The paranoid hero who is about to wear clothes is squeamish again

Chapter 273
Fatty, the head of the sect guarding the calf, couldn't bear to see this scene, so he immediately jumped out and stopped Qi Cheng, "Tsk, what are you doing? Don't frighten our little apprentice."

He looked at Fuyu not far away.

Terrible brother!

His apprentice was treated like a trick, and he didn't say a word.

As soon as he went out, the monks quickly stood up, with a serious look on their faces.

"Someone wants to compete with the girl."

"So is a certain person."

Everyone looked like a dog, and they all wanted to bully the little girl.

The fat man finally noticed it, "You really want to bully our little girl, right?"

"Our little girl has not yet passed her twenties. Look at you, each one of you can be her uncle!"

Everyone is rushing to use Qi Cheng to jump up?
Fatty, the head of the sect, usually looks fat and has no attack power at all.

But when he got angry, he was unbelievably fierce.

Everyone was a little apprehensive, but there were still some brave ones who stared back and shouted, "Isn't she here to compete? She came here but didn't compete? What is this?"

But what made Fatty's head angry was not what they said, but their attitude of using Qi Cheng as a springboard, "Then you can swarm her up like a sweet potato?"

"Apprentices are ignorant, don't be angry with the gods, these little disciples are used to being competitive, don't be angry with the gods." A certain head of Yunyou hurriedly came up to smooth things over, and by the way, he glared at the disciples several times. .

The fat leader snorted coldly, and after waiting for the wandering disciples on the stage to leave, he also slowly got off the stage.

Even if there is such a farce, the process that should be followed should also be followed.

Draw lots again, and draw out other disciples to compete with Qi Cheng again.

This time, the one who came up to compete with Qi Cheng was a monk who looked very smart.

The young monk had a smile on his brow and eyes, mixed with a feeling of success.

Qi Cheng remembered his face, he was one of the monks who rushed to the stage to compete with him.

"Girl, I'm sure you won't show mercy." She was also blunt, clearly using Qi Cheng as a springboard.

Qi Cheng nodded, "It's up to you."

Whether he shows mercy or doesn't show mercy, she will try her best to win.

After the monk in the distance knocked the gong three times, the competition began.

Qi Cheng pulled out the Yuhua sword, and the young monk also took out a sword of good quality.

No one noticed, Fu Yu, who was standing in the distance, sneered.

The Yuhua Sword is a divine sword, and when an ordinary sword sees it, it will give way no matter what.

Not to mention that the young monk looked like a dog, but in fact, his eyes were swollen and he looked vain.

With this appearance, his Dao heart is not stable, and he may not be Qi Cheng's opponent after going back to practice for three to five years.

But off the court, because Yunyou had so many disciples, they all wanted their family to win.

They whispered, "I think that little girl has broken arms and legs. She may be my senior brother's opponent."

"Yes, yes, although Fuyu Shangxian is a genius, the apprentices he teaches may not be so good."

A word fell into Qi Cheng's ears.

She bit her lower lip, her almond-shaped eyes clear and clean.

Holding the hilt of the Yuhua sword in his hand, he stared at the opponent vigilantly.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

I am also counting silently in my mind to set the rhythm.

Suddenly, the young monk drew his sword and stabbed at Qi Cheng.

In an instant, a white light appeared on the competition stage, and everyone couldn't even see what happened.

When the white light gradually dissipated, the Yunyou disciples were... stunned.

(End of this chapter)