Are all the love-brained villains my apprentices?

The Xuanling Sect's group followed the leading disciple to the Luoshu Sect's martial arts training ground.

"Elder Wen, Elder Gan."

As soon as I arrived, I saw a white-haired elder of Luoshu Sect who was there.

Elder Wen and Elder Gan walked up to him and exchanged a few simple words. The elder then waved his hand and called over a disciple who was waiting on the side.

Then he looked at the two elders with a smile on his face and said, "It's time for us old guys to take a break and hand over the venue to these young people."

Elder Wen also responded with a smile, and Elder Gan beside him also nodded with a smile on his face, but his gaze lingered for a moment on the disciple behind him.

Yayin looked at the backs of the two elders as they left, frowning slightly.

From the moment he stepped in here, Yayin felt the fleeting prying eyes.

That gaze was like that of a cold and poisonous snake, sticky, cold, and full of malice.

In that instant, Yayin's whole body stiffened and his spine felt cold.

But that feeling only lasted for a moment, and disappeared completely before Yayin could investigate further.

It was as if it was just Yayin's illusion just now.

“…Senior Brother, Senior Brother!”

Sheng Shuzhou's voice brought the stiff Yayin back to reality.

"Brother? What's wrong with you?"

Looking at Sheng Shuzhou in front of him with worry in his eyes, Yayin touched the jade ornament given to him by Lin Wenyu on his waist. The slightly cool jade made him feel a little calmer.

"I am fine."

"Did you... feel anything just now?"

Yayin remembered Lin Wenyu's instructions before leaving, and worried that the gaze was directed at Sheng Shuzhou.

"What?" Sheng Shuzhou looked puzzled. "Brother, what are you talking about?"

Yayin pondered and concealed the gaze he felt.

"No, nothing. Just don't leave me too far today. I don't feel well here."

Although Sheng Shuzhou didn't understand why, he still nodded seriously, "Okay," as he saw Yayin's usually gentle face had taken on a sharp look.

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"Peace be upon you."

The disciple called out Zhu Ping'an's name.

Perhaps it was because enemies often meet on a narrow road, her opponent happened to be Zhuang Qi, whom she met yesterday.

Zhuang Qi had already won two competitions and was in high spirits.

One has to admit that although Zhuang Qi behaves eccentrically, he does have the capital to be arrogant.

His strength is higher than those who have the same level of cultivation as him.

Therefore, when Zhuang Qi saw Zhu Ping'an coming up, who was only at the second stage of foundation building, contempt flashed in his eyes.

Zhuang Qi had advanced to the third stage of foundation building a month ago, so he naturally looked down upon Zhu Ping'an, who was one stage lower than him.

Faced with friendly gestures from both sides before the game, Zhuang Qi also had a casual attitude.

Although he did not show his contempt directly on his face, Zhuang Qi's attitude towards Zhu Ping'an could be seen from his actions.

Zhuang Qi's arrogant attitude displeased many Xuanling Sect disciples.

"This guy is too arrogant."

"Just two wins and you're so proud of yourself."

"I really want to teach him a lesson."

"I don't know if Zhu Ping'an can win."

"I think it's a close call... Although that guy is arrogant, he is still one level higher than Zhu Ping'an."

"I don't think so. After all, this person's master is Immortal Venerable Wen Yu..."

It is better than the soundproofing array on the stage, blocking out the whispers from the audience.

Zhuang Qi on the stage touched the long whip at his waist and challenged Zhu Ping'an.

"You'd better admit defeat now. At least you can lose gracefully. Otherwise, when I beat you down, the scene... might not be so pretty."

Zhu Ping'an watched the entire two competitions that Zhuang Qi won.

The conditions for winning the competition are that one party admits defeat or knocks the other party off the stage.

Because it is a competition and friendly exchange between disciples of different sects.

Most people would choose to stop fighting when the winner is clear, and the disadvantaged party would admit defeat on its own initiative, saving some face for both parties.

A few would choose to directly knock the loser off the stage.

But in the previous two competitions, Zhuang Qi relied on his own talent and it was more like he was enjoying the pleasure of unilateral crushing than competing.

Even if the winner has been decided, he will continue to attack, not giving the person on the stage a chance to admit defeat.

Even if the opponent is beaten to the point where he is unable to fight back, he will not be knocked off the stage.

Instead, he squatted beside the loser like a cat playing with a mouse, enjoying the humiliating and embarrassed look of his opponent admitting defeat.

Therefore, facing Zhuang Qi's provocation, Zhu Ping'an didn't even raise his eyelids, just waiting for the competition to begin.

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an didn't respond to him, Zhuang Qi sneered and a more sinister idea arose in his mind.

For this kind of prey, it is more interesting to torture it.

Following the signal from the disciples below the stage, Zhuang Qi took off his whip and Zhu Ping'an took out the Xuanqing sword.

Zhuang Qi moved first.

Several vines rose from Zhu Ping'an's feet and moved up along her ankles, trying to trap her in place.

At the same time, Zhuang Qi swung the long whip in his hand and attacked Zhu Ping'an in the face.

Not far away, the elders of various factions were watching the competition among the disciples below on the high platform.

When his gaze fell on the arena where Zhuang Qi and Zhu Ping'an were standing, Elder Wen frowned and shook his head, "This disciple...has too strong a killing intent."

Not only Elder Wen, but elders from other sects also frowned and stared, clearly disliking people like Zhuang Qi.

Elder Wen's brows relaxed slightly when he saw Zhu Ping'an use his sword to cut through the vines that had not yet completely bound her, and at the same time use the vines to gain momentum and fly away from Zhuang Qi's long whip.

"If you don't show some real skills, this competition is meaningless."

Although Elder Zhang knew that Zhuang Qi had gone too far this time, Zhuang Qi was his disciple after all and represented his reputation in public.

Even though it was inappropriate, for the sake of his own face, Elder Zhang chose to pass the matter over lightly.

They are all elders from different sects. For the sake of the relationship between the sects, even if they are dissatisfied, they will give him some face and will not directly argue with him.

This is what Elder Zhang thought.

It’s a pity that Elder Wen himself is a person who doesn’t like this kind of “convention”.

Elder Wen snorted coldly and retorted mercilessly: "If you are just a show-off who wantonly plays tricks on fellow Taoists who are weaker than you, then you are really 'capable'."

Elder Zhang's face darkened, and he thought to himself that he and the people from Xuanling Sect really didn't get along.

I was just rejected by Lin Wenyu this morning, and now another one comes who doesn't give me face.

Before Elder Zhang could refute, he was interrupted by a female figure appearing on the platform.

"Sorry, I have some matters to deal with in the sect, so I'm a little late."

The figure that appeared was Chu Yi, Elder Chu of Taixu Sect.

Although he is an elder like other elders of Taixu Sect, his power is second only to that of the Sect Leader Fan Kun.

The other elders also knew what Chu Yi said.

Somehow, the news of investigating the furnace cauldron suddenly reached Fan Kun. Although it was not made public, everyone had heard some rumors.

Fan Kun is currently overwhelmed with affairs and was unable to even attend this exchange meeting between various factions.

However, all the elders understood this tacitly and did not point it out explicitly. They just used Chu Yi's words to turn the page on what had just happened between Elder Wen and Elder Zhang.

"Elder Chu, please take a seat quickly."