Master, my script is wrong

In the early morning of the next day, the inner sect competition intensified, and many disciples had already arrived early to watch the competition, especially the Jindan group.

Miaomu was fully dressed early in the morning, but before she opened the door, she suddenly stopped. Usually, at this time, the water cranes were already clamoring for pills.

But now, why are you so silent?

Miaomu realized something was wrong, backed away slowly, and was about to escape through the back window, when the wooden door was kicked open suddenly, and several disciples stood at the door with smirks, while the water crane was already covered in blood and dying.

"Junior Sister Miaomu, where are you going?"

The disciple who spoke was none other than Ye Feng, who was defeated yesterday, and also a fellow apprentice who had bullied Miaomu for many years. Behind him were two friends who were traveling with him and his older sister Ye Ting.

Ye Ting is a monk of Nascent Soul and the daughter of the head of the Finance Hall. Ye Feng has not been bullying Miao Mu for a year or so, and Ye Ting always turns a blind eye.

Now that he came to the door, it was just to vent his anger yesterday. Miaomu knew that she was not Ye Ting's opponent, so she quietly took out the sound transmission stone. Before she could transmit the sound in the future, she found that the sound transmission stone was surrounded by a faint orange light.

In an instant, the sound transmission stone shattered.

Miaomu stared solemnly at Ye Ting, who smiled and said nothing. Just now, she should have quietly destroyed the sound transmission stone.

"Sister, you have to help me vent my anger. If it weren't for her tricks, I wouldn't have lost."

Ye Ting's smile gradually disappeared, and she cast a cold glance at her ineffective cousin: "I can't beat anyone myself, so you have the nerve to tell me?"

"I..." Ye Feng pursed his lips.

"This opportunity to enter the Sword Tomb is what our Ye family has been looking forward to for a long time. It was because of your carelessness that it was wasted." Ye Ting had already participated in the inner sect trial five years ago. So he tried his best to train Ye Feng, but he turned out to be a waste.

Ye Ting turned her eyes to Miaomu, showed a gentle smile, and said: "Today, I will not make things difficult for you. I will give you two ways. The first one is to let you become a child of our Ye family and be protected by our Ye family. Cultivation resources, but you have to enter the sword mound and dedicate the sword to us, this second, we will not hurt you, but the person who enters the sword mound may have to change."

Myoki sneered.

If the first option is chosen, the other party will definitely ask her to make an oath contract. At that time, she will lose her freedom, and she will only be exchanged for some cultivation resources.

If you choose the second option, you have to work hard.

"Sister, if you just catch her, it's over. You're not a genius. Do you need to recruit Ye Family?"

Miaomu and Ye Ting are about the same age, but their cultivation base is a big class lower than Ye Ting's. The gap in talent and cultivation resources is too great.

No matter how hard Miaogi tried, she couldn't catch up.

Ye Ting slapped Ye Feng with a backhand: "Shut up, it's not all because of you, a waste, who knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long. If you leave Ye's house, you are just garbage on the street."

Ye Feng's face turned blue and white, and he opened his mouth several times, but when he saw Ye Ting's murderous eyes, he was too frightened to make a sound.

Seeing this, Miaomu turned around and broke the window!

In a blink of an eye, it disappeared in front of everyone.

"Sister, she ran away!"

Ye Ting smiled, calm and relaxed, she flew into the sky with her hands behind her back, and saw Miaomu fleeing from a distance.

"It seems that you have chosen the second path."

Ye Ting's index finger drew a majestic spiritual force in the air, threw it towards the sky, and disappeared into the clouds in a blink of an eye, and the white clouds rolled like waves, chasing Miaomu.

Miao Mu panicked for a while, and looked up.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be much lower, getting lower and lower, and the height of Miaomu's flight also became lower, as if a thousand catties of weight were on his body.

Until Miaomu was crushed, she fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings, unable to support anymore, she took a deep breath, feeling that the air in her lungs was almost squeezed out.

This is the gap between Jindan and Yuanying.

No resistance.

Immediately afterwards, a golden rope bound Miaomu's hands and feet tightly. As soon as he struggled, the rope shrank even tighter, and he couldn't break free at all.

To make matters worse, the rope suppressed the spirit power.

Miao Mu looked at Ye Ting, who came to her side at some time, and smiled sadly: "Miss Ye used a mysterious spiritual weapon in order to catch me alone, is it too flattering to me?"

"There is no way, this place is within the sect, I have to be careful."

Miaomu was very anxious in her heart. She was usually cold and dusty, but now she was like a stray dog: "I don't understand why you always target me. I never wanted to be hostile to you."

"You are just a lowly mortal, you just need to bow your head and wag your tail obediently like a dog when you see us." Ye Ting shook her head with a look of regret, "But you are born to think that if you enter the fairyland, you will be equal to us. You asked for it to look up at us."

"If you didn't have a good relationship with Sui'an, do you think you would be able to stay in the Finance Hall?" Ye Ting stepped on her back, "A person like you has no background and doesn't know how to judge the situation. Make his life worse than death."

Myuki clenched her hands tightly.

There was hatred in her eyes.

There are three or six classes in the secular world. Even if she becomes a monk, she is still inferior: "Is identity and background so important?"

"People like you who have never had it will not understand." Ye Ting stepped on her like this, half bent down, "Even if one day you have a background, you will not be better than us Go, otherwise...how could you take advantage of Sui'an's sympathy for you."

"I don't, I'm different from you."

"It's different, you should be more eager to become a master than any of us."

Myoki couldn't deny it.

She really desires, but she has a lofty personality. She doesn't want to cling to the strong, but she doesn't want to bow to the strong. Her heart is very complicated, and she even wonders if she has done something wrong.

In the end, Miaomu was quietly taken away by several people.

It happened to be seen by Xufu who was passing by, but the distance was relatively far, and he was in the sky, covered by clouds and mist, so he couldn't see it clearly, he just thought it was familiar, so he rushed to the competition field without thinking much.

The foundation building group was eliminated quite quickly.

Today we have to decide the top fifty.

"The competition system is the same as yesterday. Those who get the same number will be your opponents." After the elder finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the number was suspended in the sky again.

Everyone scrambled for it.

The same scene, but compared to yesterday, the number of people was much smaller.

Sui'an looked around, and the number of people was estimated to be several hundred. It was impossible to decide the top [-] in one game, or there would be another one, or it could only be a multi-person melee.

"Here you are!" Yuan Nuannuan handed her the license plate.

Sui'an took it, turned the number plate upside down, and didn't intend to cover up the number at all.

Seeing this, Yuan Nuannuan frowned and said, "Don't hide your number. When you meet a strong enemy, don't cry when you lose."

"What do you know, I'm doing the opposite." Sui'an hung the badge on his waist, "Besides, from the beginning to the end, my strong enemy is only you!"

When Yuan Nuannuan heard the words, the corners of her mouth couldn't restrain her upward movement: "That's right, you finally spoke something human."

"If I tell nonsense, you won't be able to listen."

Yuan Nuannuan patted Suian on the shoulder, and said: "That's true, but I can burn some paper money for you, and you can just tell me about it in your dream."

Suian: "..."

The elder threw out the spirit stone, inserted it into the formation, and shouted: "Competition, start."

The crowd in the stands immediately cheered.

Shout desperately.

"Hey, Wood, do you want to gamble again this time?"

Yu Mufei turned his head and saw those people from yesterday again. Thinking of the money he won, he smiled and nodded: "Bet, I'll still bet on Sui'an's victory."

The man smiled: "Okay, how much to bet?"

"Just... just a thousand high-grade spirit stones!" If he won a thousand yesterday, even if he lost today, he would not lose money.

"Ten thousand, dare to bet?"

Yu Mufei hesitated, shook his head, and said, "I don't have that much money, the most is two thousand, just don't gamble."

"Success, just two thousand."

When the formation stopped rotating, the picture in the formation unfolded, and there were three contestants in each group. Suddenly, everyone was in an uproar.

If there are four people, they can still fight two by two. In the end, no matter whether they win or lose, the two can fight again later, but now they are in a group of three. Even if two people form a team, it is difficult to trust each other. A sneak attack by one person is indeed a troublesome trio.

In front of Suian, there was a man she didn't know, and the other was the very familiar Fan Tianyou.

Seeing this, the man swallowed. After all, Sui'an and Fan Tianyou knew each other, so he felt that he was doomed, and it would be better to surrender directly.

Although, his number plate was forced by someone else, and he knew that he had no chance of winning, but he was still very unwilling and angry with the person who forced the number plate.

As soon as the man raised his hand, Fan Tianyou walked up to him, scaring him back again and again.

"Brother, don't be nervous. You have seen Sui'an's strength. In fact, I am not strong. It is better for you and me to join forces. If we win by luck, how about you and me fighting against each other again?"

The man thought he heard it wrong, he was stunned for a moment, and said: "You just said... to join hands with me?"

"Yes, otherwise, even if I eliminate you, I have no chance of winning, so I might as well join hands with you."

The man glanced at Sui'an, who was calm. He didn't know why, although she was a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, but she gave him great pressure. She always felt that the next moment, she would open her bloody mouth to bite him.

"Brother, how are you thinking?" Seeing his hesitation, Fan Tianyou said again, "Only in this way can you and I have a chance to enter the top [-]. Don't forget, even if you are in the top [-], there are rewards."

Suian was listening silently from the side. She was not too worried about her situation. Fan Tianyou had practiced alchemy for many years, and his swordsmanship was not as good as that of an outer disciple. not big.

It's just that the two of them ignored her and discussed in such a blatant manner that they really didn't pay attention to her, or maybe she was really that strong.

Sui'an let out a smirk, and while the two were still discussing, she suddenly flashed to their side and complained: "You two had a happy discussion, why don't you take me with you?"

"Ah!" The man took a few steps back in fright, and raised his sword, "Oh, I'm going, people are scary, I'm scared to death."

Fan Tianyou also retreated, holding his sword tightly. He quickly calmed down, because his master was still watching from outside, so he couldn't be ashamed, but the medicine given to Suian should work, why did it take so long? At that time, there was no effect.

Sui'an looked at the man: "Hey, do you want to fight Fan Tianyou with me, and then we two will compete in swordsmanship, no matter you win or lose, you will have something to gain."

The man nodded subconsciously: "OK."

"Damn it." Fan Tianyou stepped back again.

"Then it's settled. If you sneak up on me from behind, I'll cut off your limbs." Suian smiled and spoke softly, as if joking.

The man shook his body.