What kind of monster are you on the mere background board

The Son was silent for a while in shock.

Finally, he shook his head and said: "Even an elder is a woman, and there is absolutely no reason to ask for something given to a woman."

The number of the Shengzi competition is not long after Zhuang Qiu, and staying any longer will only add to the embarrassment, so the Shengzi can only leave in advance: "Elder Qinghong, brother Zhuang, then I will go to prepare first."

Zhuang Qiu walked to Qinghong's side and looked at her in blank dismay, Qinghong was still holding the bag of hot spirit stones in his hand.

Zhuang Qiu looked at the lonesome back of the Son and said, "I didn't expect this Son to have a good temper. He was not angry when he was cheated by you, and he even gave you the spirit stone."

Qinghong tilted his head while holding the bag of spirit stones.

"Ah?" Qinghong asked suspiciously.

"What a good man." Zhuang Qiu said with emotion.

Because he wanted to watch Shengzi's match, Zhuang Qiu didn't rush to leave, and kept watching with Qinghong in the audience.

After getting through the bored and uninteresting contestants, Zhuang Qiu finally saw Shengzi on the stage.

It was similar to Zhuang Qiu's game, because the difference in strength was too great, Shengzi only used three moves, and he was shot off the stage.

Zhuang Qiu sank his mind and narrowed his eyes.

Although this holy son is a bit naive, his strength should not be underestimated. In these three moves, Zhuang Qiu did not see his spiritual power.

That is to say, in terms of the purity of spiritual power, Zhuang Qiu is not as good as this holy son, so he can't see it.

Zhuang Qiu turned his head and asked Qinghong: "Uncle Shi, can you see what kind of moves he is using?"

Qinghong's expression looked a bit weird, neither seemed to be praising or belittling the Holy Son, it could be said to be a combination of both.

"It should be his golden hook bone."

"Golden hook bone? What is that?"

Qinghong's speech slowed down a bit, and he stared at Shengzi, not sure whether it was envy or something.

"The golden hook bone is also called the heart-protecting bone. Some people are born with an extra bone, which grows near the centrifuge mouth. This kind of bone leads to the sea of ​​consciousness and the eight meridians, so the path of cultivation is unimpeded."

"So his spiritual power is also different from ours?"

"Well, we ordinary people run the small circle, and then run the big circle. His spiritual energy runs half faster than ours, and only needs to run half a circle, so you can't see the trajectory of his spiritual power."

The more Zhuang Qiu heard it, the heavier his heart became. The superiority of the special physique is unquestionable. Yu Hanxiao was on par with him in both talent and ability, but Yu Hanxiao was two years younger than him. If Yuhanxiao Being the same age as him, Yu Hanxiao may have already entered the stage of transforming into a god.

The more he thinks about this, Zhuang Qiu doubts himself. He seems to be inferior to Yu Hanxiao. He has some talent, but he needs to work very hard to reach his current height. In front of other members of the Taixuan Sword Sect, perhaps He worked hard to become the chief, but in front of the true peerless genius, his light was a bit too dim.

Just like how hard he tried, he couldn't surpass the master hundreds of years ago.

Qinghong didn't pay attention to Zhuang Qiu's emotions, she was attracted by Yu Hanxiao on the stage, and looked at Yu Hanxiao carefully.

When Qinghong found out that something was wrong with Zhuang Qiu, the first day of the arena was almost over.

"Zhuang Qiu, why is your mood so unstable." Qinghong was suspicious.

Even if the sea of ​​consciousness in the normal Nascent Soul stage is hit by a lot of emotions, it will not be unable to stabilize its spiritual power, unless the sea of ​​consciousness is severely damaged by outsiders. force fluctuations.

Qinghong asked a little strangely: "Zhuang Qiu, has your sea of ​​consciousness been injured in any way?"

"No." Zhuang Qiu raised his head suddenly and calmly shook his head, then smiled at Qinghong.

"Who can hurt my sea of ​​consciousness?" Zhuang Qiu showed an innocent smile, and blinked at Qinghong twice.

Qinghong's expression became more complicated.

"Ziqiu, are you planning to seduce Master Uncle? What kind of winking?"

"What did the uncle say, Zhuang Qiu respects the uncle."

"It's weird, let me tell you, don't read those pornographic books, it will easily affect your brain." Qinghong poked Zhuang Qiu's head that was leaning over, and then pushed his shoulder away from Zhuang Qiu.

"It's really sad for Master Uncle to draw a distance from me like this."

"If you want to get close to me, it's fine. Judging Shenyin to join my sect, come to my bed and get close to me. The uncle likes you the most, a young and strong little male cultivator."

Zhuang Qiu's smile froze for a moment, then eased up and said: "It's fine to judge me as a master. When the master wants to kill me as a traitor, the uncle will definitely not help me."

"Then maybe, you can try, anyway, there is only one life."

After talking a few words with Qinghong, Zhuang Qiu's spiritual power stabilized, and his expression gradually no longer had the smile just now, and became normal.

But Zhuang Qiu understood what happened to him just now.

There was really something wrong with his sea of ​​consciousness.

Just now his consciousness was fuzzy, and the impulse surged into his heart, and he unconsciously started flirting with Master Qinghong. Fortunately, it was Master Qinghong. If it was Master Xiao Yi or Master, Zhuang Qiu's three heads would be Not enough to chop.

Zhuang Qiu, who returned to his residence, seemed to be running his spiritual power, checked his body, and only dared to think about the Son of God after making sure that his spiritual power was running fine.

Just now he was in a state of confusion because of the Holy Son, but he got into a dead end.

There are tens of thousands of talented people in this world, whether it is a golden hook or a psychic body, there must be someone better than him, and he is not necessarily the best one.

All he can do is to try his best to improve his cultivation, as for the final number, that doesn't matter.

In this way to stabilize his state of mind, Zhuang Qiu looked for a book about the golden hook bone in the library of Qingyuan Mountains.

But in the vast sea of ​​books in the Qingyuan Mountains, Zhuang Qiu couldn't find anything about the golden hook bone.

Strange, how did Uncle Qinghong know, does Uncle Qinghong have his own private library?

Anyway, it's still very early for the final decisive battle, so wait until the next time you see Master Uncle and ask.

Seeing the real top talent, the pressure on Zhuang Qiu is enormous.

He promised Xiao Yi's vigor to kill the Huajian faction, and he didn't dare to slack off.

Practice overnight.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhuang Qiu looked at the time. The next day's battle should start.

The 32nd round has not yet started, but today there is a competition for Ji Qingning.

Zhuang Qiu simply tidied up, used a cleansing talisman for himself, and went to the competition site.

Zhuang Qiu knew Ji Qingning's lottery number, every match was announced, so Zhuang Qiu knew who Ji Qingning was fighting with.

In the first match, Ji Qingning fought against Chen Wen from Qing Jing Peak.

Zhuang Qiu knew this Chen Wen, and he was also a well-known epee player. In the huge kendo, there are many different branches, and the epee is one of them.

Chen Wen is 27 years old this year. Four years ago, when Zhuang Qiu was still at the Jindan stage, he had a competition with him. His epee is rhythmic, and the further you go, the harder it is to hit.

Ji Qingning was a rookie with no competition record, so he was naturally treated as cannon fodder and randomly assigned to a stronger one.

Just like the opponent Zhuang Qiu fought against.

Ji Qingning was not favored either.

……

At three o'clock, Ji Qingning entered the stage.

Because Ji Qingning was bullied by people on Lingyun Peak before, and Xiao Yi directly removed those people, there are still a few people who know Ji Qingning's name.

But it is not a good name, it is the name of the weak, and only the weak will be bullied.

Chen Wen is very popular in Qingjing Peak, and many brothers and sisters came to cheer him on.

As soon as the two talents stood on the ring, the overwhelming encouragement rushed into the ears of Ji Qingning and Chen Wen.

"Brother Chen Wen, come on!"

"Senior brother Chen Wen beat the opponent to pieces!"

"Brother, I want to give birth to you!"

Chen Wen had black lines on his face.

Because of his old age, he has brought in many batches of new disciples, plus he is easy to talk, and these new disciples like to make fun of him.

This will directly make it difficult for him to do so.

Chen Wen said to Ji Qingning in embarrassment: "Junior brother, don't be affected, they are young and love to mess around."

Ji Qingning shook his head with a smile, and said softly, "Where, senior brother is so popular."

"It's not because of the popularity, the younger brother is absurd."

With so many people cheering for Chen Wen, Ji Qingning said that it was impossible not to be envious at all, but there were only four people in Wanjian Cave.

Master and Lu Xuan had already gone down the mountain, and no one went to see him compete.

As for Zhuang Qiu...

Just as Ji Qingning thought of Zhuang Qiu, he heard a familiar voice from the crowd.

Zhuang Qiu stood high above the crowd, stepping on the edge of the ring and waving at himself.

Ji Qingning immediately understood Chen Wen's mood.

His embarrassing earlobes were stained crimson, and he didn't want to see Zhuang Qiu.

However, Zhuang Qiu shouted loudly: "Junior brother, come on! You will definitely win!"

Ji Qingning held his forehead to cover his face in embarrassment, his cheeks blushed.

But Zhuang Qiu was still cheering him on.

Ji Qingning raised his head and scolded in a low voice: "Stop shouting."

The elder who scored the score couldn't see it anymore.

The elder must know Zhuang Qiu. The first place in the three-year conference, even if you are in the state of transformation, you have to show some face. The elder persuaded: "Zhuang Qiu, the competition is about to start, you can get off the ring."

Zhuang Qiu smiled and said: "The senior brother is waiting for you in the audience!"

Ji Qingning blushed so much that it was almost ripe.

Chen Wen on the opposite side showed a smile and said, "You brothers and sisters have such a good relationship."

Ji Qingning muttered, "It's not shameful to be ashamed."

The heat wave on his cheeks never went away.

The competition has begun.

Ji Qingning was sitting in a wheelchair. Chen Wen originally planned to let Ji Qingning make the first move, but who knew that after the start of the competition, Ji Qingning seemed to be a completely different person.

He was wearing a pair of silver gloves, and those gloves were covered with extremely thin silk threads. Because the flow of spiritual power was very small, the silk threads were difficult to identify, and they would be cut if they were not careful.

After fighting Ji Qingning for less than half a stick of incense, Chen Wen already had four cuts.