Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 210 Chapter 210
"It's God, it's God's will!" Lu Qingli tried hard not to laugh, but finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"No, I don't want to be called Zui Pao, don't... uh!" Zui Pao Xian Ding's yell was both plaintive and hysterical, but only halfway through the yelling, it stopped abruptly.

Obviously, the spiritual power of the fairy weapon that had just recovered a little was completely exhausted, and the power of true essence injected into it by Lu Qingli was also exhausted.

The world is quiet again.

The cultivation base was promoted to Xuanzhen, and the sword refining this time was also much faster than the last time when repairing the fairy cauldron and refining the talismans.

Looking out of the window, seeing that it was still early, Lu Qingli refined another scabbard, put away the Wangyou Sword, crossed her knees to recuperate and restore her true energy...

A melodious sound of the ancient bell broke the tranquility of the morning, and after a while, the competition field under the main hall of the Tianqing Sect was full of noise.

In front of the temporary competition stage, hundreds of Tianqingzong disciples sat cross-legged, and on both sides were disciples from various immortal sects who came to watch the battle.

Dozens of senior elders from various immortal sects sat upright in the auditorium a little higher in the rear.

Half a quarter of an hour before the start of the competition, an old man from the Immortal Sect who served as the referee had already arrived on the stage, but the lord of the Tianqing Sect had not yet appeared.

"What happened, why hasn't Sect Master Feng come yet?"

"I heard that I took my disciples out for training."

"It's not the time to practice. What if the competition is delayed?"

"Yeah, I don't know what Sect Master Feng thinks?" Everyone whispered, all puzzled.

"I don't have enough confidence, so I'll hold Buddha's feet temporarily. But it's a pity, if you don't usually burn incense, what's the use of holding Buddha's feet at a critical moment?" Jiang Xianyun said disdainfully.

Others were whispering, but he deliberately raised the volume so that everyone could hear clearly.

There was a sudden silence in the competition field, all the disciples of Tianqingzong glared at him, while the other immortals were thoughtful.

"That's true. How can you take your disciples out to practice at this juncture? Although Sect Master Feng is trying to help them improve their strength, it does seem a bit lacking in confidence." After a while, an elder from the Xianmen had a straight face Said.

Because the competition of the Xuanmen Conference is about to start, all the immortal sects gathered in the Tianqing Sect, and being the suzerain is naturally full of trivial matters, so they can understand that Feng Chengde didn't come to receive them in person two days ago.

Who knew that he was not in the Tianqing Sect at all, but left many fellow immortals aside, and took his disciples out to practice, obviously not giving them face.

That being the case, he didn't have to give Feng Chengde or Tian Qingzong any face.

"It's true, if you don't try the experience sooner, you won't practice it sooner, but why go out to practice at this time, as long as you have a bit of confidence, you won't be in such a hurry."

"Since you're so unconfident, why do you still participate in the Xuanmen Conference? Just abstain." Others were also dissatisfied with Feng Chengde, and when they saw someone start, they all followed suit.

"Master Jiang Feng, I remember that you once defeated Sect Master Feng, do you remember correctly?" The ugly words are all about this, and there is nothing else to worry about, an old man asked Jiang Xianyun curiously.

Come, come, Jiang Xianyun's spirit was greatly lifted when someone finally mentioned the triumphant battle 40 years ago.

"Forty years ago, if you don't tell me, I'll forget it. Victory or defeat is a common event in military affairs. A victory or defeat doesn't mean anything. Don't mention the past, don't mention it again." Jiang Xianyun Mingming was happy in his heart, but he pretended to be calm and clear.

(End of this chapter)