Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

As the morning light broke, the nine major sects, the League of Independent Cultivators, and the hidden sects gathered at the sub-peak of Chengjiantai. A group of cultivators looked at the sword furnace from afar across the mountain clouds.

Fu Tianquan, the leader of Daqi Sect, walked up to the platform slowly. His eyes swept over every cultivator present. His voice was steady and powerful: "Fellow cultivators, we are gathered here today to witness a rare event that only happens once in a thousand years - the casting of the magic sword. Since ancient times, the sword is the king of all weapons, the embryo of the magic sword, and no sword heart can be formed. The major sects and cultivators will be tested in the Valley of Beasts and the Sinking Sword River, and finally fight here to let the magic sword inspire your sword heart, so that it can be cast into the true body of the magic sword!"

As the voice fell, the strange fire wrapped around the sword furnace became more powerful, and the flames shot up into the sky.

A row of sect leaders sat on the largest podium. The Immortal Lord of the Loose Cultivator Alliance was supposed to sit next to the Immortal Master Fu Guang, but the Immortal Master was not there, and only the eldest disciple was guarding the chair.

Qin Muyue felt that she couldn't take it all in. Ye Yinghuo, the great master of the Wanjian Sect, the master of Ningxi Jianzun, and the perennial second in the world of immortal cultivation, was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and every stroke of his facial features was refined and simple. At first glance, one could tell that he was a skinny immortal who picked chrysanthemums and plums and was indifferent to fame and gain.

But this elegant and generous woman was secretly looking at Jun Yuzheng's position, and the resentment in her eyes was almost bursting out.

Qin Muyue looked at Nian Naihe who was standing on Ye Yinghuo's left holding the Fuxi Qin, and Ningxi Jianzun who was out of touch with the world on his right.

Qin Muyue started gossiping about the three masters and disciples of Wanjian Sect and Xiaoying in her heart.

[Tong, seeing how she hates her master so much, the rumors that she often crawls around in the dark behind him to vent her hatred are very credible! ]

[Yes, host. Looking at Ye Yinghuo's expression, even those who have had their true love snatched away by someone else are not as resentful as she is.]

[I heard that Ningxi Jianzun is now looking for his drunken master running around, picking up wine bottles while apologizing to the monks whose houses and weapons were burned. ]

[Host, he is so pitiful, Sword Master. No wonder Nian Naihe stayed in Guanyue Country instead of returning to his sect.]

[Zundu, taking care of a 1,000-year-old man with senile dementia is no easier than taking care of a baby. ]

Yu Fengxue: What? This is what Ye Xianzun is like underneath his mask of indifference to fame and fortune?

He Zhen: It turns out that there is a prototype for why people call them sword madmen.

Lu Yaoguang glanced at Qin Muyue across the crowd and thought: Junior Sister Muyue is really understanding, but Ye Yinghuo is the second best person in the world of immortals after all, so what else can she do? The whole sect dotes on her.

Qin Muyue and the other two walked past the stage. Shen Zhao ran out from a group of Qi Refining disciples. He held Qin Muyue's hand reluctantly and said, "Master, you have to protect yourself. Except for Zhao'er, all the men out there are good at lying."

Behind Qin Muyue were the Yuanying disciples of various peaks. Yan Shiyin was among them. He glared at Shen Zhao with a look of despair and shouted to Qin Muyue, "Junior Sister Yue, come to me as soon as you enter the Valley of Beasts. I am definitely more trustworthy than other men!"

The disciples of each peak looked gossipy and teased Yan Shiyin and Qin Muyue. "Hey, is the Red Luan star moving in Hall Master Yan?"

"Nonsense! I just think that Junior Sister Yue is the face of Tianjian Peak and will definitely be targeted. One more person means more strength."

"Master, the darker the skin of a man, the more likely he is to lie. Don't be fooled." While Shen Zhao was slandering Yan Shiyin, he was determined to kill him with a knife in his heart.

Qin Muyue rubbed the little head of the Demon Lord, with a cold and self-sustaining face, and smiled indifferently: "Zhao'er, be good and wait here for your master to come back."

Yu Fengxue stood on the high platform, looking deeply at the four people from Tianjian Peak who were walking by below the stage, thinking to himself: Jun Yuzheng's trip to Fuyue Mountain to investigate was too sudden. What did A Yue say to him that night?

The geniuses from all the major sects headed towards the teleportation array in the middle of the dojo. In the water mirror on top of the array, the figures of those Nascent Soul cultivators appeared one after another in different places in the Valley of Beasts.

In the Valley of Beasts, the roars of beasts could be heard one after another, and all kinds of strange monsters were roaming in the valley. They were all in the Nascent Soul stage, and they would start fighting when they saw the disciples.

Among them, the Wanjian Sect disciples, led by Lu Yaoguang, killed hundreds of monsters in one encounter.

Xi Duyue was looking at the water mirror, with a face that was difficult to tell whether it was androgynous, her brows were relaxed, and she was waving her feather fan much faster.

All the female cultivators in the audience, regardless of their level, were secretly filming and posting on the Jade Slip Forum: "Shocking, Xi Duyue glanced at me, she has me in her heart, I am ok with this, sister!"

Under the post, a group of female cultivators using pseudonyms argued for tens of thousands of replies, all saying that they had been seen by a certain leader of the Wanjian Sect.

Ye Yinghuo felt a lot more relaxed because Jun Yuzheng was not there. He secretly glanced at the jade slip and was angered by the pinned post that ranked second in the Sword Forging Competition.

Ningxi Jianzun saw that his jealous master was jealous again today, thinking that when the number one in the world was not around, the number two in the world was just trying to act big.

Ye Yinghuo couldn't understand what the female cultivators liked about Xi Duyue, a wooden person who could only handle official duties and practice cultivation?

Ye Yinghuo had already planned in his mind how to knock on Xi Duyue's door in the middle of the night. If he opened the door and saw her meditating secretly, he would sit opposite her and curl up with her. If she fell asleep, he would ask her to drink with him before going to sleep.

Xi Duyue felt a chill on her back and suddenly heard someone calling her nickname (Huai Min, is Huai Min asleep?). She glanced at Ye Yinghuo with lingering fear and found that the woman was not looking at her, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

The water mirror turned to another scene. The chief talisman master Jie Yuheng and the genius of the Dragon Soul Sect, Gu Wanfeng, were working together. The talismans released various spiritual methods one after another. Gu Wanfeng's sword moves were deadly and his techniques were clean and neat. No wonder he could kill dozens of monsters at a time without using any spiritual energy, just sword energy.

Soon the two teenagers started fighting over territory.

Chu He's eyes were as black as lacquer, his face was as white as cream, and a hint of nervousness flashed in his deer eyes. His fingers, hidden under his green Taoist robe, tightly grasped the handrail.

Ye Xianqing noticed his nervousness, took out the elixir tea she made, and handed a cup to Chu He next to her.

"Master Chu, the sun is a little strong today, please pay attention to clearing away heat and relieving internal heat."

As Chu He took the elixir tea from Ye Xianqing, he expressed his gratitude in a clear voice. He took a sip, and the cool feeling immediately spread from his throat to his whole body, and the tension in his heart was relieved a little.

Several other sect leaders who had no connection with him also received some cold tea. They were all shocked. It turned out that the immortal leader of the legendary Loose Cultivator Alliance was such an approachable person?

No wonder the usually selfish independent cultivators can produce a group of loyal hall masters, guardians and helmsmen.

At this time, the battle in the Valley of Beasts became more and more intense. The geniuses from various sects displayed their magical powers and engaged in thrilling battles with the monsters.

The monks in the Taoist temple watched all this through the water mirror, and would exclaim in amazement or comment from time to time.

The scene in the water mirror changed again, and Qin Muyue was waving the Autumn Water Folding Fan. She was wearing a robe of Thousand Dragons and Magpies, which was as sad as fire, with fluttering silk ribbons and her little hands spread out.

Two dragon head phantoms emerged, and with a roar, all the beasts surrendered. A group of monsters lay on the ground, turned up their bellies, then lay back and bowed to Qin Muyue, speaking human language.

"Meet Her Majesty the Queen!"

Qin Muyue slammed her folding fan shut, her face darkened, and she scolded: "Don't call me Her Majesty, call me the King of Shandai!"

Outside the water mirror, the silence of the sect leaders was deafening.

Fu Tianquan forced himself to smile, trying to save face for Jun Yuzheng's beloved disciple. He clapped his hands and said, "This boy... is truly a wonderful person."

At this time, a group of monsters were curious about Qin Muyue, since she was the king, then who was the wife of the leader?

"Of course it's the master... Well, you are still young, I can't find a wife." Qin Muyue thought about the fact that every competition was broadcast live, and almost said what was in her mind.

Shen Zhao saw the situation in the water mirror, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. Who did the master want to find as the chief wife? This was intolerable. If he didn't take the initiative to become the chief wife, wouldn't the master go and catch someone else?