108 ways to die for supporting characters

Luo Yanyan said with a smile: "Senior Brother Xu, please show mercy in the competition later."

Xu Jiyun: Show mercy? How? He is only in the middle stage of foundation building, and Luo Yanyan is one level higher than him.

But he still agreed, "Okay, I will."

Xu Jiyun is the youngest errand disciple on Piaomiao Peak, and therefore, his cultivation is the lowest. He is usually too busy to go out on missions, so he chooses to participate in the competition to accumulate combat experience. He has competed seriously in four games, and in the fifth game he met Luo Yanyan from Tianyi Peak.

The two of them deployed their forces, and when the presiding elder gave the order to start, Luo Yanyan immediately used wind magic, and the fierce wind turned into a blade and slashed at Xu Jiyun's neck mercilessly.

Fortunately, Xu Jiyun reacted quickly. He quickly used his hands to cast a spell, using an earth-based spell to block her, and at the same time, he cast a fireball at Luo Yanyan. When Luo Yanyan was about to dodge, he used a wood entanglement spell, and then a water-based cleansing spell to cleanse Luo Yanyan. Finally, he used his strong physique to kick the stunned Luo Yanyan out of the ring.

After kicking the man, Xu Jiyun stroked his hair that was blown to pieces and his torn clothes, "Junior Sister Luo, your wind magic is too strong. My disciple uniform is ruined."

There was no way. He was a person with four kinds of spiritual roots. He was always flustered during competitions, and was not only concerned with the big picture but also the small details. He would always feel embarrassed after winning.

Alas, he brought shame to the ancestor.

Luo Yanyan was thrown out of the ring and lay on the ground in a spread-eagle position. She was originally conscious, but she fainted from anger.

What about the mercy you promised?

No, why could Xu Jiyun, who was one level lower than her, defeat her so easily?

Sheng Xinyue felt happy when she looked at her senior sister lying on the ground. The reason why she was accepted as a disciple of Master Minghua was because she also had a top-grade wind spiritual root, and all of Master Minghua's disciples had wind spiritual roots.

However, she is the only one who possesses the top-grade wind spiritual root.

This senior sister thought she was the newcomer and bullied her a lot. Now she has lost so much face this time, let's see what she can use to compete with me!
In this competition, only seven people from Piaomiao Peak signed up. The sect competition also has some other restrictions, so only these seven people are eligible to participate.

At the end of today's competition, the seven people gathered together.

"I embarrassed the old man today. You all defeated your opponents with one move, but I had eight pieces of clothes torn."

The person who spoke was naturally Xu Jiyun. He participated in eight games today and once again lamented that his aptitude was too poor. He had four kinds of mixed spiritual roots. Why didn't God give him all five poisons?

"You are pretty good, okay? You have won all eight games and will automatically advance to the next round tomorrow.

I’ve been eliminated.”

"Who made you a Jindan-stage person? If you don't die after meeting Senior Brother Lin, you've already won."

If you lose a game, you will not be eligible to participate in the next round.

Xu Jiyun smiled so beautifully, hehe, it turns out he was not the worst one.

"Don't be sad. We'll let Junior Sister Diao heal you and comfort your injured heart later."

"Roll rough!"

There was a burst of laughter in the cafeteria.

At this time, Lin Fenghan was asking his master for praise.

"Master, I performed well today, didn't I? Does Master have any reward?"

Ning Yan: You are so grown up, but you still act like a child. Do you still want a reward?
"If Master doesn't give it to me, I'll take it myself."

His eyes were fixed on his master's red lips, and his voice had a hint of ambiguity.

Seeing that Master didn't say anything, he actually took a step forward and kissed Ning Yan on her lips.

Maybe he was afraid of being beaten, so he quickly backed away after the kiss, "Master, I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you to rest."

After saying that, he fled. I really don't know whether he is brave or cowardly.

The fifth day of the sect competition is also the last day of competition for all the disciples.

As long as you defeat two more people, you will get the generous reward prepared by the sect for being the first one.

Lin Fenghan won first place in the Golden Core Group as expected. Several errand disciples wanted to celebrate with him, but he refused. He immediately took the reward and found his master. "Master, does your promise to me still count?"

Ning Yan had no expression on her face. "Of course."

Lin Fenghan's face turned red instantly. He had just taken a shower and changed into a red brocade robe when he came here. He felt a bit like a groom. Hearing his master say "naturally", he immediately waved his hand to set up an isolation barrier, and then slowly took off all his clothes one by one.

Ning Yan: No, although the weather is not cold, it is not good for him to be naked in the house in broad daylight.

Lin Fenghan slowly walked up to his master and said, "Master, I will serve you..."

Why not choose to enjoy yourself when someone is serving you?
Oh, so you guys don’t have it. That’s okay.

She has, so...

"You kid, did you really learn this from a book?"

Lin Fenghan looked up in surprise, "Master, it seems you are quite satisfied?"

Ning Yan said nothing, but moved her long legs, "Keep going."

"Master, I would like to try flying on your natal sword..."

Ning Yan: …She quickly covered his mouth. This kid is really going to heaven.

……

From that day on, Lin Fenghan moved to Ning Yan's bedroom and officially became the lover of his master.

But he did not relax his practice. Instead, he worked even harder. He said that he wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with Master, and only then would he be qualified to make it known to the world.

However, the elders of the sect came to Ning Yan again and they wanted to ask the ancestor to take in a few more disciples.

The ancestor is willing to teach his disciples all the chores, so why can't he give some guidance to his outstanding disciples?

The sect leader did not lose his composure. He came to discuss things and brought a lot of cultivation resources. It can be said that he was full of sincerity. He was just short of kneeling three times and kowtowed nine times to Ning Yan as if he were an ancestor as soon as he entered the door.

"Okay, stop with all the formalities. Sit down. I'll serve you tea."

"Uncle Master, I didn't dare to disturb your quiet cultivation before, but I predicted that the sect would face a catastrophe in a hundred years. Only one of my disciples would survive, and the world of cultivation would be devastated. I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure."

Ning Yan raised her eyebrows, "Prediction? When did you acquire this ability?"

The elders all looked towards the clan leader.

The old face of the sect master turned red. "It is said that the prediction is not very accurate. My disciple had a dream. What happened in the dream was extremely real. The founder of the sect personally came into the dream and said that the Xianwu Sect would have a great disaster, the demons would make a comeback, and that my disciple and all the elders would die at the hands of the Demon Lord.

This dream did not just happen once, but for three days, and everything that happened in the dream was exactly the same. "

Ning Yan sat upright, as steady as an old dog.

"Then how did you think of asking me to guide the disciples in the sect?"

"It was Immortal Lord Minghua who proposed it." (End of this chapter)