Host, Please Don't Match Up with the Vicious Female

Inner sect disciples who have been in the sect for a month can go to the Artifact Pavilion of the Qingshan School to see if there are any spiritual weapons that are destined for them. Of course, many people with prominent family backgrounds can have their own spiritual weapons at a young age, but most of them They will wait until a month to try their luck in Qige.

Because there is a divine sword named Qingyuan in the Qi Pavilion, which was cast by the founder of the Qingshan School. It has been inserted on the boulder in the Qi Pavilion for 3 years, and no one has been able to pull it out so far. It is like buying a lottery ticket. I know the odds are low but I'd still like to give it a try.

On the day he entered Qi Pavilion, Fang Yue came here to show off.

Song Qi also doesn't understand why this kid is so patient, he has been coming here to mock her for a month, and every time he comes over, Song Qi will be whipped with a broom, and he doesn't fight back, as if he fell in love with the feeling of being whipped.

"It seems that you are the future Master of Excalibur?" Song Qi sat on the ground with his eyes closed, and he didn't even open his eyes.

"You still have the face to mock me, as if you can go in." Fang Yue snorted coldly.

"If there is a real destiny, the thing will fly into your hands as soon as the door is opened, so it doesn't matter if you can get in or not."

Fang Yue rolled his eyes at Song Qi.

Song Qi felt the spiritual energy running in his body, opened his eyes, looked at Fang Yue and yawned: "Aren't you going to line up at the door?"

"Isn't it still early?"

"Anything to eat?"

Fang Yue stared at Song Qi: "Are you asking me what I want to eat?"

"If you don't, hurry up." Song Qi got up, ready to get a broom to chase away people.

In the end, Fang Yue thought for a while, and then groped for a bag of chestnuts in the storage bag and put them on the table: "Tsk, look at you, I'm giving you alms."

"Thank you so much." Song Qi put down the broom for Lizi's sake.

"Are you really going to participate in that ring?" Fang Yue was about to leave, but stopped.

"Ah."

"You need to sign a life-and-death contract to enter the ring." Fang Yue said again.

"Thank you cousin for reminding me." Song Qi pushed aside a chestnut, and looked at Fang Yue again when he heard the ringing of the bell in the distance, "It's time."

"Hmph." Fang Yue snorted coldly, turned and left.

Song Qi didn't understand what he was humming.

Song Qi quickly finished eating a bag of chestnuts, looking in the direction of Qige, a little curious.

"System, what is my weapon?" Song Qi asked.

"What do you want?"

"Light saber, laser gun, whatever."

System NZ was a little speechless: "What are you dreaming about?"

Song Qi sighed, wiped his hands, cleared the table, and sat back down again.

At this time, a group of people poured into the Artifact Pavilion, looking at the artifact stuck on the stone, a little envious, but no one dared to be the first bird to try it.

In fact, everyone knows in their hearts whether it is their own natal spiritual weapon, and if it is true, it will resonate.

After dawdling for a stick of incense, some people still go up, and if there is one, a second person will try.

But let alone pulling it out, there is no one who can get close to it. If you try to get close by force, you will be ejected directly.

After some attempts, everyone dispersed with the feeling of "ah, it's not me but it's not him either".

He thought he was the child of destiny, but in fact he was just an ordinary person.

Everyone who entered Qige this time got their natal spiritual weapon, and most of them were swords.

Fang Yue was lucky, he took a high-grade spirit sword, the sword body was silvery white with a faint blue color, very beautiful.

Not surprisingly, he came again, holding a sword and juggling in front of Song Qi: "Be envious."

"Fortunately."

"You don't even have a natal spirit weapon. When you enter the ring, you will probably be cut off directly. To be honest, I..."

"Thank you cousin for your concern." Song Qi interrupted Fang Yue, "There are still eleven months, don't worry."

Fang Yue was a little speechless: "You don't really wait for the natal spiritual weapon to fly in front of you, do you?"

"No rush, let's talk."

Fang Yue: ...

"Fang Yue! What are you doing?" When Luo Shuyun came over, she saw that Fang Yue was standing in front of Song Qi with a sword in his hand. His hand was faster than his brain, and the sword passed through Fang Yue's face directly. In the past, he took a few steps back in fright.

Fang Yue was still a child after all, and his face paled instantly.

Song Qi finally opened his eyes and looked at Fang Yue: "I just got a new toy and I'm showing off to me, it's nothing."

"Senior Sister Luo." Fang Yue is as afraid of Luo Shuyun as he is of his master. Ever since Luo Shuyun caught him bullying Song Qi a month ago, this expressionless senior sister has always been in the dark. The ground is a stumbling block for them.

"Well, why are you doing nothing? You skipped Brother Feng's class?" Luo Shuyun frowned, looking at Fang Yue, "Also, who allowed you to point the sword at your fellow disciple?"

Fang Yue's face was pale, and he trembled: "I didn't react in my head just now."

"Oh, really? When you go back, copy the door rules ten times and give them to me in three days."

Fang Yue's face turned even paler: "The gate rules... are very long."

Song Qi looked at Fang Yue and smiled: "I believe you can finish copying, cousin, come on."

Fang Yue glared at Song Qi, wanting to say something, but in the end because Luo Shuyun was here, he dared not say anything.

Luo Shuyun sat down at the table, took out a few boxes of pastries, and glanced at Song Qi: "Try it, I tried a new material yesterday, this is a new taste."

Song Qi wiped his hands and sat down on the edge of the table.

Fang Yue looked at the two of them. He still didn't understand why Luo Shuyun treated Song Qi differently.

Obviously this little girl is not likable at all.

In the past, he was cowardly and gloomy, but now he is arrogant and domineering, and beats people at every turn.

"Junior Brother Fang, you can go." Luo Shuyun looked at the light bulb and found it unpleasant.

"Goodbye, Senior Sister Luo."

After Fang Yue left, Luo Shuyun immediately showed a soft smile: "How is it? Does this taste particularly like strawberries?"

"Yeah." Song Qi nodded, "It's delicious, just a little sweeter."

"Why is your taste getting stronger and stronger?"

Song Qi pinched his stomach, then put down his hand pretending to be calm, looked at Luo Shuyun, thought for a while and decided to say something nice: "No matter how sweet you make, you won't get bored, it's very delicious. It meets the standard of dessert in my heart."

"Hey." Luo Shuyun smiled in satisfaction, propped her chin, and looked at Song Qi.

Although I know that this 11-year-old girl is her former self, but looking at this childish face, sometimes there is still some drama.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Too small." Luo Shuyun sighed with emotion.

Song Qi paused, and glanced somewhere: "You are big, you are all big."

Luo Shuyun's expression froze, seeing that the topic was about to gallop, she immediately shut her mouth.

"The small secret realm of Qingshan will open next month, are you going?" Luo Shuyun asked.

"Go." Song Qi nodded.

"I accompany you?"

"No, what's the use of going to that small secret place for you?"

Luo Shuyun sighed with emotion: "It's the first time for my granddaughter to go to the secret realm, as a grandma, she is always a little worried."

After speaking, he glanced at Song Qi and saw her frowning slightly, her mood improved a lot in an instant.

"Tell me about the little secret realm."

"The Small Secret Realm of Qingshan is a practice place with cultivation bases at or below Foundation Establishment. Basically, it is for fighting low-level monsters and the like. If you are lucky, you may encounter some kind of opportunity." Luo Shuyun looked at Song Qi After a few seconds, "Your luck should not be too bad."

Song Qi smiled, well, she is the heroine after all.

After Fang Yue was driven away by Luo Shuyun that day, he never came again, Song Qi only thought it was because he was scared last time.

In fact, Fang Yue was almost driven crazy by Luo Shuyun's assignments.

Although he knew that the other party was doing it on purpose, he still had to do it.

Song Qi didn't see Fang Yue again until the day when the small secret realm was opened. In just a dozen days, Fang Yue lost a lot of weight.

"Don't hold back." Fang Yue glanced at Luo Shuyun who was staring at him not far away, and stopped provocatively after saying four words.

Why this woman is so terrifying, he doesn't understand.

Fang Hui glanced at Song Qi and sneered, "Don't bother us to clean up if you die inside."

"Brother, why do you care about him?" Fang Ya stood beside Fang Hui, raising her head slightly.

Song Qi was not happy to pay attention to them, and walked in directly as soon as the secret realm opened.

The secret realm has been opened for three days, and after three days, everyone will be sent out directly. Of course, they can also leave early, as long as they crush the small sign they took when they came in.

There is a formation in the secret realm, which will randomly assign people to a certain place.

Song Qi looked around, there was nothing but trees, but there was an unpleasant smell in the air.

She stepped forward and walked forward.

Hearing the roar not far away, Song Qi paused.

"Host, run! You can't beat it!" System NZ shouted.

Song Qi didn't mean to die, so he turned around and ran. Although this secret realm is full of low-level monsters, Song Qi can't beat many of them.

As a second-level qi practitioner, she is very self-aware.

However, the monster behind her seemed to be staring at her closely. She clearly felt that there were other people around, but the monster was still following her, and after she circled a small hill, the number of monsters following her increased to two .

Not far away, several people gathered together and whispered.

"Brother, isn't this too good? What if she really dies?" Fang Yue frowned.

"What does she have to do with us if she dies?" Fang Hui said casually, "She is overthinking her own abilities, and no one forced her into the secret realm."

"That's right." Fang Ya and Fang Yi immediately nodded in agreement.