his senior brother in name. He still dare not touch me." Yin Ning suddenly realized this serious problem, "If I come to this sect, This is his territory, he can do to me whatever he wants."

Yin Xuechen has always been pure and pure, and she is also the eldest lady of a famous family. Suddenly, an illegitimate child is born out of wedlock, which affects the face of the entire sect and family.

His birth is undoubtedly unwelcome, and only the silly and sweet father never considered this issue.

"It doesn't matter, I will admit defeat on the spot tomorrow and see what he can do to me."

Yin Ning made up his mind, and stopped pretending to be sick, and went to the competition platform early the next morning to reserve a seat.

"Junior brother is in good spirits today, it seems that he is very confident." The elder sister teased with a smile.

"Senior sister, can I take a look at the list of today's competition?"

With the lessons from yesterday, Yin Ning felt that he should know the opponents he would meet in advance.

"Here." The elder sister handed over the list, Yin Ning looked down, and there was a name called "Liu San" written in the first column.

Why is this name so familiar...

Yin Ning tried hard to think back, and finally remembered that this name appeared in the original novel. This character had a crush on Yin Xuechen, and for this reason, he even made a fool of Chu Tianyue.

#Everyone who bullies my father must die#

There was a trace of fighting spirit in Yin Ning's eyes. Anyway, there was more than one competition today, so he could wait until the end to admit defeat.

On the competition stage, swords were flying, and various spells were dazzling. In a blink of an eye, it was Yin Ning's turn to play, holding a flaming whip in his hand.

Logically speaking, the Fire Whip should be wielded by the fire-type spirit root to be the most powerful, but since he was trying to help Chu Tian get angry, this S-shaking weapon was the most suitable for the setting.

Come on, my big whip is hungry and thirsty!

Yin Ning walked up to the stage with a face full of excitement. Master Yuqing looked at the light in his eyes and couldn't help being stunned. Unlike yesterday's news of sabotage, this child is quite lively today, with a still immature figure. Holding a fiery red whip, it seems to reveal infinite vitality...

"Junior Brother Yin, I watched your competition yesterday, and you played very well." Liu San looked polite, completely unable to see the setting of the sinister villain in the original book.

"Stop talking nonsense, come on." Yin Ning flicked the flaming whip in his hand, his tender palm seemed to be almost flushed.

"Senior Brother, you're welcome." Liu San's expression changed, and the ground under Yin Ning began to shake.

This is a sign of the activation of earth spells.

Yin Ning's eyeballs rolled around, and with the help of spiritual power, he bounced aside, and the position he was standing on had already exploded.

"Very powerful." Yin Ning muttered, and suddenly flicked his whip, taking advantage of the chaos to attack the opponent.

"Hmm!" Liu San's hair was twitched suddenly, and there was a burning mark at the end of his nose. It turned out that his hair had been scorched by the fire power contained in the fire whip.

"Let you piss on my father..." Yin Ning thought to himself, chasing and pumping more and more, Liu San was forced by him to take a few steps back, not far from the out-of-bounds range.

"Junior Brother Yin is too aggressive." Liu San's eyes darkened, probably because he was really aroused, and he condensed the spiritual power of his whole body into the palm of his hand.

"That's a forbidden spell!" The headmaster was originally watching happily in the audience, but his eyes suddenly froze.

The so-called forbidden spell is a life-saving method passed down from the master to the disciples. It is powerful and has the danger of backlash. It will not be used rashly unless it is absolutely necessary.

I rub.

Yin Ning was keenly aware of the danger, and took a few steps back, the wind in his ears suddenly stopped, he raised his eyes in astonishment, and saw Master Yuqing standing in front of him.

That Liu San's hand hit Master Yuqing so firmly.

"A mere selection meeting, facing your fellow disciples, do you need to use the forbidden spell?" The real person Yuqing's voice was slightly angry, and he threw Liu San to the ground, "You are not qualified to participate in this competition."

Following him, he turned around suddenly, as if comforting a frightened animal, he hugged the stunned Yin Ning, "It's all right."

Reverend Yuxuan watched from the audience so much that his eyes almost popped out, junior brother, are you out of your mind, and you still need to use your body to block the forbidden spell you used during the Qi refining period?

However, no one heard the cry in his heart. Many disciples looked at the real Yuqing who bravely rescued the little Zhengtai with adoring eyes. A man who loves children will not have a bad reputation.