The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Yu Mian is a spearman, his lower body is solid to begin with, and with the devilish training he has undergone during this period, his body below the waist is as strong as an old tree stump.

His cleverness backfired. Yu Mian bent his knees and forced him to kneel down, unable to free his hands and feet.

Sheng Qing's eyes were originally slightly distracted, and he was acting using another incarnation, but when he saw the image transmitted by his soul, he couldn't help but frown.

Just now, the disciple almost hugged Mian'er's waist.

Her anger seemed to come for no reason, attracting the attention of the elders around her.

Anyone who can become a great master must not be a man of courage but no strategy, or a person who is ignorant of the true nature of things. However, he immediately deduced who the future Taoist partner mentioned by Sheng Qing would be.

Although the elders of Beiming Sect did not change much, they had already figured out how to use Yu Mian to make Sheng Qing obedient.

Almost... damaged this best control device.

Sheng Qing's nose wrinkled slightly, as if he smelled a trace of undisguised evil desire emanating from the surroundings, but he ignored it in the next second.

She naturally knew that this would make them focus their attention on Mian'er, but Sheng Qing has always been very confident in herself. There are not many people in the world who can make the soft armor she refines that can be destroyed within ten breaths, except her.

Attracting hateful eyes towards Yu Mian could serve as a training for her. Under such high pressure, perhaps she could take the opportunity to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?

At the same time, she needed to buy some more time as she could further verify the current situation of the Beiming Sect.

After dealing with the disciple of Jinlei Sect, he looked up and saw that the willow tree that was originally relatively far away from him was now very close and had formed a structure like a square wall.

Above my head, the light source was cut by willow branches, and it looked a little hazy to the naked eye.

She loosened her knees and let the man go for a moment, then when he raised his head to resist, she chopped him down with a palm knife, knocking him unconscious.

He picked up the man and threw him towards the willow tree.

The ink-colored marks only probed the other party for a moment, then pushed him away and didn't do anything about it.

She finally realized that she was not just feeling that she was being targeted, but that she was indeed being targeted.

Because of what?

Am I the only one who defeated the Beiming Sect disciples?

What a petty-minded sect.

snort!

Before the willow prison was fully formed, Yu Mian pierced the sky above with the tip of his gun, and then a glass fire burned through it directly, turning into black ink dots that fell on Yu Mian's body.

She waved it away.

It would be ugly if it was dirty, as Shengqing must be watching me outside.

Afterwards, she tried to use the Glazed Pure Lotus to fight her way out, but found that the more it burned, the more it appeared, as if it could clone itself and regenerate continuously.

It seems that the person behind the scenes really values ​​her and is willing to put so much effort into dealing with her.

Outside the arena, even the most obtuse person could see that he was being deliberately targeted. The eyes of the Venerable Heng Yu narrowed slightly, and a cold light of sword energy flashed through them. He took the initiative to speak for the first time and said:

"Is Bei Ming jealous of talented people?"

As a practitioner of both swordsmanship and martial arts, Venerable Hengyu has always been straightforward. Even when he pointed out the little tricks of Beiming Sect, there was no preparation at all. It was as if he just said it off the cuff and that was the truth.

Bei Ming Zong seemed not to be offended by this sentence at all, and slowly said: "How could it be, it's just that this little disciple was unlucky and fell into the willow bank maze in our painting."

"Competitions are like this. Everyone has their own opportunities and challenges." He twisted it a lot, turning such blatant favoritism into so-called luck.

The cultivators present knew the reason very well. They were afraid that Yu Mian not only took first place in the first round, but also played a trick on Beiming Sect, so he was targeted.

However, these were not their own disciples after all, but disciples of their competitors. They hoped that Yu Mian would stop here, and their eyes were filled with gloating.

Hengyu did not focus on the other party, but glanced at Shengqing who was sitting on the chair with disgust, trying to see if she would get angry and beat the other party without caring about the consequences.

Now it seems that her mental state is stable.

Overseas, Sheng Qing stepped on the huge waves, and his dark black snake body turned into a long snake less than a hundred meters long, searching for something along the sea curtain.

She was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then she returned her consciousness to the scene of the competition. She took the first look at Yu Mian, her eyes fixed on a cut on her robe on the shoulder.

Under the wound, new skin had already regained vitality, and the blood that had flowed out had been cleaned up by Yu Mian's hand gestures, leaving only a few ragged traces on the robes.

Even though he took the initiative to watch Mian'er gain experience and let her grow up slowly, he would still feel heartbroken for a moment when he saw her get hurt.

Yu Mian was on the field. The more she fought, the darker the ink around her became. Gradually, she even felt like she was hallucinating. She actually saw the willow tree having long legs?

No, not a hallucination.

Those originally warm and cool appearances were completely torn apart, and the ink-colored streaks condensed into torsos, like black mist men, except for the blank space where the eyes should be.

It's like there's no finishing touch.

As soon as they gathered together, they immediately rushed towards Yu Mian. The black ink could transform into any weapon, which was extremely sharp and cut Yu Mian's robes into pieces.

In addition to the robes, the skin was also severely torn in several places.

But now his recovery ability is so strong that a small wound can be healed to its original state in just a few breaths.

The ink strands hanging on the fingertips seeped into Yu Mian's body through those insignificant tiny traces, and as the wounds healed, they squeezed into the meridians in extremely tiny amounts.

Yu Mian closed his eyes and looked inward for a moment. He could have used himself as a furnace and refined himself clean with the Glazed Pure Lotus.

But thinking of his somewhat dangerous conjecture, Yu Mian decided to give it a try. If there was indeed a problem, he would stop the loss in time.

She did not drive it away, but let it crawl towards her soul little by little, and then let the Glazed Pure Lotus spread out its fat body to wrap up her soul first.

Those unfamiliar ink colors, in Yu Mian's sea of ​​consciousness, seemed to circle around the Glazed Pure Lotus and began to spin around it.

Yu Mian looked at the purpose of this thing through the spiritual fire, his eyes flashing slightly.

Then she pinched a beautiful paper figure and released it. It was stained with her blood and had her aura, so it could be used as her substitute.

As soon as the paper figure was released, the strands of ink began to wrap around it, like a maggot attached to its bones, trying to drill into it and occupy every bit of it.

Yu Mian watched these performances calmly and recorded the scenes. When his consciousness returned to his body, he no longer absorbed too much ink and his spear became stiff.

Cleanses the air and brings clarity.