These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

In fact, most of the disciples could figure out after a brief surprise that Wei Tu was indeed the only candidate left.

This young man who is best at creating miracles is the only disciple after Qiao Zhiheng who is likely to find a place for Yuan Jianzong.

Although Qiao Zhiheng lost the competition due to the opponent's shamelessness, he lost after all.He could only pin his hopes on other people, and Wei Tu turned out to be the only choice.

But many still have doubts.

"Senior Brother Qiao...should be the strongest, right? Senior Brother Wei is also very powerful, but this is going to be one against three..."

"Is the task given to Brother Wei too heavy?"

"Accept orders in the face of danger! As long as I have this strength, I can't laugh?"

"If this spreads... I don't even dare to think about the story in the storyteller's mouth!"

"But...but it's too difficult, isn't it? These people obviously came prepared, it's not good, it's not good!"

"That's right... we can only pray for a miracle, right? Otherwise, our sect would lose face too much today..."

Also in the crowd was Bai Youwei, who was standing with her master Lin Ruoyin.

The calm and quiet woman beside her suddenly spoke when the girl's expression was slightly turbulent.

"You care about him?"

Bai Youwei was stunned for a moment, and looked up, Lin Ruoyin was looking at her calmly, but those eyes seemed to hide a mysterious color that could instantly see through her.

She has an unspeakable guilty conscience, and it seems that if she directly denies it at this time, it will be too deceitful.

So she quickly thought, "Well... the relationship between him and Junior Sister Su Su... and he lived and died together in the Hundred Thousand Monster Mountain before, so I'm a little curious."

Lin Ruoyin nodded, she didn't seem to think there was any problem, and she didn't know if she didn't intend to say more, but just said.

"He is indeed the only one who has the ability to defeat these people except Qiao Zhiheng. You may be sick enough, you need to practice more."

"Well, I know the master."

"Do you think he can hit three?"

"...the disciple doesn't know."

Bai Youwei answered rationally.

Lin Ruoyin smiled, "No, you know, you believe it, right?"

"It doesn't matter. I don't pay attention to these things at all, but he is indeed a very special one. It proves that both you and Su Mi have good eyesight."

"...No, Master, I..."

"Watch a play."

Lin Ruoyin's eyes were indifferent, but Bai Youwei's heart was full of mixed feelings. She always felt that any secret was only considered a secret by herself, and in the eyes of others... it seemed that it was all on the bright side.

Wei Tu, who was squatting in the crowd, froze when he heard these words.

First reaction... How did she know she was here?

Is it nonsense, or did you see it at all?

Li Hanyang next to him immediately showed a gloating expression.

Looking at the boy next to him who hadn't gotten up yet, "The suzerain called your name, hehehe..."

"Are you kidding me?"

Wei Tu said angrily.

Li Hanyang naturally laughed happily.

"Why don't you laugh anymore? This is a good opportunity for you to become famous. If this succeeds, you will probably be famous in Nanjianzhou in the future."

Wei Tu said disdainfully, "I'm already famous enough, why don't I give you this opportunity, come?"

Li Hanyang immediately shook his head, "I won't be able to embarrass myself anymore, do you think I'm stupid? Come on, get up, I'm still waiting for the show."

Wei Tu also shook his head, "It must be poisonous, so I won't go, cover me, I'll yo-yo right away."

As a result, Li Hanyang stood up directly and exaggeratedly said in a voice that everyone could hear.

"Ah! Junior Brother Wei! So you are here, so you really know that you are ready to stand up when you are in danger? You are indeed a leader among the young disciples, so hurry up and show them good looks!!"

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes are focused on the past.

Standing up Li Hanyang and a handsome young man squatting beside him, the scene was a little funny.

Li Hanyang looked at the squatting boy with a smile.

It seems that this way of plotting against the other party can be regarded as a mouthful of evil that has been pent up for many years in the bottom of my heart.

Wei Tu looked at Li Hanyang angrily.

"It's a good life, but it's a bit rotten."

"It doesn't matter if it's rotten or not, now you can't help it."

So under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wei Tu could only stand up slowly.

Ran Xinxue who was on the edge looked at the boy.

"Wei Tu, did you understand what I just said?"

Wei Tu cupped his hands helplessly towards Ran Xinxue.

"What the suzerain said, the disciple must work hard to do it."

Ran Xinxue doesn't eat this at all, since when did she still act like a loach?

"Listen clearly. What I want to hear is not hard work, but must. If you can't do it, you will roll down the mountain."

Such a sentence surprised many people present.

After all, from their point of view, although it may be considered easy to defeat Zimu, who has fought six games in a row, there are still two people behind him who have not made a move yet... There will always be some surprises in this matter. The sky is even more difficult. If he can fight two people in a row, Wei Tu will basically complete the task.

And Ran Xinxue's request was to be undefeated by three, so he was kicked out of the teacher's school. What kind of weird operation is this?

Didn't the suzerain commit suicide like this?Do everything possible to drive such an excellent disciple out?Could it be that there is some huge contradiction between the two?

Even Yuan Wei next to him wanted to stop it.

"Hey, suzerain, isn't this..."

Ran Xinxue took a look at Yuan Wei, and Yuan Wei's aura at this time made Yuan Wei suddenly silent.

In the eyes of everyone, the young man who seemed to be in a dilemma and was almost targeted by the whole world nodded calmly.

"The disciple understands."

After finishing speaking, Wei Tu took a step forward, Zimu looked at him with a disdainful mouth, the same expression as before.

Then he looked at the boy... and turned around.

What does he want to do?escape?It's too embarrassing to run now, right?

This person seems to be different from what I know...

When Zimu was suspicious, Wei Tu turned to look at Li Hanyang.

"Lend me your sword."

Li Hanyang was stunned, "You didn't bring a sword?"

Wei Tu spread his hands.

Li Hanyang hesitated, "Would you like it or not?"

Wei Tu said unhappily, "Would my dignified Senior Brother Little Yuanfeng depend on you for a sword?"

Li Hanyang also said in a good mood, "Who doesn't know that your Xiaoyuan Peak is poor!"

Wei Tu said helplessly, "No matter how poor you are, it's impossible to rely on your sword. Bring it and buy you a drink later."

Li Hanyang reluctantly handed over his sword to Wei Tu, and insisted, "Don't break it... Remember that if you win, I will also have three successes, right?"

Wei Tu said with a smile, "It's [-]% for you."

At this time, Zimu finally seemed unable to restrain himself, and he couldn't even take care of the secret breathing machine.

"Do you want to fight or not? What is the ink stain?!"

Wei Tu turned around holding the sword, and looked at Zimu with a smile.

"I've seen people eager to take advantage of you, but I've never seen anyone eager to take advantage of you."

Seemingly the first time Zimu met someone whose arrogance could be compared with his own, he immediately sneered.

"You are the only one worthy? You even need to borrow a sword. I have never seen such a person who can be called a sword repairer!"

Wei Tu lifted the hem of his shirt slightly, and muttered to himself, "Be careful not to get dirty later, this is made by my senior sister..."

Then he walked in front of Zimu, raised his head, calm and gentle.

"Does a swordsman look at the sword in his hand or the sword in his heart? You should be very clear."

Zimu sneered, "Stop talking nonsense!"

"it is good."

Wei Tu simply responded to the other party, then stood where he was, holding a sword in one hand.

Luo He, who was standing behind Zimu, said with a smile, "Zimu, be careful, this Wei guy seems to have something."

But Yu Qing beside Luo He turned her eyes slightly.

"It's pretty good, if it's not an embroidered pillow..."

Zimu was so angry, how could this expressionless young man be so irritating with every single word?

Of course he didn't have to worry too much, originally this trip was for this boy.

Being able to draw out the other party is the best thing.

As for those previous reminders, Zimu took it to heart, be careful with his sword... let's see what kind of sword he can use!

Zimu slightly raised the scimitar in his hand, and locked onto the opponent's figure tightly.

It seemed as if he could clearly see the flow of breath in the opponent's body in his eyes.

This is also the reason why he can always easily find the opponent's flaws. Where the breath flows to the weak point, it is the opponent's weakness.

And the place where it gathers is the place to beware of.

But he soon discovered that Wei Tu in front of him was standing in front of him, but the flow of breath was so even.

Limbs, drives, even brains...

What does this person mean?Maintaining the status quo?

You are so naive, do you really think that even though you have fought six times in a row, you will have no strength to fight him?

idiot!

Then Zimu found that the young man's breath flowed calmly and then walked towards him step by step, like a stroll in a courtyard.

I can't even feel any changes, as if the other party came over to say hello to me...

What are you kidding?Think you'll be fooled by this level of skill?

Zimu frowned suddenly, since the other party was not showing off, he forced him to play all his cards!

This stroke was like a scimitar with sword energy, almost with all its strength.

He felt that at least he could force the other party to resist with all his strength, no matter how calm he was, survival is a human instinct, and of course, he has no problem with being willing to get hurt.

The vicious eyes locked on the opponent's air flow, but...

Still no change? !

How is this going? !

Is he dying?Or does he feel that he can resist it without mobilizing his energy at all?You must be too confident!Simply conceited!

Why is he?Damn, this bastard...

But at the moment when Zimu was in a state of confusion, he suddenly felt his wrist lighten.

When he realized it, he realized that at some point, this calm young man grabbed his wrist!

How did he get here?