After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Originally, Chu Xinglan just wanted to scare him because he was bored.

Unexpectedly, Zhen Youqian turned around and followed his claws, and knelt down instantly.

Before Chu Xinglan could come to his senses, his head was hugged and Zhen Youqian's voice rang in his ears.

"My dear little ancestor, I am blind and do not recognize the great man. I have parents and children to take care of, and a whole family to support. Please be magnanimous and let me go this time."

As she spoke, she wiped her tears on Chu Xinglan's new clothes.

"This lunch box is not worth anything. Just take it if you want to eat it. How can you insult me ​​with spirit stones?"

Zhen Youqian just felt that he was really unlucky recently. He had just registered in front of his ancestor, and then he turned around and bumped into his apprentice on the head.

Now he just wanted to appease this little ancestor, so that the old ancestor wouldn't find out, otherwise he would have to go and sweep the toilet.

Song Ling and a group of Danding Peak disciples were watching in amazement.

They didn't feel like they were being cheated. Besides, they were just five low-grade spirit stones, and no one really took them seriously.

Not to mention that we are watching such a big show now, everyone finds it very interesting.

If this happened to Ling Jianfeng, a bloody murder would have probably occurred by now.

Chu Xinglan looked up at the sky with a sense of despair, not understanding what he had done wrong.

But when he felt that Zhen Youqian wanted to wipe his snot on his clothes, he said it with difficulty.

"It's made of top-quality silk. If it gets dirty, you have to pay for it."

Zhen Youqian’s crying stopped abruptly, and he subconsciously moved away from Chu Xinglan, and let go of the hand that was tightly locking Chu Xinglan’s neck.

With a trembling voice, he said, "Extreme...Extreme quality?"

At that moment, Zhen Youqian quickly counted all his property in his mind, even the two copper coins in his boots.

He laughed awkwardly twice, quickly took out two lunch boxes from his Qiankun bag and placed them next to Chu Xinglan's seat.

"My dear little ancestor, this is my gift to you. We will meet again if we are destined to meet again."

After saying that, the man quickly turned around and dived into the crowd. His fat body did not affect his flexibility at all. In just a few breaths, he disappeared.

Chu Xinglan turned his head to look at the two food boxes that were still steaming, then looked up to see Song Ling's face, which was red from trying not to laugh.

"..."

"If you want to laugh, just laugh. Why are you holding it back?"

Song Ling and the disciples around him all laughed out loud.

Even a famous disciple suggested it.

"My dear, this lunch box is really good. Would you like to try it?"

Chu Xinglan's face turned dark, and he immediately stuffed the two lunch boxes into the disciple's hands.

"Eat if you like. If you lose the competition later, haha."

"..."

A farce comes and goes quickly.

Chu Xinglan saw that the number 300 had just been called and there was still some time before he went on stage, so he said something to Song Ling and ran out for a walk.

It was really the way those disciples looked at him that made him unbearable!

But the development of things was obviously contrary to his imagination.

Not long after he left, a wave of heated discussion quickly broke out in the venue.

Everyone spread the news by word of mouth, and within a short period of time, 80% of the people were discussing it enthusiastically. The protagonist's name was Chu Xinglan.

After he filled his stomach and took a nap, he returned to the competition venue.

Thousands of people looked towards him, and even a few elders on the platform looked over curiously.

Chu Xinglan felt numb and stood there, not knowing whether to move or not.

In the end, he retreated, made a big circle, and sneaked up to Song Ling.

"What happened just now? Why are these people looking at me like that?"

Song Ling patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother Chu, you're back. Look at the two people on the second ring. They have been fighting for a quarter of an hour. I think they are about the same as me."

"I heard that one is Xun Wenguang, the most outstanding disciple of Ling Jianfeng's group, and the other is a female disciple named Qi Wen, who majored in formation and became a disciple of Elder Qin Rui."

Chu Xinglan's attention was diverted by his words and he looked towards the No. 2 ring curiously.

I saw a young man about fifteen years old, holding a sword in his hand, turning and moving with smooth sword moves.

Qi Wen, who was fighting against him, was wearing a fitted red dress. She held a formation plate in her hand and flicked it with her fingers, blocking all of Xun Wenguang's fierce attacks.

Chu Xinglan immediately became interested, and his big eyes followed Qi Wen's movements intently.

Song Ling said a few more words, but there was no response from Chu Xinglan for a long time. He turned his head and found that the other party was staring at Qi Wen in fascination.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he turned his head to look closely at Qi Wen's face.

"This is just pretty at best. What's so good about it?"

As soon as he finished muttering, Chu Xinglan beside him almost jumped up with excitement.

"Beautiful!"

Song Ling looked at his eyes that were about to shine, and felt complicated.

Is this what my father often said: wild boars cannot eat fine bran?

He always felt that he and Brother Chu had similar interests. It turned out that Boya and Ziqi were different after all. At least they had serious differences in aesthetics.

Song Ling was somewhat reluctant to admit this idea, and quickly used his clever brain to finally find a reasonable reason for Chu Xinglan.

"Brother Chu, you just haven't seen her enough, so you think she's beautiful. When you come back to Cangyun with me, I will definitely take you to see what beauty is, what a beauty of the world is."

Chu Xinglan didn't hear what he said at all. He just saw two people standing in a corner of the ring, alert to each other's every move.

Qi Wen gritted her teeth and slid her right hand quickly across the array plate. Soon the array plate emitted a dazzling light.

Xun Wenguang instantly knew that the other party was going to use a big move, and smiled, "Junior Sister Qi, how about we decide the outcome with one move?"

Qi Wen didn't say anything, not because she was arrogant and disdainful of paying attention to Xun Wenguang, but because she really couldn't spare the energy to do so.

Xun Wenguang obviously didn't care and mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body.

Before Qi Wen was fully prepared, he raised the sword in his right hand and stabbed at Qi Wen quickly.

But when he was about to get close to Qi Wen, Qi Wen's formation blocked his way.

Xun Wenguang reacted quickly, raised the sword horizontally, and a sword light rushed straight towards Qi Wen, and fell into the formation the next second.

This time, the two of them used a strategy that hurt their own eight hundred while hurting the enemy a thousand, and the final result was indeed that both sides suffered losses.

The disciple who served as the referee obviously did not expect this situation to happen, and did not know what to do for a moment.

Chen Xiu appeared out of nowhere and glanced at the two people on the stage casually, "Advance to the second round at the same time."

Qi Wen and Xun Wenguang obviously didn't expect this ending. For a moment, they looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

The disciples who had been paying attention to Arena No. 2 spontaneously applauded, obviously recognizing the strength of these two people.

"Brother Chu, did you hear what I said?"