Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

Xu Chaoqi walked out of the auspicious clouds, and a soft and white cloud stopped under his feet.

He lifted his trouser leg and stepped on the cloud, and the cloud collapsed slightly.White mist covered his feet and climbed up his trouser legs.After a while, his eyes were full of hoarfrost.

A wind slipped in through the gaps in the clouds, his hair was blown, and the sound of the wind was all around his ears.

He looked down at his gorgeous robe and thought for a while, then took out his black disciple uniform from the storage bag.

Many people on the ladder have seen him just now, and although he is not afraid of being recognized, he also does not want to draw too much attention.

As the belt was untied, the surrounding clouds seemed to be dazed.Xu Chaoqi raised his head, he felt that the wind had disappeared, and the gaps around him seemed to be tightly blocked, as if he was in a closed barrier.

The air was a bit stuffy, so he quickly changed his clothes.A cloud stretched out, smoothing out the wrinkles for him, and tightening the belt a little more.

Xu Chaoqi was so hot that his face was sweating a little, and the cloud and mist gently brushed over his forehead, straightened his sideburns, and turned up his collar.

Xu Chao stood up like pines and cypresses, obviously there was nothing in front of him.But in the scorching air, it seemed that there was a steady man standing in front of him, bending over to straighten his clothes.

After the clothes were tidied up, the cloud and mist dispersed, and Xu Chaoqi's face was a little hot from the stuffiness.

Everything around was captured in the peripheral vision, there was a din of people, cheers, and noise.The Fighting Stage that had appeared in the light curtain was also standing not far away at this time.

He clutched his collar tightly and coughed a few times, the cloud and mist that carried him completely dissipated, he stood on the ground, this is Nanjing Xiantai.

The senior brother was very considerate, and when he looked up, he saw the flag of Fu Dao.

At this time, Elder Fu Moshan was standing at the entrance. He looked towards the fighting platform, his brows were tightly frowned.

Seeing that another disciple was beaten down, his eyelids twitched violently, his breath was stuck in his chest, he couldn't go up and down, and finally he could only swallow his breath hard, and almost choked blood out.

He didn't ask for the disciples of Fu Dao to win, at least everyone could stand on the stage longer.Even if you lose, don't lose so simply.

He stood for a long time, and his head was a little dizzy, so he sat down on the stone bench while covering his heart.

Out of the corner of the eye, a handsome young man walked into the territory of Fumo Mountain. He looked around, as if he was looking for something.

He frowned, waved to the boy and said, "Which mountain are you from?"

When Xu Chaoqi saw the old man in front of him, his brows eased immediately. He stepped forward and said respectfully: "Return to the elder, I'm Xu Chengyao, who is now hanging at the foot of Fumo Mountain, participating in the competition with the disciples of Fumo Mountain."

"Xu" is the same pronunciation as "Xu". He asked his brother, "Cheng" is the character of this generation of disciples, and "Yao" is his nickname.

His second character is "chao", if he said it, everyone would know that he is the junior brother of the sect leader.At that time, there is no need to compete in this game, and everyone will let him.

"Xu, Cheng, Yao..." The elder repeated the name, raised his eyebrows and looked at Xu Chaoqi.

"You know how to name it."

Xu Chaoqi: ...

The elder has seen every talisman disciple participating in the competition, but he has never heard of Xu Chengyao.

He took out the spiritual weapon and looked through the list. There were only one hundred and five people returned, but now there are one hundred and six people.

He closed the list, needless to say, another one who went through the back door.Although Song Shuiqing also went through the back door, he could also see Song Shuiqing's potential.What's more, Kid Song respects his teachers and studies diligently, which he reluctantly admits.

He looked at Xu Chaoqi a few more times, only to see that the other party's lips were red and his teeth were white, and his face was very good. At first glance, he was a disciple of an aristocratic family who had never suffered.

He sneered in his heart, quite contemptuously, but on the surface he still asked: "What cultivation level is it now?"

Xu Chaoqi answered honestly, "Golden Core Middle Stage."

Elder: ...

He almost didn't come up again in one breath.

He stroked his chest, then covered his head, not even wanting to look at Xu Chao.

"The Dabi disciples are all Dzogchen in the final stage. My talisman is weak, and it is a fluke to be able to beat it. How dare you come with a mid-stage cultivation?"

Xu Chaoqi looked curious and said, "Then I see that other Taoisms can beat my talisman Tao in the mid-term or even the early stage, so why can't my talisman Tao beat other Taoism in the mid-term?"

Elder: ...

He looked up at Xu Chaoqi, but he didn't recover for a while.

His eyes stared straight: "You dare to think, let alone win the final stage, if you can win the middle stage, I will give you a thousand bundles of high-grade talisman paper."

Xu Chaoqi was delighted: "It's so wonderful?"

Elder: ...

He waved his hand and asked Xu Chaoqi to go in quickly, and asked another question when he left.

"Is it just a name? Could it be that you have not only cultivated the Dao of Talismans?"

Xu Chao nodded at the starting point, and the elder looked at Xu Chao for a while, his eyes softened.

The century-old Grand Competition allows a student to enter several ways at the same time, and then the merits will be divided according to the number of techniques used by the disciples in the martial arts.

He thought: If this kid has cultivated well in other ways, he can also share credit for the talisman way if he wins.

He also asked one more question: "What is the other way?"

"Array."

Elder: ...

Elder Zhenlingshan next door also looked over upon hearing the words, and the two looked at each other with delicate eyes.

Elder Fu Moshan became silent, and Xu Chaoqi did not say a word when he entered.

The disciples in each mountain were surrounded by barriers, Xu Chaoqi didn't pay attention to the barriers, after passing through, he only heard a "stab" and the sound of cloth being torn.

He bowed his head, his clothes swayed, and a piece of clothes was broken into flocks.

He frowned slightly, and lifted the corners of his clothes. Fortunately, the tails of the clothes were not too torn, and nothing could be revealed except for being ugly.

Xu Chaoqi looked around the crowd, and soon saw Song Shuiqing sitting alone.

It was Song Shuiqing's turn soon, and Song Shuiqing was flustered early in the morning, restless.He has a relatively reserved personality, and he can only bury all his thoughts by himself, and his nails have already made marks one after another on the palm of his hand.

"Shuiqing!" He walked up to him and shouted.

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Shuiqing raised his head in disbelief, but in an instant, a sincere smile spread across his face.

"Brother Qi!"

Xu looked up and saw that there was no one around him, so he sat down politely.

"What's wrong?" Xu Chaoqi keenly noticed that Song Shuiqing was soaked in sweat.

Song Shuiqing seemed to have finally found his home, and bent his waist directly, revealing the decadence of youth.

"I……"

"Ok?"

Song Shuiqing raised his head, his voice was weak: "Brother Qi, I want to win."

"If you win, you win!" Xu Chao laughed.

Song Shuiqing became even more depressed, but he still took out the lunch box and brought some snacks to Brother Qi.

Xu Chaoqi took a bite, Song Shuiqing hesitated and said, "But I don't think I can win."

Xu Chaoqi smiled and said, "You have already completed the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen, and you still can't beat other Foundation Establishment monks?"

Song Shuiqing became even more dejected: "But I was all addicted to drugs, otherwise how could there be such a young Foundation Establishment Dzogchen?"

Hearing this, Xu Chaoqi took out his medicine bottle and poured one for Song Shuiqing.

"Then keep drinking."

Song Shuiqing stared at the medicine, and his heart suddenly beat wildly.He knew that this was the little pill that brother Qi usually took as a jelly bean, but for some reason, his subconscious mind was tearing at his head frantically, telling him not to take it.

Even though it was a small pill, his palm became heavier and heavier, as if there was infinite aura buried in it.

He blinked, his voice a little dry and hoarse: "Brother Qi, can I give this medicine to my relatives?"

Xu Chaoqi smiled: "If you like it, you can take it. I still have it here, but you still want..."

Song Shuiqing quickly refused, he is not a greedy person.He always felt that this kind of medicine was extraordinary, and he didn't want to owe Xu Chao too much of precious things.

The appearance of the elixir disrupted his thoughts, he was at a loss for a moment, his eyes could only glance around, and he accidentally saw the broken corner of Xu Chaoqi's clothes.

"Brother Qi, is this your disciple's uniform?" He picked up the hem of his clothes, and the disciple behind him also saw it, and it happened that the person was also acquainted.

"Hey, fellow daoist, why is your disciple's uniform broken like this?"

Xu Chao raised his eyes on the stage and looked at the corner of his clothes.

His head also drooped, and he said helplessly: "I didn't pay attention when I entered the enchantment just now, and was cut by the enchantment."

Song Shuiqing sighed, and the disciple behind him "tsk": "Hey, this is not easy!"

"Huh?" Song Shuiqing had just joined Yingtian Sect, and his disciple's clothes had never been broken.

Another disciple heard that the disciple's clothes were torn, so he rushed up to him, and when he saw the torn appearance, he also sighed.

"This broken one is too ugly, it's hard to fix it!"

Xu Chao stood up for a moment, and the disciples around saw that something was wrong, and asked suspiciously: "What? You haven't repaired the disciple's clothes? The disciples of the Yingtian Sect have to mend them by themselves. After all, this is also a mysterious magic weapon. It is not easy to mend, but it is very useful. "

Xu Chao froze and didn't speak.

Disciple Fu Moshan has been suppressed for a long time, and finally found a topic, you can talk to me to relax.

They surrounded Xu Chao and said: "Your disciple's clothes are not well torn, and this place is just woven by several kinds of strings. Even if it is mending, not to mention mastering the strength, there are more than a dozen kinds of stitches alone. Only in this way can the spirit cloth be sewn together. As for whether the sewing is good or not, it depends on the skill of the person, and your breaking method may not be able to sew well without decades of experience."

The more Xu Chaoqi listened, the tighter his hand holding the tail of the clothes, he said with difficulty: "Now this disciple's clothes are so difficult to sew?"

"This is a mysterious artifact, how can it be compared with ordinary clothes?"

A disciple approached suddenly, smiled and lowered his voice: "Actually, because of this, a monk who is good at acupuncture is easy to talk about marriage. After all, it is more or less a dowry that can be obtained."

Xu Chaoqi: ...

He suddenly thought of something, coughed, pursed his lips and turned his head away with an unnatural expression.

Another disciple lost, the chatter of the crowd also decreased, and the atmosphere became a little dignified.

Xu Chaoqi saw that Song Shuiqing was getting more and more nervous, so he pointed to the stage and whispered something for him.

Song Shuiqing's expression gradually softened, he lowered his head and drew a few strokes on the stool, Xu Chaoqi shook his head, and also drew a few strokes to correct him.

However, his method was a bit out of the way, Xu Chaoqi taught Song Shuiqing's runes hundreds of times before it gradually became clear.

Surprise filled Song Shuiqing's eyes, he glanced at the stage, and asked, "Brother Qi today?"

"I also made a connection to participate in the big competition." The two often corresponded, and Xu Chaoqi naturally knew that Song Shuiqing was only short of one place.

Song Shuiqing was a little unexpected, but more of a surprise of being together.

He thought about what Xu Chaoqi had just taught, and suddenly said: "If brother Qi goes up, he will definitely win glory for the Talisman!"

Xu Chao raised his eyes and did not refute.

They all thought that Song Shuiqing would compare with Xu Chao at first, but they never thought that after Song Shuiqing finished drawing No. 20 bright talismans on the chair, they only heard the monk in front shouted loudly: "Xu Chengyao!"

Xu Chaoqi was taken aback, and stood up.

Song Shuiqing was slightly confused, and when he figured out that Brother Qi was the first to compare, he became confused again: "Isn't Brother Qi called Xu Qi?"

Xu Chaoqi looked down at him, he didn't want to hide from Song Shuiqing: "Neither, I will tell you when I come back."

Xu Chaoqi walked forward, his figure was thin, and his clothes looked more beautiful in the wind.

As soon as he walked to the disciples of Fu Mo Mountain, people also came there.

Before the man saw anyone, his voice came, and his laughter was unrestrained and contemptuous: "I wanted you to see my ability, but I didn't expect to meet a talisman. It's nothing to compare with, it's very boring!"

Friends around him flattered him, but the Fu Dao disciples who stood up behind Xu Chao also exclaimed.

"How could it be the young master of the Zhao family? The young master of the Zhao family has already achieved the Golden Core Perfection at a young age! His talent is outstanding, and his skill with the stick is invincible. Even a sword cultivator can only fight against him."

"Also, it is said that the young master of the Zhao family still has a secret treasure, which is to be used in the finals, to take back the top ten."

"What secret treasure?" Xu Chaoqi turned his head and asked.

The disciple was surprised by Xu Chaoqi's appearance, and said cautiously: "It's a seal. It is said that the Zhao family spent all their money to find a well-known craftsman in the 27th level to forge it according to the legendary artifact. Once the seal is released, it will be a high-grade earth-level one. Hold on to the magic weapon of the world, even the talisman paper will lose its function in front of it, and it will become a ball of waste paper."

Xu Chaoqi frowned slightly when he heard it, but he relaxed after a while.

He stepped onto the stage, and everyone saw him.

I saw a monk in the mid-stage of Jindan actually came up to compete with the young master of the Zhao family. Everyone frowned and shook their heads, as if the result had already been predetermined.

Elder Fu Moshan also shook his head, unable to bear to look directly at him.

Song Shuiqing had a lot of confidence in Xu Chaoqi, but when he thought that the young master of the Zhao family was on the opposite side, he lost his mind.He clasped his fingers nervously, extremely anxious.

And above the auspicious clouds, as soon as his junior brother appeared in the light curtain, Wen Zhaoxi raised his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Xiao Yao stood on the stage, and when the young master of the Zhao family saw that it was a thin Jindan mid-stage, he immediately sneered and didn't even look at it.

"Let's prepare a banquet for the young master, and the young master will come down after a few breaths."

He didn't even intend to compare, he raised his stick and was ready to go down.

Wen Zhaoxi's eyes didn't move away from his junior brother, he smiled lightly: "The generation of ants."

However, the young master of the Zhao family is not a fool.All he did was to make Xu Chaoqi relax his vigilance. All the monks knew that to fight a talisman, one had to catch him off guard.

At the moment when he stepped down from the stage, he jumped up instantly and ran towards Xu Chaoqi with his stick in his hand.

Wen Zhaoxi held the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and dipped the pen into the ink.

Xu Chao laughed, but he didn't face the young master of the Zhao family.He turned around behind him, and with a throw of his hand, twelve pieces of talisman paper blocked him.

The young master of the Zhao family originally teleported, but he never expected that his opponent would be able to guess his movements.

The twelve talisman papers slowly expanded in his pupils, and he dodged backwards, but the talisman papers were faster than him.

In an instant, twelve flames rushed towards him.He resisted with a stick, but he didn't know what the spell was, so he directly nailed him to the barrier with flames.

The flames soared into the sky, and everyone's pupils seemed to be ignited by the flames.The young master of the Zhao family couldn't break through the flame no matter what.

The audience was silent, just one move, one hit kills.

This... is this a talisman, a talisman repair? !

Everyone who could see was horrified, even the elder who was already in the corner with a sad face widened his eyes and almost fell off the stone bench.

The young man stood on the stage, his robe billowing in the wind, and behind him were clouds dyed red by red clouds.His eyes seemed to hide stars, and his high nose bridge made his facial features more three-dimensional.

And this scene was depicted by the tip of the pen, and as Wen Zhaoxi held the pen to outline and embellished with patterns, the patterns on the scroll gradually turned into a suit of clothes.

Wen Zhaoxi thought: If Xiao Yao wears it, it should also look very good.

The young master of the Zhao family didn't expect him to lose more than half of it like this. There was a "buzzing" in his mind, and panic and despair surfaced.

With all his strength, he struggled to free himself from the fire with a cup of tea.He clenched the stick tighter and tighter, his veins bulged, and he hit it again.

Xu Chaoqi looked at him indifferently, and pressed down a lightning-inducing talisman between his fingers.The three zhang thunder appeared instantly, slashed down along the stick, and smashed the young master of the Zhao family to the ground.

Everyone in the audience was stunned again: This, this... The power of the lightning-inducing talisman seems to be wrong!

The young master of the Zhao family slowed down, not reconciled, he stood up again.Before he could hold the stick again, this time the spirit-binding talisman restrained his spiritual power, and he lost all strength.

Everyone:! !Is this really Fu Xiu?Responding so fast?Could it be that they were hallucinating? !

The young master of the Zhao family's eyes were empty. He thought that he would be in the top ten when he came here. Could it be that he would be terminated in the first round?

Just when everyone thought that Young Master Zhao was going to give up, their expressions froze for a moment. They touched their magic weapon and found that their spiritual power seemed to be locked.

Everyone noticed something and raised their heads hastily, only to see the young master of the Zhao family get up with a smile, his smile was a little creepy, as if he was about to eat him.

Holding the stick, he said in a serious tone: "I wanted to put it in the last round, but I never expected to meet you, a stubborn stubble."

He walked into Xu Chaoqi step by step: "I really didn't expect you to be so powerful, I'm afraid you are the lifeblood of those old men in Fu Moshan."

"I was unlucky, I met you in the first round. You are also unlucky, I met me in the first round." As he spoke, the corners of his mouth almost reached the ears.

"If you hadn't bumped into me, you might still be able to enter the final round. If you want to blame it, blame your family background for not being as good as mine. Even if I can't beat you, I have a magic weapon..." He smiled wildly and raised the seal in his hand.

Xu Chaoqi looked at the seal in his hand, his eyes deepened, he held the talisman paper, but the young master of the Zhao family knew that the talisman cultivator in front of him could no longer protect the talisman.

The young master of the Zhao family lowered his voice and said, "Can you still use the imperial talisman?"

The young man bowed his head in silence for a while, then suddenly asked: "Can you still use a stick?"

"What?" The young master of the Zhao family frowned.

The young man raised his hand, and the teleportation talisman on his fingertips glowed.

The young master of the Zhao family constricted his pupils: "How could that be?"

The young man raised his other hand, and saw that it was also a seal, which was very similar to the seal of the young master of the Zhao family.The difference is that the seal in Xu Chaoqi's hand is more delicate.

Only then did the young master of the Zhao family realize that neither his stick nor his seal worked.

The teleportation talisman started to work, and the young master of the Zhao family exclaimed: "Your imitation product is of a higher rank! What rank is it?"

After speaking, he was sent to the audience.

Xu Chao lowered his eyes to look at the seal, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Maybe it's an artifact."

He put the seal back into the storage bag with unprecedented care.