I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

The look in the senior sister's eyes became more and more unfriendly.

If he answered carelessly, he would definitely make her unhappy.

What's going on? He has been intentionally distancing himself from Junior Brother Bai, but Senior Sister still doesn't believe that he has no interest in Junior Brother Bai.

"Senior Sister, I'm just telling the truth. If Xue Qing doesn't participate, she will have the greatest chance of winning among the geniuses of our holy land." Zhao Kangping's words seemed to be correct.

In previous Holy Land Competitions, Bai Qianqian did perform well, second only to Luo Xueqing.

However, the selection of the Holy Son/Holy Daughter is not based solely on strength.

It also includes character, loyalty to the Holy Land, and some ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

Mu Wanyi knows her own apprentice best. In her eyes, Bai Qianqian is still a little girl who has not grown up.

Perhaps because she often heard Qianqian call her mother, she gradually started to treat her as her own child.

As a monk, she is so childish. Can she really be qualified for the position of saint?

Mu Wanyi remembered that she was already able to stand on her own when she was Qianqian's age.

Bai Qianqian has never gone out alone to explore the world, has never killed any big monsters, and has never killed any demon cultivators of the same level.

She had never even participated in a large-scale competition held between the righteous alliances. Her experience was too limited.

"So how did you know she had a better chance of winning?" Senior Sister smiled and poked his chest with her slender jade fingers, as if to express that you'd better be careful with your words and actions.

Again.

Why do so many women like to be jealous?

This is how my senior sister is, and this is how Mengyao is.

Fortunately, Xueqing is not like that.

"I guessed." He really couldn't think of a good answer, so he said this as if he accepted his fate.

How else to say it?

I can't tell my senior sister that I have read the script.

In the original script, Bai Qianqian became a saint.

If he died, Luo Xueqing would be heartbroken and leave the holy land, missing the selection of the Holy Son/Holy Daughter.

But Xueqing also said that she had no interest in this selection, so she would not participate.

Although the reasons are different, they lead to the same destination.

If nothing unexpected happens, the person who becomes the saint will definitely be Bai Qianqian.

Then why not the Son of God?

If I have to say, the male disciples of this generation are generally not very good.

Mu Wanyi pouted and didn't continue the topic with her junior brother. She knew that a smart woman shouldn't make her man feel uncomfortable.

After all, she didn't have any concrete evidence that her junior brother had any ill intentions towards her own apprentice.

But if there really is such evidence, what should she do?

On one side is his sweetheart, and on the other side is his apprentice whom he regards as a child.

She quickly thought about which was more important.

All of a sudden, she understood.

After all, her junior brother is more important to her, because he has known her the longest.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem unacceptable for the master and disciple to share a meal together, and for Qianqian to serve the junior brother together.

She imagined the scene in her mind.

Two beauties, one big and one small, were fighting over the big bone stick like puppies.

Or use four kids to bully him together and watch how embarrassed he will be when he is embarrassed.

As she thought of this, she felt her nose getting hot and bright red liquid flowed out of her nostrils.

Ouch, that really makes me angry.

My mood, which had just calmed down, began to become chaotic again.

"Junior brother, help me." The woman said softly, her tone was charming.

!!!

Come again? !

It's endless, right?

Zhao Kangping was just a little slow to react, and Mu Wanyi rushed into his arms impatiently.

The graceful body exudes amazing heat.

She was moved again.

We agreed not long ago to just have a good sleep in the second half of the night.

It seems that plans cannot keep up with changes.

……

The next morning.

Zhao Kangping woke up from his sleep first.

The first thing that caught his eye was his senior sister who was still breathing evenly.

At this moment, her snow-white skin was white with a rosy glow, and her clothes had long disappeared.

What a ridiculous night.

Noticing her junior brother's movements, Mu Wanyi rubbed her eyes and slowly woke up.

"Good morning, Junior Brother." She smiled at him and then, as expected, gave him a good morning kiss.

After the kiss, there was love in her eyes that was almost threading.

Mr. Zhao's heart was filled with alarm.

But soon his vision was filled with a dazzling white.

……

After staying together for more than an hour, Mu Wanyi finally let him go.

She pulled a silk handkerchief from her storage ring and wiped her mouth. She double-checked her attire before saying to her languid junior brother on the bed, "I'll be out first. I'll send the maids off along the way. You take this opportunity to run to the teleportation hall. Keep an eye on the communication jade slip."

Watching his senior sister's back disappear from the door, Zhao Kangping, who was lying on the bed, tried to lift his legs.

I actually felt a little sore and weak.

No, Zhao suddenly felt that he had to quit masturbating.

Women will only suck away your nutrients and make you weaker and weaker.

This package hasn't even been opened yet. This woman with a seductive body is really difficult to deal with.

Zhao Kangping stood up trembling. He put on his clothes with some difficulty, his hands shaking throughout the process.

Too fierce.

He felt that his senior sister's fighting ability in bed was comparable to that of four to five Meng Yaos, or three Xue Qings.

Not long after I put on my clothes, my senior sister sent me a message.

She said the road was no longer clear and it was time to move.

Zhao Kangping stumbled out of the door, looked around and made sure there was no one around, then he started running.

However, the pain in his waist and the soreness in his legs made his steps a little distorted.

He ran all the way in this awkward posture, and saw the teleportation array leading to Yaohua Palace right in front of him.

But something unexpected happened first.

Another teleportation array in the teleportation hall lit up.

A graceful young woman in palace dress appeared in the hall.

Zhao Kangping recognized this woman. She was the steward of the Holy Lord Temple, a very serious woman named Dongfang Jingrou.

Dongfang Jingrou saw Zhao Kangping walking towards her with a pale face.

He still looked emaciated, as if he had been drained of his body by women.

I immediately thought that this man might have done something obscene in this Holy Lord's Temple which was like a kingdom of women.

But she still bowed to him politely and said, "Hello, Palace Master Zhao."

Zhao Kangping was not familiar with this woman. Although they knew each other, they didn't have much communication in normal times.

But he replied with a slightly awkward look: "It's the Dongfang steward. I don't have anything to do. I'm going back now."

After saying that, he slipped away like a thief.

It was just a minor incident for him.

But Dongfang Jingrou became alert.

"Could it be that he's having an affair with a maid in this sacred Holy Lord's Temple? This is a complete disregard for the rules of the Holy Land. I need to speak to the Holy Lord."

As the steward of the Holy Lord's Palace, Dongfang Jingrou has always been a woman who abides by the rules, and she also holds others to the same strict standards.

Women who are chosen by the Holy Land to be maids to serve the Holy Lord must keep their body and mind clean. How can they allow even a trace of impurities to pollute the Holy Lord's Temple?

After returning to Yaohua Palace, Zhao Kangping extended his spiritual sense and quickly found the location of his two disciples.

But he didn't want to meet his two disciples in such a frivolous state.

He stood there and checked the system interface.

Then he found that his experience in martial arts had reached more than 6,000.

How can there be so many?

He flipped through the records and found that the effect of dual cultivation was doubled when he was at Jingsi Lake, and there was also a five-fold bonus when he practiced in his senior sister's bath. However, the data was normal when he was in his senior sister's room.

It seems that I will have to check in at Jingsi Lake more often in the future.

How should I spend so much experience in martial arts?

After thinking for a while, he stopped his gaze on the Pure Yang Art.

He had copied this technique several days ago, but he had never really looked through it.

However, he now has experience with the technique, so he can skip the learning stage and learn it directly.

The Pure Yang Art is a technique specifically designed to complement the Pure Yang Holy Body, and it is likely to further develop his Pure Yang Holy Body.

With this in mind, he poured his experience into it, bringing it to the entry level.

Then a large amount of information about the exercises appeared in his mind.

It turns out that the main purpose of this technique is to cultivate pure Yang energy for use in combat, and strengthening a man's combat effectiveness in dual cultivation is just a byproduct.

With the convenience of the system, he understood this technique in an instant.

The moment he mastered the Pure Yang Art, a current of heat rose from his dantian and spread to his limbs and bones.

After practicing the technique for a short while, his legs were no longer sore and his back was straight.

This is still the state where he has not yet cultivated pure Yang Qi. If he can cultivate pure Yang Qi in the future, wouldn’t Wuhu take off?

If he had known earlier, he would have activated this technique when he returned to his senior sister's room. Then he wouldn't be in such a mess.

But this kind of hindsight is completely meaningless.

He calmed down immediately.

After calming down, he continued walking forward.

That is, he had just learned the Pure Yang Art, and he felt that his body was full of strength, without any previous feeling of exhaustion.

"Master, where were you last night?" Sensing the Master's presence approaching, Zhao Mengyao hurried over from a distance. She said with some resentment, "You've been staying at Master's for so long, have you forgotten this is your home? Why don't you just stay with her and not come back?"