[Quick Wear] On strike, please don't disturb your ex

When Mo Fanli heard his apology, half of her anger subsided, and the other half subsided when Qin Luo was worried about her coming over.

"Don't ignore me next time, Qin Luo, do you hear me?"

Qin Luo thought about it and realized that he did not ignore her, but he did not say it directly. After all, Mo Fanli's temper was like the weather, coming and going quickly.

There is never a single reason to be angry again.

"Ah."

Seeing that Mo Fanli still had the energy to be angry with him, Qin Luo probably thought that nothing was wrong, so he said, "Stretch out your hand."

"Yes." Mo Fanli did not refuse this time. She put her hands on the table and said, "It's nothing."

"Qin Luo, did Senior Brother tell you that I was injured? Senior Brother may have exaggerated a bit, this is just a minor injury."

Qin Luo checked it carefully and withdrew his hand after finding that there was indeed no problem.

"Where did you go?"

If she stayed in Linsong Peak well, she would not be hurt. A place appeared in Qin Luo's mind——

Competition stage.

Only there, the chances of disciples getting injured would be much greater, but they were basically minor injuries, because they were all fellow disciples, and they were just sparring and competing, not a life-and-death fight, so everyone would hold back.

Before Mo Fanli spoke, Qin Luo had almost guessed it.

"You went to the competition stage?"

Although it is a question, it is basically certain.

Because Mo Fanli went with the eldest senior brother, who usually went to the competition arena to challenge others to a fight, and combined with the fact that the eldest senior brother sent him a message after coming back, Qin Luo knew it.

"......Yeah." Mo Fanli looked around for a long time, and finally nodded under Qin Luo's gaze.

"With whom?" Qin Luo continued to ask her.

"Just one senior brother."

"What kind of cultivation?" Qin Luo asked question after question.

Mo Fanli's voice was much lower. She also felt that she had lost her mind at that time, "...foundation building has reached perfection."

Qin Luo frowned, "Mo Fanli, you just established your foundation today. Instead of staying in your room to recuperate and rest to consolidate your cultivation, you ran to the competition stage to compete with cultivators who have reached the great perfection of foundation building!"

Mo Fanli's face froze slightly, and she felt a little guilty, "I didn't think so much at the time..."

"It's a good thing that we are in the sect. If we were outside the Sword Sect, you would have been seriously injured by now!"

Mo Fanli raised her chin and stared at him, "Qin Luo, I'm injured, and you're still being mean to me!"

"If you hadn't made me angry, I wouldn't have gone to the competition stage."

Mo Fanli also knew that she was wrong. On the way back, the senior brother analyzed various situations with her and said that she was lucky that the opponent she met was gentle and polite. If she had met a rude one, she would not have come back as if nothing had happened.

Qin Luo stared at her, and finally looked away under Mo Fanli's stare.

"no next time."

"Oh," Mo Fanli shook his head and answered nonchalantly, "I see."

At this time, she realized what Qin Luo had just said, "Qin Luo, do you know that I have already established my foundation?"

Qin Luo looked at her, as if asking, what else?

He was by Mo Fanli's side when she was about to break through to the foundation-building stage. After she succeeded in building her foundation, she came to find him again. How could he not know?

"You knew but you didn't say it..."

Mo Fanli was angry because of this.

She has always been the focus of the crowd since she was a child, and is also a favored girl in the eyes of the cultivators. If it were someone else, Mo Fanli would not feel anything, but she would feel particularly lost when the person she cares about is not paying attention to her. In addition, Qin Luo has never been nice to her, and has never said anything about being with her in the future or liking her, so she is in a bad mood.

Before Qin Luo left, he left behind a bottle of top-quality healing medicine.

His eyes fell on the person's cheek. He didn't know why he thought Mo Fanli looked pale when he entered the room. Now it seems that it was a psychological effect. He stood up and said slowly: "Take it. If you don't take it, your injury will be healed soon."

"..."

His words were so irritating that Mo Fanli glared at him angrily.

She wasn't injured in the first place, just a minor wound, and he blamed her for hearing it wrong!

Qin Luo opened the door and went out the next second.

Chen Weihua was just about to go out in case his third junior brother came over after noticing his exaggerated words.

Even if Third Junior Brother didn't say anything and just stared at him, he couldn't stand it!

Just as I closed the door, a voice came from behind me.

"Big Brother, where are we going?"

Chen Weihua subconsciously said: "I'm going to the competition arena to find someone to fight, just..."

Suddenly realizing that the person coming was the third junior brother, Chen Weihua slowly turned his head and patted his head, "No, I mean, go to the library."

"It just so happens that Third Junior Brother is here. If everything is fine, I'll leave first."

"Let's go." Qin Luo's expression was cold and his tone was calm.

"Then I'm going!"

Chen Weihua was just wondering why Qin Luo was so considerate today. He laughed and flew out of this place of trouble at lightning speed with his flying sword.

Suddenly he felt a chill on his back. He did not release his spiritual sense, but instinctively looked behind him.

Unexpectedly, he saw Qin Luo landing not far behind him.

He stopped, and the two of them kept a distance of parallel in mid-air, "Third Junior Brother, why are you here?"

"I'm going to the library, too."

Chen Weihua blurted out, "But this is not the way to the library." This is the way to the competition stage.

Realizing that what he said was different from what he just said, Chen Weihua immediately closed his mouth and said, "I'm just taking a look around. I'm going to the library now."

"Go to the competition stage."

Chen Weihua thought to himself: If you say go, then I will go. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for me as the eldest senior brother?

Qin Luo glanced back and saw that he didn't move, so he said calmly: "You brought Mo Fanli here today, and even let her compete with the foundation-building great perfection and get injured..."

The sound was neither loud nor soft, just right for Chen Weihua to hear.

When Chen Weihua heard Qin Luo say this in a very calm tone, he almost vomited blood in his heart, and resigned himself to command the flying sword to fly towards the competition stage.

When they were almost at the competition stage, Qin Luo asked, "Who is competing with her?"

"Wei Yinglan from the inner sect."

Chen Weihua had heard this name before, but he didn't recognize him when he saw him today. It was not until he told his name to his junior sister that he remembered who he was.

"This kid is a celebrity among the inner disciples. At the beginning, he was not an inner disciple, but a menial disciple. Later, he climbed up step by step and became an outer disciple, and finally an inner disciple."

The tone was appreciative.

"Ah."

Qin Luo never paid attention to these things in the outside world, and had never heard of this man's name. His expression was extremely calm, and his words just now seemed more like a casual question.

"Brother Chen and Brother Qin, you are here."

"Weihua, you came just in time. Let's have a match later." One of them patted Chen Weihua on the shoulder and said, "By the way, why did you come and leave earlier?"

"Something happened at that time." Chen Weihua looked around and saw no one, so he asked, "Does anyone know if Wei Yinglan is here?"

"He's gone. He left after you left." A person who happened to be there replied.

Another person said, "Your Linsong Peak is really full of talented people. One of you just established your foundation and yet you fought against Wei Yinglan, who had reached the great perfection of the foundation, and it ended in a draw. I really admire you!" He was talking about the competition between Mo Fanli and Wei Yinglan. If he had just established his foundation and fought against that person, he would definitely lose very miserably.

"Of course not, all our disciples at Linsong Peak are like this." Chen Weihua was not humble at all in front of several acquaintances, and gave a thumbs up.

This is just the way he praises his fellow junior brothers and sisters. If it were him, he would not do so.

Just as he was about to ask whether he wanted to go up to the competition stage, Chen Weihua looked back and found that Qin Luo was no longer there.

If he didn't know Qin Luo's character, he would have almost thought that Qin Luo was here to beat that kid up.

The thought flashed through my mind.

Otherwise, why would he leave after hearing that the boy was not there?

Later, I found the thought a little funny. Qin Luo is not that kind of person.

Maybe he wanted to come to the competition arena to compete, but then he left because of something else.

The person above had just finished the competition, and Chen Weihua and the person who was going to compete with him stepped onto the flying swords and went up to the competition stage together. The two were old acquaintances, so there was no need for any polite words, and they just drew their swords and started fighting.