[Transmigration Book] Master Cannon Fodder is so tired every day!

The white light suddenly rose, and several defensive beams of light below rose, and then spread to the surroundings like water mist.The disciples participating in the competition followed the guidance of the light and formed a hollow circle around the martial arts platform, which was colorful and full of vitality.

But He Huanzi didn't pay attention to her disciples at all, and continued to look in the direction of the fairy gate stand with her head poked.

Dongfang Jibai was the most sensitive, and his face turned black when he sensed the inexplicable sight, and He Huanzi could only withdraw his restless little eyes when he saw this.

Hey, if I can spend some time with this beauty, this life will be worth it.He Huanzi could only hold the beauty under her body wantonly in her heart, and her desire to support his body reacted.

Fortunately, everyone was sitting on the ground, and there was a small table in front of each of them, and they couldn't see clearly even under the light gauze.The beautiful woman next to him approached slightly, Rou Yi had already reached down, He Huanzi grabbed the woman, one hand slightly slipped through the light clothes, twisting the flesh to tease.

It is also good to relieve hunger.The woman gasped in shock at his undisguised teasing.Juanzi looked up again, as if provocative.

The Hehuan Valley disciples who followed them pulled down the veil upon seeing this, and the people beside them couldn't see at all, and couldn't hear any movement above the stands.

Dongfang Jibai sighed in his heart.

"What?" Yun Ya asked when he saw his junior brother, who was usually expressionless, frowning.

Dongfang Jibai told Yun Ya what he saw just now in a low voice, and Yun Ya's face darkened as he heard it, and he almost got angry.

Shameless cub!

Fuhua also sensed the turbulent undercurrent of the fairy gate, and the intuition of the beast guided him to see the veil falling from Hehuan Valley, and the vertical pupil suddenly appeared, keenly aware of something.

No one can covet his little dragon spitting beads.

"Damn it, it's so cold." Jiang Ling shook his head and sneezed, silently moving away from the big devil whose air pressure dropped to freezing point in front of him.

Sure enough, someone couldn't help but touched the reverse scale of the beast. Thinking of some unconscious guys who were shocked by the glitz yesterday, he laughed twice because he didn't understand.

Although the bosses above had no objection to Su Qitao's participation in the selection, it didn't mean that their disciples would not have any objection. They took Su Qitao out to criticize and discussed incessantly in front of the pompous face.

Hua Hua didn't say anything, just got up and dusted off the dust, and then issued a battle order with a knife.After that, on the small martial arts arena outside the classroom, the red flames of the Tibetan front fluttered, sparks splashed, and before they could be seen clearly, the guys who spoke rudely were given a pot of vanity.

It was a really good fight, but it was one-sided.Jiang Ling made a hache, there was no suspense, the champion of this year's century competition would definitely be Vanity.

And a beast with reverse scales will be more powerful, and wherever its sharp claws go, there will be no bones left.Jiang Ling raised his eyes to the stage, Master Taotao was in a daze with his face propped up, his mind had drifted to nowhere - he probably didn't know that he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.

A ferocious beast who can't wait to hold him in his mouth and lick him every day.

"Hehuan Valley..." Gu wanted them to have no time to care about Su Qitao, and even felt that it was a mistake to participate in the Hundred Years Competition.The flashy smile and the softness between the eyebrows and eyes are just illusions.

Jiang Ling only took a look and then looked away. In fact, after he raised his mouth yesterday, the disciples of Xianmen without exception pointed their finger at Hehuan Valley, so they don't have to worry too much.

Master Xianmen came to the stage carrying the cloth, and after announcing the start of the big competition, Hua Hua came to the stage on behalf of Xianmen and lightly unfolded the cloth to draw the opponent.Su Qitao was dozing off with her face on her face, but seeing the flashy appearance of her tall body, she couldn't help sighing.

The male protagonist wearing moon white is really beautiful... The book only describes him wearing black clothes. At the beginning, he was very domineering, but after a long time, it will inevitably become boring.

Perhaps it was because his little eyes were too bright and ignorant, and Hua Hua couldn't help but follow that curious gaze, curling his lips into a slight smile.

The smile was fleeting, but it was enough to brighten the eyes of the participating disciples around, and lamented how the people of Xianmen are so good-looking, just standing there in the uniform of the moon white disciple, let alone the young man who drew lots, with facial features With a handsome figure and a clear and clear appearance, he simply performed the coldness that a fairy should have to the extreme.

As for the one above... they dare not look up again, for fear of offending that unbelievably beautiful Shangjun.

"He is the apprentice of Shangjun Taoyao." Many disciples couldn't help but marvel in a low voice, this temperament, even if they practice for decades, they can't match it!It's really annoying to compare people to people!Are they here just to fight for the fourth place?The several disciples who heard the sigh in front of them looked at each other and hid the undercurrent in their hearts.

It is impossible for Xianmen to win the top three all the time. They came here this time to break the established impression in everyone's mind-if they can really defeat the disciples of Xianmen, the path of cultivation will be open from now on, and the resources will be inexhaustible. No more nodding your head and lowering your eyebrows to be a human being.

But to be honest, the big competition on the first day is really not much to watch. For the sake of future competitions, all sects and factions send out the competition on the first day. He went up to the martial arts stage and put on a posture, walked around with his opponent for two laps before stepping down.

The euphemistic name is that the focus is on participation, and it is always good to gain insight.

At first, Su Qitao looked at it with interest, thinking that he could see some fierce fighting in the movie.In the end, there was no fight, it was all petty fights, his mouth almost collapsed into a duckling—in order to avoid direct sunlight from affecting his vision, the veil on the Immortal Gate Terrace was covered after he had drawn an unknown opponent, except for his own senior brother No one could see it anyway.

He was already planning to break the can, and the worse the impression others had of him, the easier it would be for him to escape in the future.

But in fact, the bosses of Xianmen also feel bored, but it's not easy to show it. At this moment, Su Qitao, who is scratching his head, is quite interesting in the team.

"Do you think it's boring?" Mingxi sat beside Su Qitao, watching him put his face on the table for a while, and lay still on the table for a while, his little expression was vivid, and finally he couldn't help but tease him, "Just bear with it, this morning's There's a lot of good food to eat after the game, which you should enjoy."

It is obvious that Mingming has already regarded someone with a childish temper as a child, and everyone eats delicious food.

Su Qitao didn't notice it at all, but just retracted her shriveled duckling mouth, and said, "It's actually interesting... It's just that they don't play the showy ones, and they thought they could see a master duel." Hey guys, Why did the Hua Quan embroidered leg scratch up again? Withdrawing his attention, he couldn't help sighing.

It's no different from fighting with elementary school students.

Hearing his murmurs, he smiled clearly, and was as gentle as ever: "They shouldn't be playing in today's flashy..."

At this moment, the elder brother who was almost hoarse finally announced that Xianmen was on stage, but before he could finish speaking, he called a timeout.

"I'll just say..." Ming Xi was helpless, in fact, every time the small sect was drawn to the Xianmen, it was such a virtue. The Xianmen was basically in a bye state in the early stage of the competition, and they were not the only ones who were bored.

The small sects facing Xianmen gathered to discuss for a while, and finally gritted their teeth and sent out disciples.Although the Xianmen disciples were a little surprised at their changes, they upheld the principle of respecting their opponents, and took a few steps to the stage with their swords in hand.

"It seems that I still have a bit of backbone." Qingmian bared her teeth and grinned, it really wasn't boring like this.

Clearly shook his head and remained silent, but Fleeting Nian felt something ominous and sat up instantly.

... An ominous aura faintly emanated from the disciple opposite, ferocious and insolent.

"Peach!" The magic mirror suddenly called out, this was the first time it made a sound in recent days, "There is something wrong with that disciple, the space around him has collapsed!"

Su Qitao raised his head, small squares resembling pixels continuously appeared around the disciple, spun around, and then disappeared, completely blank.I was in a trance for a moment, and when I looked again, the collapsed space had disappeared.

Si Fan, who was in the competition, also vaguely noticed something was wrong, the silver sword came out of the scabbard, showing a cold light and sharp edge.

Originally, he didn't intend to let Liuyin out of its sheath.

"Although there is something wrong," the ghost doctor relaxed his focus, his body as tough as a leopard suddenly became as flexible as a snake, "but he is no match for our disciples."

Yun Ya felt much relieved when he heard the words, and called his disciple to order something in a low voice, the disciple nodded repeatedly when he heard the words, and accepted the errand ordered by the head of the sect.

In the audience, no matter how powerful the opponent is, Si Fan, as a senior, still relies on his extraordinary cultivation and dexterous body skills to suppress him, like a civet playing with a mouse.As for his opponent, he couldn't even touch the hem of Si Fan's clothes, and his attacks became more and more frenzied and chaotic.

"...What kind of play is this?"

"It's a mess, what's going on with the Sun Moon Gate?" Various unclear discussions came from the high platform.

In the end, when the opponent's eyes were red and he lost his mind, the silver sheath returned, and Si Fan once again used his body skills to dodge behind the opponent, and the silver in his hand turned upside down and hit him on the back of the neck.

The irrational disciple fell down with a 'snap', while Si Fan stood upright with one hand behind his back, nodding his head, with a thoughtful expression.

Many sects were not surprised, but they were a little amazed at how the fairy sect, who had always fought quickly, had learned to be funny.The sect that was fighting against Xianmen took over their fallen disciples and chuckled for a moment.

Look, what the lord said is really good, as long as you master the method, the fairy gate is no problem.

The fairy gate is testing them, so why aren't they testing the fairy gate?

After watching the entire chasing match, Huahua could detect something wrong with the opponent, not to mention that Su Qitao, who was connected to him, actually concentrated his attention at that moment.

...something is wrong.

Today's big competition took a break at halftime, and the disciples followed the guidance and retreated in an orderly manner. Unlike their master who thought the game was boring, they discussed with each other and still talked about the game just now.Among them, the most discussed one is naturally the game against Xianmen. They couldn't help but lament the magical skills of Xianmen and the immortal spirit of its disciples, the longing in the language and the enthusiasm to fight against it.

This is a competition among peers, and Xianmen, as the pinnacle, will naturally be challenged by many people.

Su Qitao stepped off the stage in a hurry, and followed the guidance all the way to the backstage of the martial arts stage. Passers-by caught a glimpse of his cold and haughty figure, but no one dared to step forward.

Although this Shangjun appeared in the competition for the first time in a century, his true energy has not been restrained at all - he is very different from other restrained bosses in Xianmen.

Of course, they wouldn't know that it wasn't that Su Qitao didn't restrain his true energy, but that he couldn't restrain himself at all.

Su Qitao intends to tell the disciples of the immortal sect what he saw just now. Only by knowing oneself and knowing the enemy can one win every battle. What's more, this is a space collapse that even the magic mirror exclaims, how unconcerned.

But as a matter of urgency, he could only protect his own disciples first.

"Wait." Su Qitao called to stop the Xianmen team that was going out.

Immortal sect disciples stopped at the sound, all of them upright and tall.

...Looks like they shouldn't be stopped now.Almost instantly, Su Qitao felt that the attention from all directions was focused on them and the group.

Originally, Xianmen was the focus of the crowd.

"...Follow me." Not wanting to be looked at like a monkey by them, Su Qitao walked out first.

The disciples naturally followed without any doubts.