Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

After the first round of competition, the people from Feiye Pavilion did not feel the joy of victory. Their original intention was to test the strength of Lingyun Sword Sect and make more preparations for the Fairy Sword Conference in March.

Unexpectedly, they sent out the strongest senior sister, while the other side sent out a small shrimp with the weakest strength. Although it seems that Ji Congyan won now, the cultivation between the two is very different. Although she has won now, when everyone looked at Song Qingguang's crying face, they couldn't help but think of what their leader said at the beginning - this is really an unfair victory.

With such a frustrated mentality, the second disciple of Feiye Pavilion stood up. Although she was not as good as Ji Congyan, she was also at the Golden Core Realm. She thought that Lingyun Sword Sect would still send out a disciple with low cultivation. Who would have thought that when she raised her eyes, a tall figure was already standing opposite her.

"Lingyun Sword Sect's Wei Qingchuan, please teach me."

About a quarter of an hour later, Wei Qingchuan calmly withdrew the hilt of the sword that was against the throat of the Feiye Pavilion disciple, lowered his eyes and said "thank you for giving in", and won the second round of the competition.

The people in Feiye Pavilion, who were already feeling depressed, became even more depressed.

The third round ended even faster. In less than half a minute, Yue Qian used a standard sword move to knock away the opponent's long sword that was across his chest, ending tonight's game which was called a competition but was actually a test.

On the way back, except for Song Qingguang who was humming, everyone from Lingyun Sword Sect was in high spirits and had smiles on their faces.

On the other hand, at Feiye Pavilion, except for the head of the sect, Ye Feishuang, who was still forcing a smile, everyone else seemed exceptionally silent.

"Today is all thanks to Xixi." On the way back, Luo Qinghe, who had been worried about something these days, seemed to be infected by the warm atmosphere of his fellow disciples and smiled rarely.

Lin Xi was about to speak, but heard Song Qingguang behind him suddenly screaming in pain. She couldn't help but smile and raised her voice a little, "How can it be thanks to me! We can win the competition thanks to Senior Brother, Senior Sister Yue and Senior Brother Song. Especially Senior Brother Song, he is really a man who can stand tall and proud. Even when facing a powerful opponent like Fellow Daoist Ji, he was not afraid at all and could fight with her for so long. Wow, he is really a role model for our generation."

After saying that, he winked at Luo Qinghe again, patted his chest and said, "If anyone dares to say that my Senior Brother Song is undisciplined and unmotivated, I, Lin Xi, will be the first to disagree."

Luo Qinghe understood and couldn't help but smile. He coughed lightly and said, "Yes, Senior Brother Song was extremely brave tonight. I really admire him very much."

The two men seemed to have not noticed the increasingly smaller cries of pain behind them. They kept talking one after another, and almost described Song Qingguang as a god like Kuafu who chased the sun or Gonggong who touched the mountain. The elders in the front couldn't help but look back repeatedly and shook their heads with laughter.

"Enough, enough. If you two keep talking, I'm almost going to become Yuanshi Tianzun, a Daluo Jinxian. It's too exaggerated." Finally, Song Qingguang, who couldn't stand their poor performance, interrupted their chatter.

"Ah! Senior Brother Song, when did you start walking behind us?" Lin Xi turned around in surprise and looked at Song Qingguang who was being supported by Wei Qingchuan behind him.

"Don't pretend. Although I'm not smart, I'm not stupid either." Song Qingguang held his waist and rolled his eyes at Lin Xi. "Besides, you and Qinghe's acting is too fake."

"What are you talking about, senior brother? What senior sister and I said were all from the heart. If you hadn't stepped forward tonight, we wouldn't have won the competition so easily." Lin Xi would never admit that his acting skills were not good. He walked to Song Qingguang with a smile and held his other hand.

"That's true." Song Qingguang did not reject her kindness. He put his hand on Lin Xi's shoulder and raised his chin slightly. "If I don't go, then according to your cultivation level, you and Qinghe will have to go. Ji Congyan was too cruel. You two delicate girls will probably be hurt even more severely."

Having said this, Ji Congyan's eyes, which were even more indifferent and ruthless than those of the senior brother, seemed to flash before his eyes again. He hissed in fear and hurriedly shook his head to drive the picture out of his mind.

Lin Xi followed up on his words and continued to flatter him, praising Song Qingguang until his face turned red and he laughed. When the atmosphere between them was getting lively, Song Qingguang suddenly felt his hand on Lin Xi's shoulder become sore, and it immediately slipped off Lin Xi's shoulder.

"Huh?" He shook his arms in confusion, but didn't notice anything wrong. He couldn't help but frown and ask.

"What's wrong, senior brother?" Noticing his sudden action, Lin Xi was also a little puzzled.

"It's okay, it's okay, my hand just suddenly felt sore." Song Qingguang shook his head, thinking that he might have accidentally pulled the wound on his body, which affected his arm. He didn't think about it anymore and stretched out his hand to put his hand on Lin Xi's shoulder again.

"Walk faster, do you need to apply medicine on your wounds?" Wei Qingchuan, who had been listening quietly to the conversation, suddenly spoke with a stern face.

"Yes, yes, yes." Song Qingguang said hurriedly with a grin, "If I don't take the medicine tonight, I'm afraid I'll have a hard time getting up tomorrow."

"Why are you still dawdling here?" Wei Qingchuan held his arm tightly and glanced at him coldly.

"No more dawdling, no more dawdling, good senior brother, let's go back quickly. I feel my back and waist are hurting so much now." Song Qingguang begged for mercy.

Song Qingguang waved to Lin Xi and the others and quickened his pace to catch up with the team in front. "Let's go, let's go. Xixi, Qinghe, see you tomorrow."

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Song, see you tomorrow." The two also waved their hands.

"I'll take you back." Seeing the two leave, Ji Xiaowu, who had been silent just now, reached out and put his arm around Luo Qinghe's shoulders, speaking in a gentle tone.

Luo Qinghe lowered his head slightly, the smile on his face faded a little, and he did not reject Ji Xiaowu's proposal, "Okay."

The corners of Lin Xi's mouth drooped, and she rolled her eyes secretly, but when Ji Xiaowu's gaze swept over her, she still pretended to be timid as usual, and quickly said, "I'm leaving first. Senior Sister, you and Fellow Daoist Ji should go back early as well." Then she quickened her pace and caught up with the group of people in front as if she was escaping.

Ji Xiaowu's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain. He lowered his head to look at the peaceful Luo Qinghe, reached out his hand to tuck her hair, which was a little messy due to the wind, behind her ears, and said in a gentle tone, "Let's go. I'll take you there."

Luo Qinghe lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling, and she said softly, "Okay."

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