Quick Wear: Is the Lord God showing double standards again today?

As the morning light faded, the Qingyu Immortal Sect's once-in-a-decade martial arts competition venue was already bustling with activity. The venue was surrounded by mountains, like a natural barrier. Above the mountains, clouds and mist swirled, and occasionally cranes flapped their wings and flew through the air.

Around the arena, the stands were stacked up in layers, extending in a circular pattern. At this moment, the seats were already full. Disciples of different levels of cultivation were wearing colorful costumes of different colors.

In the air, there is an exquisite pavilion suspended. It is the place where the elders and the head of the Qingyu Immortal Sect watch the ceremony.

With a long bell ringing, as if it could shatter the void, the fighting competition officially kicked off. In an instant, cheers and shouts from the audience surged like a tsunami, shaking the surrounding mountains slightly.

In the attic, Qionglin was shaking her legs without any image. Her eyes seemed to be staring down, but in fact, her peripheral vision was always paying attention to whether there was a familiar figure around.

Although his junior brother is slow to warm up, he always values ​​his promises. He will definitely do what he promised. Why hasn't he come yet? He has already promised these old men.

Junior brother, please don’t embarrass me!

"Brother Qionglin, didn't you say that Immortal Fuyao would come out of seclusion today? Why haven't we seen him yet?" A pretty woman was playing with a strand of her hair, feeling unhappy that she didn't see the person she was thinking about.

Qionglin swung his whisk calmly, almost hitting the elder next to him, who was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him, saying that it was unruly.

Qiong Lin smiled awkwardly at the elder, stroked the hairs of his whisk and said, "Maybe he got stuck. You don't know how hard it is for him to cultivate and take care of an entire peach orchard at the same time. I guess he's just watering the trees."

When I thought of that fairy-like person holding a bucket and watering the trees one by one seriously, I felt a little funny. Qionglin laughed out loud.

"It's been a long time since I last saw Fuyao. I wonder how his cultivation is going," the second elder asked, stroking his beard.

Qionglin thought about it seriously, then opened his mouth exaggeratedly.

Could it be that he has entered the Tribulation Crossing Stage? !

The elders and the headmaster present thought he had some good news to convey, and they all looked at him expectantly.

"A-choo!" Qiong Lin rubbed his nose, looked up, and feeling the speechless gazes of the crowd, he said with a smile, "If Junior Brother doesn't take action, who can tell how far he has advanced in cultivation, right?"

In the world of immortal cultivation, when one's cultivation level is lower than another, one cannot tell what realm the person with higher cultivation level is at.

Qionglin's strength is considered to be among the best in Qingyu Xianzong. Even he can't see it, which is enough to show how terrifying their junior brother is. Besides, he is only 39 years old this year, right?

The average age of a cultivator is about 200 years old. As your cultivation level increases, your appearance will be gradually increased, and your appearance will be fixed when you reach the Nascent Soul stage.

Therefore, most of the people present were frozen in their middle-aged or young appearances. Some of them learned shapeshifting to make themselves younger in order to cover up their dull talents.

Everyone knows it, but they just give each other a little face.

Qionglin has no baggage. No matter if he is good-looking or not, as long as he stands next to his junior brother, he will just be a foil. Why should he dress himself up? It is so good to be free.

"Alas, elders, what do you think of my junior brother? He has not found a close friend at his age. He guards his peach trees like treasures all day long. I am afraid he will be lonely in the future... Uh, oh, junior brother is here!" Qiong Lin's eyes suddenly lit up as he turned his gaze.

The others looked over immediately after hearing this.

The person who came stood in the air and appeared on the pavilion in an instant. His white hair was like frost and snow, and a green silk ribbon was tied loosely in his hair. The tail of his hair fell freely to his waist, swaying gently with his steps, just like the flowing Milky Way.

That face is truly peerless, as white as jade, without a single flaw.

In his arms, a snow-white kitten lay lazily. Its fur was like freshly fallen snow, without a trace of other colors. The kitten's eyes were as green as a deep pool. Occasionally, it looked around, revealing its innate curiosity.

Its little paw rests lightly on its owner's arm, and it wags its tail from time to time.

"Fuyao Immortal Venerable"

Most of the people present seemed to be older than Nanfeng, but they could only respectfully address him as Fuyao Immortal Venerable. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, strength is king.

Only a few powerful elders who have watched Nanfeng grow up, such as the first and second elders, are qualified to call Nanfeng "Fuyao".

Even the headmaster could only bow respectfully to Nanfeng, because Nanfeng was his uncle, and although he was young, he was much older than him.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," Nanfeng said politely.

How many people here would be dissatisfied with his late arrival? He was already doing a great favor by coming.

"Oh, not too late, it just started. Come on, come on, my dear junior brother, sit next to me." Qiong Lin patted the seat next to him in a playful manner.

Nan Feng really didn't want to admit that this person was his senior brother, but the fact was that he was, so he had no choice but to walk over and take a seat.

The Great Elder looked at Qiong Lin with disdain, then turned to look at Nan Feng's calm demeanor and nodded with satisfaction, "Fuyao, are you interested in accepting a disciple? There are many talented disciples this year. Your Xiaoshifang has been deserted for a long time, and it's time for it to become more lively."

Everyone here has more or less a dozen inner disciples and hundreds of registered disciples. Even Qionglin, who seems unreliable, has more than a dozen disciples.

Only Nanfeng didn't have a single one, and every time he refused, he kept saying, "I still need to retreat and don't have time to teach the disciples, so I won't delay those talented disciples."

But this time Nanfeng changed his mind.

"Yes, it depends on fate." Nan Feng looked at the fierce competition below with his emotionless peach blossom eyes. His sight seemed to be focused on one place, but in fact he was looking for the familiar figure.

I don't know what he saw, but the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

Qionglin's insight into his junior fellow apprentice was very subtle. He noticed the change in his expression and immediately looked down along his line of sight. However, there were too many people around, so he could only lock onto one area.

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"Xiao Huai! Xiao Huai! Look how powerful they are! What should we do if we can't defeat them..."

Amidst the huge crowd, a lively young boy pulled another boy and stood on tiptoe to look at the ring.

The boy who was being pulled staggered and pulled his sleeves back helplessly. "If you can't beat me, beg for mercy."

“Ah… that’s too embarrassing. I heard that the first place winner can choose his own master. We just arrived at the sect not long ago, so aren’t we eligible to participate…” Chu Hanxi felt a little disappointed. He had promised his father that he would find a powerful master and learn the magic to protect his relatives in the town!

Ruan Junhuai pursed his lips, and his hand unconsciously rested on the delicate token on his waist.

Should I give the Peach Blossom Order to Ah Xi like I did in my previous life...

But the events of their previous life hadn't happened yet, so they came to ask the immortals in advance if they could reverse everything and avoid falling into the devil's grip and suffering that heart-wrenching pain...

The wish of his mother and father is to make him an immortal and find a way to suppress the demon bloodline, otherwise he will be in danger of losing control at any time.

At the end of his previous life, he realized that he would not live long. Being half immortal and half demon was an exception, not tolerated by the laws of nature, and was born to be unable to live. He should have been grateful to have lived to the age of thirty, but why was he so unwilling to accept it?

Is he really going to accept his fate?

Then what is the meaning of his new life? He doesn't know...

"Ah! Xiao Huai!"

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Let the two meet soon!