When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Zhong Heng thinks he is good looking, not to say that everyone loves him, but at least he is not cat-hate dog-hate. When it comes to cat-hate dog-hate, his senior sister has a better say, and even the cranes in the sect avoid her Let's go—but what's going on with this little white tiger in front of you? The senior sister hugged her well, she didn't do anything, why did she explode when she saw her? !

The young monk was a little dazed, but the hair-exploding beast in front of him was not an ordinary spirit beast, but the future **** beast of the sect. Zhong Heng naturally didn't dare to be negligent, even if the other party blows his hair at him, he still has to respectfully salute: "The disciple has seen the supervisor."

The little white tiger looked him up and down with scrutiny, but he probably didn't find anything, then turned his head to look at Yun Qingyue.

Yun Qingyue raised his hand and patted the little white tiger's head twice, with a sense of comfort, and immediately introduced: "This is Zhong Heng, my second junior brother. He has been practicing outside before, and he just came back today to participate in the competition. It's a comparison of peace and martial arts."

The little white tiger relaxed her vigilance a little when she heard the words. Although she still did not like the other party, she still nodded her head reservedly as a greeting. Then she nestled into Yun Qingyue's arms, and never looked at Zhong Heng again—it was very tiring to fight monsters. Although she can kill a poisonous agouti with a single needle now, she still squeezed it to earn points. Dried up all the spiritual power stored in the body.

If the senior sister doesn't come, she actually plans to go back home.

Yun Qingyue looked at the little white tiger that had collapsed into a pile of tiger cakes in his arms, and a trace of helplessness flashed in Liuli's eyes. But in front of Zhong Heng, of course she wouldn't say anything, she just said: "Go back."

Zhong Heng agreed and rubbed his nose, feeling that he was rejected for some reason.

The two of them joined forces, so Yu Jian left. After they left, the whole forest returned to its former tranquility.

After a long time, a small animal passed by with its head poking its head, but it didn't know what it noticed, and it suddenly accelerated and ran away.

And not long after the little beast left, there was a strange ripple in the originally empty space. The air seemed to distort for a moment, and then a figure gradually emerged. He looked up at the direction where the two of them left for a long time, and finally flicked his sleeves with a gloomy expression, turned around and disappeared again.

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Yu Jian returned to his residence again, and Zhongheng originally wanted to go to Yunqingyue Courtyard with him—he went out for several years of experience, and felt that he had made a lot of progress, so he was eager to learn from his senior sister—but the senior sister who had never been fortified against him before, This time, the ban was opened directly after entering the door. So the defenseless Zhong Heng raised his heel and bumped into the restraint.

The young man rubbed his blushed forehead, looked at the rippling restraint, and muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, after all, he was unwilling to go back to the residence next door where he had been away for several years.

As soon as the outsider left, Jiang Mo relaxed completely, wrapping his tail around the senior sister's wrist, flattering him a little.

Yun Qingyue saw Naihu's careful thoughts at a glance, but she didn't intend to let it go lightly, her cold expression remained undiminished: "Didn't I tell you to stay at home and practice hard, why did you go to the back mountain to provoke poison again?" Agouti?"

The little white tiger resented, coupled with the exhaustion of his spiritual power, he simply closed his eyes and leaned into his senior sister's arms, pretending to be asleep.

Yun Qingyue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but you can never wake up a tiger that pretends to be asleep, so the last lesson was finally ignored by the little white tiger. After a while, Yun Qingyue found that the little milk tiger had really fallen asleep.

She sighed softly and put the tiger cub back in its nest.

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Jiang Mo slept soundly and peacefully this time, and when he woke up again, it was another sunny day.

The little milk tiger rubbed its eyes and stretched its waist. The whole tiger looked lazy under the morning light, lying in the nest and didn't want to move at all. It wasn't until a while later that she lazily raised her paw, but instead of getting up, she casually clicked on her character panel to check the harvest that she didn't have time to check yesterday—

[Host: Jiang Mo

Race: White Tiger

Occupation: Beast

Grade: 21

Combat strength: 5244629 (1859)

Experience: 739076/5242880

Points: 1512

Potential: ∞

Skills: meditation, use of primary spiritual power (blood inheritance is not activated)]

After looking at the panel, Jiang Mo calculated in her mind, and found that she had managed to get 322 battle power and points in half a day yesterday. Among them, the whole number is contributed by the poisonous agouti, and the extra 2 points are the two spirit rabbits that she solved on the way to find the target.

It has to be said that with the help of her senior sister to improve her skills, the speed at which she earns points from killing monsters has taken a qualitative leap. Now, with each move of a poisonous agouti, the points earned are no less than when he hid in the back kitchen of the Wendaotang and killed chickens.

Jiang Mo calculated in her heart, at the current speed of spawning monsters, she only needs to go to the back mountain one or two times, and it will take a day or two to push her combat power to the level that Foundation Establishment should have. Level—Although normally speaking, the basic combat power of 2310 is only at the bottom of the same level, but being at the bottom is a huge improvement compared to being out of reach, isn't it?

The little white tiger was suddenly full of confidence, and his paws were ready to move. He turned his head and asked the system: "System, where did the senior sister go?"

When the host is resting, the system is mostly in a semi-dormant state to save energy. But it doesn't have to worry about this question at all, and immediately replied: "Has the host forgotten, today is the day when the Zongmen Grand Competition begins."

Oh, yes, the Zongmen Grand Competition has begun.

Jiang Mo almost forgot about this, and immediately jumped up from the nest and ran to the door, forgetting about sneaking away to collect points: "Did Senior Sister go to the Zongmen Grand Competition? Why didn't she?" Take me with you?"

However, Yun Qingyue was going to participate in the big competition, what did he take her to do? Do you want to watch a play?

The system complained silently in its heart, and ran out with the host, but this time Jiang Mo was directly blocked by the gate without even leaving the courtyard. She was depressed for a moment, and just wanted to raise her claws to scratch a few times, but the restriction in front of her eyes suddenly rippled and opened.

However, before Jiang Mo could be pleasantly surprised, he saw that standing outside the door was not Yun Qingyue, but Zhiming Shenjun in black clothes.

The little white tiger's high mood suddenly cooled down, and she changed her face so quickly that the Zhiming Shenjun could see it clearly. The latter suddenly felt angry and funny: "What? You don't want to see me? Or do you want to stay in this yard honestly?"

Yuanyuan's tiger ears moved, and the little white tiger heard two words: "Where does the **** want to take me?"

Zhiming Shenjun snorted and said nothing, and when he raised his hand, an invisible force grabbed the back of the little white tiger's neck. The milk tiger's body froze immediately, until he was hugged by Zhiming Shenjun and stroked his fur, then he raised his claws and pushed the other's hand away with a face of refusal: "Speak well, don't move, I'm not So casual tiger."

Hearing this, Zhiming Shenjun snorted lightly, remembering that this white tiger was actually a rare tigress, he stopped his movements after all: "There is a little disciple who clings to her all day long, acting coquettishly, isn't it casual enough for you?"

The little white tiger was speechless for a moment, and after a while he choked out a sentence: "I'm happy, you don't care."

Zhiming Shenjun didn't bother, he picked up the furry tiger claw and pinched it again, then frowned and said: "The Qingyuan spirit marrow I gave you, is it still useless to you?"

The little white tiger was startled when he heard this, and then he remembered the bottle of Qingyuan spirit marrow that was eating ashes in her storage space. Although she can't use it now, it is indeed a good thing, and the Zhiming God who met once is also generous enough. Focusing on this, she decided to put on a better attitude, so she took out the Qingyuan Essence and explained: "I'm still too weak to use this."

After hearing this, Zhiming Shenjun curled his fingers and tapped her on the head: "Who told you that you can't use it? Our beasts are born with strong bodies. Why can't we digest the treasures of heaven and earth? What's more, the attribute of Qingyuan spirit marrow is inherently strong. Gentle, best for cubs."

Compared with two months ago, Jiang Mo is not so eager to upgrade now, but he still can't help being moved when he hears the words of Zhiming Shenjun. Seeing this, the system hurriedly poured cold water on the side: "Host, wake up, you are not the original product!"

Yes, she is not the original, it is a weak chicken who took up the waste account and retrained.

Jiang Mo calmed down all of a sudden, and the emotion on his face instantly turned into entanglement and loss. Although she didn't open her mouth, Zhiming Shenjun seemed to have guessed her concerns, and said after a moment of pondering: "Your physique is weak, if you have any concerns, why not pour the Qingyuan Essence into the spiritual spring and then absorb it?" I remember that there should be a spiritual spring in the dwelling of the disciples of Mingxia Peak."

He said, looking towards the small courtyard in front of him.

This is a good suggestion, there is indeed a spiritual spring in the senior sister's room, but the little white tiger almost exploded again after hearing the words of Zhiming Shenjun - how does this guy know that there is a spiritual spring in the senior sister's room? Could it be out of respect for the old, when did you peek at it? !

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Of course Zhiming Shenjun would not do such a shameless thing, besides he is eight thousand years old, Yun Qingyue is no different from a cub in his eyes. But the "old man" couldn't guess the little white tiger's twists and turns, so he simply ignored it.

Zhiming Shenjun only mentioned about the Qingyuan Spiritual Marrow, he didn't seem to care very much, and immediately left with the little white tiger.

Cultivators build foundations to control things, and Yuan Ying can control the sky without external force. For the divine beasts born as Nascent Souls, flying in the air is almost their instinct, even though the Xuanwu White Tiger doesn't have wings like Suzaku. With Zhiming Shenjun's current cultivation base, he doesn't even need to fly in the sky. He can cut through the void with a single finger, and can complete teleportation with a single step.

A thousand miles in a blink of an eye is not just talk. It was as if the little white tiger was still wondering whether Zhiming Shenjun had peeped at the senior sister's residence a moment ago, but the scene in front of him turned around the next moment, and the two had already arrived on Tianyang Peak.

Tianyang Peak is located in the center of the five peaks, and it is also the head of the sect, so the Zongmen Grand Competition is naturally set here.

However, it is not always true that the Grand Competition will be held at Tianyang Peak. To be precise, it should be held on a Xiaoling Peak on the left side of Tianyang Peak. It's just that this Little Spirit Peak is more unlucky. Thousands of years ago, a venerable sword cultivator in Tianyang Peak went mad. When he went crazy, he happened to cut off half of the Spirit Peak with a sword, so the top of this Little Spirit Peak became a flat piece. , and later it was built into a square by waste utilization.

Zongmen Grand Competition is not a matter of one peak, at least half of the tens of thousands of disciples from the five peaks will come to participate. In this way, the Banshan Square on Tianyang Peak is not enough. Apart from this huge square built by the entire Lingfeng, it is difficult to hold such a grand event in other places.

Since this morning, the Xiaolingfeng Square has been bustling like never before.

The disciples of Wufeng rushed to it one after another, and at a glance, it could be regarded as a sea of ​​people. Brothers or acquaintances gathered in one place, shoulder to shoulder in twos and threes, the sound of joking and joking scared the birds around. It wasn't until the sect master, the peak master and others arrived and sat down on the high platform in front of the square that everyone calmed down, and the hustle and bustle finally subsided for a while.

According to the usual practice, the head of Qingxiao will say a few words, and then announce the start of the competition. It's just that before he could speak today, Zhiming Shenjun appeared in the middle of the square with the little white tiger in his arms.

Facing the sudden change of the scene, the little white tiger was startled for a moment, and then caught a glimpse of Yun Qingyue standing behind Qingyu Peak Master, the tiger's eyes were slightly bright—today's senior sister changed the usual green clothes, and the white clothes complemented her. She is as graceful as a fairy. Even though she was surrounded by fellow students wearing the same clothes, she still did not lose sight of the crowd, but instead became more dazzling.

It's a pity that before the little white tiger could continue admiring the beauty of the senior sister, the sect master and all the elders of the peak master stood up. On and off the stage, everyone respectfully bowed their heads and saluted Zhiming Shenjun: "I have seen the Shenjun."

Zhiming Shenjun embraced the little white tiger, accepted it calmly, only slightly nodded and said: "I will watch the competition with the supervisor."

Zongmen Dabi is not a trivial matter for Xuanqingzong, but it is not too important, after all, it happens once every ten years. Even in the next three discussions on martial arts, there was one in Yijiazi. This time may be considered long for a monk, but for a beast with a life span of tens of millions, it is not worth mentioning, or even too frequent. In addition, Xuanwu is lazy, and he hasn't attended the Zongmen Dabi for thousands of years.

However, when the head of Qingxiao heard his words, he didn't show any surprise. Even if he asked people to add two chairs next to the main seat on the high platform - one was naturally for Zhiming Shenjun, and he was hugged by Zhiming Shenjun The little white tiger also has a separate seat.

The little white tiger was quite satisfied with this, jumped up first, and landed on the chair closer to Qingyu Peak Master.

Peak Lord Qingyu's expression was indifferent, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and he still didn't give face to the supervisor. And Zhiming Shenjun didn't say anything about it, but Shi Shiran lifted his clothes and sat next to the head of Qingxiao.

The little white tiger quickly glanced left and right, and saw a long row of chairs on the high platform. Sitting in the middle is naturally the head of Qingxiao, and on the left are Zhiming Shenjun, her, and the master of Sifeng. On the opposite side are the accompanying elders of Tiandao Sect and Fo Sect, as well as the disciples who participated in the martial arts discussion this time.

Little White Tiger is not very interested in the people and things of other sects.

She turned her gaze back to her side. This time, instead of staring at Yun Qingyue, he saw Zhong Heng standing beside her. Besides him, there were several men and women standing behind Peak Master Qingyu.

Counting there were seven people, none of the seven small courtyards on Zuofeng platform were vacant. But the amazing thing is that Jiang Mo has been living in Yunqingyue's courtyard for more than a month, and she has never seen any of the neighbors except Zhongheng, who was said to have just come back. At this moment, except for Yun Qingyue and Zhong Heng who took a few more glances at her, the rest seemed not interested in her either.

What kind of master really is, there is what kind of apprentice... The little white tiger curled his lips, and lost interest in those people.

At this time, the head of Qing Xiao stood up, and his eyes slowly swept across the audience: "It's another ten years, and we will meet again, I think everyone has already prepared for today's competition. If that's the case, I won't To say more, the outcome of ten years of penance depends on success or failure."

As early as the head of Qingxiao stood up and spoke, Jiang Mo was ready to hear a long speech, just like the principal's speech at the opening ceremony that he had experienced countless times. Unexpectedly, the head of Qingxiao didn't play cards according to common sense, and before the little white tiger rubbed his ears to show an impatient gesture, he had already finished his speech with two sentences, which was so concise that the tiger was surprised.

The little white tiger couldn't help but looked around, but saw that everyone seemed to be surprised. And as the head of Qingxiao said, the formation on the square was activated, and after a flash of light, dozens of arenas suddenly rose from the ground.

Xuan Qingzong's sect competition will last half a month, after all, the competition does not limit the number of applicants. For example, there are not many disciples of Mingxia Peak among the five peaks, and there are thousands of people signing up. The total number of five peaks participating in the big competition is at least seven or eight thousand. If two people play a game, they will get three for one round. Four thousand games. Even though Xiaolingfeng Square is huge, there are so many arenas that cannot be arranged.

Therefore, the first round of the competition was not a two-two duel, but a brawl of hundreds of people. Those who fell out of the ring and surrendered were eliminated. In the end, only ten people were left to participate in the second round of competition. In this way, 90% of the people can be wiped out in one round, and another round of the remaining seven or eight hundred people is almost enough.

The little white tiger had never seen a real monk fight, so he was curious for a while, and looked at the ring several times.

It's a pity that the big competition has not started yet, and the rules of the big competition seem to be known to everyone, and no one has explained it specially. No matter how curious the little white tiger was, there was nothing to see in the dozens of arenas. After staring at it twice, he withdrew his gaze resentfully. Subconsciously, she turned her head to look at Yun Qingyue again, but seeing her senior sister's solemn expression, she only glanced at her and responded briefly.

There were quite a lot of people on the high platform, and there was really no room for the two of them to communicate... The little white tiger suddenly felt bored, she was sitting upright on the chair, her tail stretched out from the gap behind the chair, she swayed left and right, and the tip of her tail swept across inadvertently Yun Qingyue's hand holding the sword.

The little milk tiger's tail is fluffy and soft, and when it brushes the back of the hand, it brings some slight itchiness.

Yun Qingyue's hand holding the sword was slightly tighter, and his gaze casually glanced at the little white tiger sitting in front of him. The latter didn't seem to notice it, and still stared at the audience. After a while, he probably felt bored, and simply lay down on the chair. It's just that the tail behind her was dishonest, and when she swung it from time to time, the tip of the tail would rub against the back of her hand.

The slender and slender fingertips moved, a little missing the soft fur of the little white tiger, but unfortunately this occasion is not suitable for petting the tiger.

Yun Qingyue sighed silently, then decided not to be tempted, and moved his hand away. At this moment, the arrangements for the first round of competitions have been arranged below, and a large number of disciples began to go to the dozens of rings.

The ones for foundation building and the ones for refining qi have not been deliberately separated. As far as this competition is concerned, there are only inner and outer gates.

Among the dozens of arenas, a small half are inner disciples, and more than half are outer disciples. They are not competitors now, and the top ten in the inner sect and the top ten in the outer sect must be selected separately, and then the top ten in the outer sect are eligible to challenge the inner sect disciples—this kind of scene is not common, but it is not impossible, because some People lead art investment teachers, and they can only stay in the outer school when they enter the school.

As for why Jindan was not mentioned? That's because the upper limit of Dabi's age is the same as that of Martial Arts, 50 years old. If you can advance to Jindan before the age of 50, you can't stay in the outer sect, and it's impossible not to have a master to accept students.

But these are things for later, the excitement in front of me is still in the arena.

The little white tiger just got down and sat up again, looking down with burning eyes. However, when each arena was full of one hundred people, a barrier immediately rose around it, not only to prevent people from going on the stage, but also to block the attacks on the arena, so as to prevent people outside the arena from suffering disaster. And before anyone shouted to start, all kinds of spells on the ring started to explode.

Red, yellow, and green, all kinds of lights flickered on the ring, as if some special effect that blinded people's eyes had been activated for a moment.

The little white tiger was dizzy. There were so many people that he didn't have time to see everyone's performance. He saw a group of figures have been quickly blown away from the ring. However, it is said that there are too many people who cannot see clearly, but in fact there are still some dazzling existences.

For example, when the little white tiger turned his head, he saw a golden lion with wings roaring, and then kicked left and right and kicked many people off the stage within minutes. After taking a closer look, he saw that there was a person riding on the back of the flying golden lion, who looked a little familiar to him from the spirit beast garden... I saw him holding the lion's mane in one hand, while directing the flying golden lion to fly up and down, From time to time, a few people are eliminated, which is extremely cruel.

Just, a little majestic...

The little white tiger looked down at his own small body, and then at the flying golden lion that looked like a hill, feeling a little inferior for no reason. It's just that as soon as this idea was born, she felt a pain in the back of her head and was slapped.

The little white tiger who has never suffered a loss suddenly became angry, and turned his head with his milk teeth bared. Who is it that Shi Shiran withdrew his hand? The latter glanced at her lightly, but before she spoke, a voice came into her ears: "Little guy, put away your envious little eyes. Even the kind of stuff below is worthy of your envy, it's not shameful enough!"

The little milk tiger bared her teeth at the full-level boss, and made two "grunts" in her throat, but she was still wilting—she actually understood that Zhiming Shenjun personally brought her here today, and the headmaster specially arranged for her a separate The seat was intended to let her show up and elevate her status. She couldn't drop the price just because of a flying golden lion.

But knowing Gui knows, the little milk tiger who got slapped is still wronged. The tail swept back again, but it didn't touch the hand of the senior sister, and the little milk tiger who was lying alone on the chair suddenly felt even more aggrieved.