Demons all over the world: the black-bellied third lady

Chapter 140 Faction Competition (3)

"An Ran!" Le Mianmian called An Qianxi's name fiercely.

An Qianxi stopped, turned around and looked at the two people, embarrassed and horrible, it seemed impossible to describe the two of them.

For these two people, they are the favored children of their own faction. How could they feel better if they were bullied by An Qianxi so hard.

Just wanting to smash An Qianxi's body into thousands of pieces, is also incomprehensible.

"Huh?" An Qianxi gave them an innocent look.

Seeing the two of them panicked, An Qianxi shook her head and walked back to the resting place of the sword disciples.

As soon as An Qianxi walked over, she saw a group of disciples surrounding her, oh my god, An Ran is really extraordinary!
As soon as she appeared, she not only gave the sword department an embarrassment, but also slapped other factions in the face, and even completely changed the headwind situation of the sword department!
Several superiors discussed with the elders, and because of An Qianxi's overbearing, a few rules were added abruptly.

First, you can't collect the arrows of your own faction disciples on one disciple.

Second, the activity ability of other disciples should not be imprisoned.

Third, the time is changed from ten sticks of incense to three sticks of incense.

Hearing this result, An Qianxi was not too surprised, but she didn't expect to change a few rules abruptly because of her making such a fuss?
"Oh my god, boss, I think they are trying to restrict you." Qin Mofei wailed.

"It's too much." Tu Juanjuan pouted.

Then I saw a group of sword disciples talking, complaining, angry about the rules, and complaining about the restrictions imposed on the boss.

"Why, do you not believe in the strength of the boss, or do you not believe in your own strength?" Chen Moming wanted to encourage everyone.

When Chen Moming asked, everyone fell silent.

"Mo Ming is right. These rules are set to restrict me, but what's the point? Isn't it better to prove your strength? Is it true that you are all trash as they think?" An Qianxi was cold Said.

"How is it possible!" Qin Mofei replied instantly.

"Then prove it." An Qianxi patted Qin Mofei on the shoulder.

"Boss, don't worry." Qin Mofei said.

"Yes, boss, don't worry, we won't lose face, right brothers?" Chen Moming asked the disciples of the sword department.

"Yes!" The disciples of the sword department quickly recovered their morale.

An Qianxi was very satisfied.

"This child is born with leadership skills." Leyin Shangzun looked at the matter on the sword department.

"You mean?" Master Xiu Mi suddenly thought of something, and asked.

Seeing Leyin Shangzun smiling but not speaking.

The third game begins.

An Qianxi took the sword disciples to the stage.

But Le Mianmian and Qiyue did not appear on stage.

I think so, it's time to heal.

"This is up to you." An Qianxi flew over the stage all of a sudden.

Those people were relieved when they saw that An Qianxi didn't seem to have any intention of participating.

An Qianxi saw that Lin Qiuqiu and Xin Yumeng didn't play, and those two went to heal their injuries. The rest of them are actually not too good, which is very beneficial to the disciples of the sword department. Now, she believed that disciples of the sword department could still win.

Although this game was not as direct and violent as last time, it was more intense and interesting.

As An Qianxi expected, after three sticks of incense, it is true that sword disciples got the most cards.

After the integration of these three games, the sword system is the first.

Fighting is the second.

Phonological third.

Summoning is fourth.

An Qianxi was very happy watching the lively and joyful scene of the disciples of the Sword Sect, but she quietly left while hiding in the crowd.

When everyone regained their senses and came to look for her, they found that she had long since disappeared.

"Little girl, what's the matter?" The little old man has been paying attention to An Qianxi, watched her leave, and followed her, looking at An Qianxi looking into the distance, very melancholy.

"I always feel very ethereal." Seeing that it was a little old man, An Qianxi expressed her thoughts directly.

"What misty? Is it your heart, or the uncertainty about your own future?" The little old man stroked his beard.

"It's all there, but I feel melancholy..." An Qianxi shook her head with a smile.

"You are not an ordinary child. As much as you are capable, you will naturally have as much responsibility. Sometimes it is really straight when the boat reaches the bridge. What's more, even if you are confused, you are still moving forward with the plan in your heart, isn't it? Is it? I haven't seen the result yet, why do I feel that my heart is ethereal?" The little old man laughed.

He thought of that child again in a trance. Back then, when he was only that old, he also had the same problem, but now people are different.

that child. .It was the person he thought could save the world. Looking back now, it was probably a kind of wonderful fate that attracted this child.

"Will my father do the same?" An Qianxi asked.

"He is a bastard, but he was not as good as you when you were your age." The little old man seemed to cleverly bypass An Qianxi's question.

"I see, I'll go back first, or the senior brother will nag me again." An Qianxi said goodbye to the little old man.

The little old man waved his hand, and there was a gleam of light in the corner of his eyes.

"Master, this child..." A person came out from the side, and this person was none other than Wu Yuwen.

"I'm not worried about this child, I'm just worried that the disaster will break out too quickly." The little old man shook his head.

"I heard that the situation over there is pretty good now." Wu Yuwen said suddenly.

"That's what makes people worry. I don't know what will happen next." The little old man looked worried.

(End of this chapter)