When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Yun Qingyue, who had left with the little white tiger in his arms, was not clear about the fear and schemes of the Tiandaozong people. She defeated the enemy with one sword and won too quickly. Now she went to watch the competition in other arenas, only to find that most people's competition has just begun.

There are ten arenas in the square, four of which have disciples from Mingxia Peak competing.

Perhaps out of the sense of responsibility of the senior disciples, Yun Qingyue not only memorized the names of these disciples, but now that he won the competition, he also planned to take a look. The first one to arrive was the ring next to her. On the ring was a little-known inner disciple of Mingxia Peak. He was lucky, and his opponent was also an inner disciple who happened to be equally unknown. You two come I went to play quite lively.

Yun Qingyue stopped and watched under the arena for half an hour, and saw that the disciple was proficient in martial arts. Although he was not amazing, he was also well-regulated and never made mistakes. The same is true for his opponent, and if the two continue to fight, perhaps the last thing they fight is consumption.

The two fought lively and wonderfully in the arena, and shouted and applauded constantly in the arena, but for those who have seen through the details of the two, this kind of competition is actually a bit boring. Therefore, Yun Qingyue didn't stay for long after seeing through, and soon walked to the next ring with the little white tiger in his arms. On the other hand, the little white tiger was enjoying watching the fun, so he felt a little regretful about being taken away like this.

The second arena where Mingxia Peak disciples competed was a little farther away, and there were three arenas in the middle. Fortunately, when Yun Qingyue passed by, those disciples who were crowded in the audience to watch the battle consciously gave way.

This time, when he was under the ring, Jiang Mo looked up and realized that the contestant on the stage was actually a half-acquaintance.

It was Chu Yang whom I met yesterday. His luck is really not good, he defended the ring for 17 rounds yesterday, even though his cultivation base is deep, he could not avoid getting injured. In the end, he didn't get what he wanted, let alone the first round of today's competition, so he didn't even have any extra time to cultivate, and the opponent was still an inner sect sword cultivator with a high level of cultivation. At this time, I don't know what kind of fighting they have experienced. Both of them have torn skirts and blood stained gowns.

Sword cultivators are often the most difficult opponents, because they are as sharp as swords and have the courage to move forward. Yesterday's sharpness and bravery allowed Chu Yang to dominate the arena, but today, unfortunately, there were two sword cultivators standing on the same arena.

Meeting on a narrow road, no one has the intention of giving in, and the hatchback fight is full of sword energy.

The little white tiger has only been here for two months, and has yet to see a few monks make a move. He is still a tiger that has no experience. She couldn't understand the mystery contained in the ordinary sword of the senior sister, but she was amazed by the solid sword energy coming and going on the ring at this time, and a pair of golden tiger eyes looked at the two without blinking. People were fighting, and occasionally saw the tension, and the claws unconsciously grasped the arm of the senior sister.

Yun Qingyue was seriously watching the competition between the two, but suddenly felt a slight pain in his arm. When he lowered his head, he realized that it was the little white tiger who was nervously watching and grabbed his arm, not even noticing that the tips of his nails were exposed.

The tiger cub was still young, and its tender claws were not sharp enough. They couldn't even penetrate Yun Qingyue's cassock, so naturally they wouldn't hurt her. But this also pulled Yun Qingyue's attention away from the arena, she raised her hand to remove the little white tiger's paw, and then asked when she was dazed: "How exciting is the competition on the stage? "

The little white tiger nodded subconsciously, then looked at the claws that had been pulled away, only to realize that he hadn't put his nails away properly. Her face immediately changed, and she couldn't care less about watching the ring, so she went to grab the sleeve of the senior sister: "How is it, are you injured?"

Yun Qingyue naturally couldn't understand the little white tiger's cry, but she saw the other party's eagerness and annoyance, and the slight dislike that had been inexplicably before was swept away in an instant. Of course, she didn't wait for the little white tiger to really open her sleeve, and pressed the tiger's paw with one hand, and at the same time replied tacitly: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm not injured."

The little white tiger was still not at ease when she heard the words, but before she insisted on checking, the system said coolly: "Don't worry, the host, Senior Sister didn't lie to you. With your combat power, let alone hurt Senior Sister, even her You can't even break through the vestment on your body."

The words were words of comfort, but they were very heart-wrenching to hear.

The little white tiger glanced at the system that was hiding away, and didn't struggle to shoot it. He just took advantage of his tail twitch when the other party was unprepared, and precisely sent the dazzling light ball away. After teaching the system a lesson, she relaxed from her nervousness, and then realized that it was really bad to pull the senior sister's sleeves in public, so she gave up checking.

However, out of guilt, she hid her nails again, and then gently rubbed her senior sister's arm a few times with a pad of flesh. While kneading, he peeked at the senior sister's expression and saw that she did not show pain, so he believed that she was really fine.

And Yun Qingyue also noticed the little white tiger's cautious behavior, and there was warmth in the glazed eyes.

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Yesterday when Chu Yang was defending the ring, Yun Qingyue seemed to have paid unusual attention when watching the battle. Jiang Mo originally thought that she would pay more attention to Chu Yang in today's arena, but after interacting with each other, she went straight to the next arena without stopping.

Calculating the time, she only stayed under this arena for a moment, not as long as watching the battle in the previous arena.

Of course, Chu Yang was not an important person in the first place, but he appeared more frequently in the past two days. The senior sister was not interested in watching the battle and wanted to hug the tiger and leave, and the little white tiger was also half-hearted. On the contrary, because she was so engrossed in watching the battle that she almost hurt her senior sister, she also felt a little angry at Chu Yang. Although it is not necessary to do anything, it is always okay not to stay or look at it.

One person and one tiger left Chu Yang's arena without even noticing Chu Yang's casual glance on the arena behind him—with the sensitivity of a Jindan cultivator, Yun Qingyue might have noticed that there was a peeping gaze, but at this moment the square There were so many people there, it was hard to know who would have looked at it, and it was really hard to get to the bottom of it, so I missed this one too.

Without Yun Qingyue and Xiao Baihu watching, Chu Yang's arena was still extremely lively. Yesterday's ring defense made him famous, and today there are many people watching the game. In addition, the opponent was somewhat difficult to deal with, after that glance, he had no time to pay attention to others.

On the ring behind them, the two sword repairmen were still fighting inseparably, but Yun Qingyue came to the last ring with the little white tiger in his arms.

The spells flickered, the epee swept across, and the seemingly incomparably strong arena was smashed into a big hole from time to time... This time the people on the arena were really acquaintances, and who was it if it wasn't Mingxia Peak's second senior brother Zhong Heng?

It’s just that there was a delay before, Yun Qingyue arrived a little later with the little white tiger in his arms, and the fight was coming to an end—Zhongheng’s opponent was a female cultivator, I don’t know which peak it was, it should be a true legend in terms of cultivation . The two have been fighting each other until now, and the female cultivator has exhausted all means, and at this moment, she is forced into a corner by Zhong Heng, and the defeat is only a matter of a moment.

Seeing that Zhong Heng showed no mercy, and swung an epee at her face, the female cultivator who was pushed to the edge of the ring was almost gnashing her teeth, but she shouted without any hesitation: "Wait, I admit defeat."

After the words fell, the epee barely stopped in mid-air, only half a palm away from the female cultivator's face.

The epee stopped, but the air flow brought up by it stirred the nun's long hair, and it flew back slightly. The female cultivator glanced at the epee that was close at hand, raised her hand and pushed the blade away, then glared at Zhong Heng bitterly, and jumped off the ring neatly.

Zhong Heng was stared at inexplicably, but for him it was good to win, so he happily put the epee back into the scabbard behind him. Then before the elder announced the result, he also jumped down from the ring, but ran to Yun Qingyue in two or three steps. First he looked him up and down, then he sighed in frustration, "I lost again."

When outsiders heard this, they just didn't understand, because it was clear that he had won in the arena just now. As if to prove that everyone was right, the elder who presided over the arena had also stepped onto the stage, announcing Zhongheng's victory.

But only Yun Qingyue knew that the loss Zhongheng mentioned did not refer to the ring, but the comparison with her—this younger brother, who was older than her, seemed to be quite obsessed with surpassing himself. On the first day of returning to the sect, he pestered her to compete, and now he is even more speedy than her in winning. But the opponents are different, so what's the point of such a comparison?

A little helplessness flashed in Yun Qingyue's eyes, but she had learned too much about Zhong Heng's stubbornness over the years, so she didn't bother to say anything. What's more, it's not necessarily bad for him to have such a competitive heart, and his frustration and loss are only temporary.

Sure enough, within two seconds of being lost, Zhongheng raised his head again: "I really want to compete head-to-head with my senior sister."

Seeing the light in his eyes eager to try, Yun Qingyue turned around and left with the little white tiger in his arms: "Then keep winning until the end, and you will always meet." She said this lightly, but the pride in her words was No less than anyone.

Zhongheng laughed and didn't feel anything wrong, so he agreed and chased after him.

The results of the first group arena came one after another, then the second, and the third... until the end of the sixth group arena, today's big competition is considered to be over. The first round of the group arena finally came to an end. The names on the jade disc that had been densely written on it were reduced by half in an instant. The original 115 people were eliminated today, and only 58 people remained.

At that time, the sky was already setting, and the second round of the group arena obviously had to wait until tomorrow, so the time was not urgent.

The disciples left one after another, and before leaving, they gathered together in twos and threes, still discussing the excitement of a certain competition. As the various lights faded away, Xiaolingfeng Square, which had been bustling all day, finally gradually regained its tranquility.

Yun Qingyue and Zhong Heng didn't stay till the end. They left Xiaoling Peak after seeing the competition of several senior disciples. The strength of these senior disciples is all good, but I have to say that the unlucky one is Hou Ying. It's unlucky, because apart from Yun Qingyue, although the opponents of the other big disciples also lost quickly, they were more or less lenient, so that they wouldn't be so miserable as an instant kill.

But winning is winning, and Yun Qingyue didn't feel that she had done anything wrong. After watching the ring, she took the little white tiger and left Xiaoling Peak. It was still early at that time, and she did not return to the guest room of Tianyang Peak to practice.

Under the puzzled eyes of the little white tiger, she asked: "It's been a boring few days, how about I take you to the back mountain to play?"