Chapter 120
Qiuyue immediately flew down.
Hold on to the sycamore tree.
Looking at Wutong's injuries, the expression on his face was uncertain.
The phoenix trees kept wailing.
It wasn't until Qiuyue fed a few pills and briefly treated the injury that the screams gradually stopped.
Wutong also fainted after slowly calming down, and he was still twitching from time to time.
The eyes of everyone in the stands looking at Ye Qingcheng suddenly changed.
Frightened and avoided.
Yi Jue showed an interested look.
Obviously Yi Jue also saw that this woman had no experience in the world!
And isn't such a woman the most suitable for Yi Jue?
Moreover, he is a swordsman!
Yi Jue thought about some things about the sword cultivator in his memory.
At this time, the two women on the court were having some wonderful chemical reactions.
"Should I thank you?"
Qiuyue said sarcastically.
Ye Qingcheng had a cold face, but obviously lacked confidence.
"He had some nasty things on his mind."
Qiuyue laughed.
Even a little hysterical.
He looked at Ye Qingcheng with red eyes and said angrily.
"I know better than you what kind of person my husband is!"
"You haven't tasted anything between men and women, how can you say dirty words?"
"Do you understand dual cultivation? Do you understand Yun Yuqing? You open your mouth and say it obscenely. I think you want it but don't dare to say it. You want to be a bitch and still want to build a memorial arch!"
Ye Qingcheng's expression changed a little.
A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and his right hand had already touched the hilt of the sword.
Qiuyue's scolding voice stopped abruptly.
His face turned as red as a crab.
She never expected that this person actually planned to take action. Where did this ignorant yellow-haired girl come from?
But Qiuyue also knows that a good man never suffers immediate losses.
At that moment, he hugged Wutong and flew away in despair.
Qiu Xian asked where the hard work was.
But it’s just a matter of living a long life and watching the world of freedom.
In the world of immortality, there is no shortage of people who can assess the situation.
But this is not over yet!
Qiuyue immediately secretly summoned Master Jiedan and asked for help.
I will stay here to avoid disturbing others!
but.
The method of interrogation was stopped by Yi Jue.
Tell me why.
Of course, Yi Jue found this matter quite interesting and didn't want to get involved with other people.
As the competition progressed, Yan Lan who stayed at Huadaowu was defeated by the monk surnamed Xie from Tianque Fort.
In the first half, the top four in the A-shaped half were revealed, namely Qingyangzi and Fengyangzi from the Qingxu Sect, plus the monk named Ye from the Jiang Kingdom and the monk named Xie from the Tianque Castle.
That's it at the end of the day.
It's getting late.
The venue in the arena below is also directly occupied by major casual cultivators.
Many stalls were set up directly.
After all, for casual cultivators, with so many foundation-building cultivators here this time, if one of them takes a fancy to them, they will be assured of success for the rest of their lives.
Yi Jue is pretending to be such a casual cultivator.
Mu'er, who failed in today's game, is looking unhappy now.
"Brother Zong, am I useless?"
Zong Ming was a little helpless.
"Junior sister, it's not that you are useless, it's just that fellow Taoist Qingyangzi is too strong."
"When you get older, you won't be like this anymore."
Mu'er rolled her eyes.
If you expect the person in front of you to comfort you, you are really overthinking it!
At night, the arena was filled with yellow and red lanterns, casting a soft light over the dark night.
The stalls are packed with the hustle and bustle of trading.
Muer walked in front holding a bunch of candied haws, watching the whole process.
Senior Brother Zong followed him all the way.
"Young man, would you like to buy a pair of fine white marble bracelets to make your girlfriend happy?" Suddenly, a voice came from passing by a stall.
Zong Ming hesitated for a moment and immediately felt it made sense.
Zong Ming knew that it was only because of his honesty and hard work that he fell in the eyes of his master and gave him a chance.
But having said that, Mu'er was the apple of the master's eyes. The two of them had no children, so they regarded Mu'er as their biological child.
And he is just one of more than twenty brothers.
So if Mu'er doesn't agree this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have such a good opportunity next time.
The kunai girl in Yellow Maple Valley has been cultivating for a long time.
Thinking of this, Zong Ming immediately looked at some jewelry on the stall.
The styles are exquisite, the categories are wide, and many of them are shining with aura, which is obviously a good thing.
"How can I sell this hairpin?"
"This master has great discernment. This hairpin was made by Master Songfeng. It is made of fine gold essence and has a certain protective effect. It is worth two mid-level spiritual stones."
Zong Ming was stunned.
"What did you say?"
"Then isn't your pile of thousands of spiritual stones?"
The stall owner smiled slightly.
"What matters when giving a gift to a beautiful woman is your heart."
"But how do you express your thoughts?"
"The more expensive it is, the more thoughtful it is!"
Zong Ming was a little angry. The man in front of him took him for granted.
This is just a mid-level magic weapon. No matter how exquisite and complicated the craftsmanship is, the price is only about a hundred spirit stones.
This person in front of me!
"Master, don't be angry. The value of handicrafts is not comparable to those of offensive and defensive magic weapons."
"The value of this kind of gift, and more importantly, I am happy that money can't buy it."
"The lady looked over."
"If she finds out that you buy her a gift, she still cares about it."
"Will the value of this gift be greatly reduced?"
Zong Ming took a peek at Mu'er and found that she was indeed curious.
He was actually preparing to walk this way, and immediately took out two mid-level spiritual stones.
He accepted the hairpin with a look of pain on his face.
Turn around and leave immediately.
The stall owner looked at this scene with a smile.
Zong Ming stopped Mu'er.
"What are you doing?"
"Why didn't you come over for so long?"
Zong Ming's face turned red and he obviously didn't know what to say.
Immediately an idea occurred to me, "I've met that stall owner before, let's have a chat."
Mu'er took a look at the stalls from a distance and found that they were all selling jewelry.
Qiao blushed.
Say it as if nothing happened at the moment.
"There are people playing traps over there. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Let's take a walk."
Zong Ming felt the hairpin in the storage bag and hesitated.
Following Mu'er along the way, I stared at Mu'er's hairpin in a daze.
"Mo'er, I have something to say to you."
Mu'er didn't hear it at all.
"Ah? What did you say?"
"Stall owner, stall owner, I won, I won, that, that, that is mine."
But he was interrupted the next second.
Hit a hair tie.
It's cyan, and the pattern is very atmospheric.
After spinning around for a while.
Mu'er felt tired from playing.
Zong Ming then suggested to take a rest outside.
After all, it’s too noisy here and there’s no place to rest.
The two of them came to a bamboo forest unknowingly.
Beside the bamboo forest.
Zong Ming said to Mu'er.
"I saw a hairpin that suits you very well."
"I accidentally wanted to give it to you."
Happy National Day everyone! ! !
(End of this chapter)