What's wrong with my senior brother just doting on me? !

"Okay."

The girl's voice was not loud, but her two words caused an uproar.

Chu Yaoyao calmly walked onto the field of the competition.

"Wait, help me hold my little black one."

Chu Yaoyao left and came back, putting the little snake wrapped around her wrist into Qi Yanzhi's hand.

The shadow moved, but Chu Yaoyao raised his foot to hold it down.

"Don't meddle in other people's business, and don't tell senior brother!"

Shadow flinched and became quiet.

Ghost Guard: It's so hard, being a ghost is so hard.

But it’s impossible not to snitch, not in this life.

It still knows which one is scarier.

Oh, it is gone in this life and can only be found in the next life.

Murong Zhao did not expect Chu Yaoyao to agree so easily.

He originally thought that he and Chu Qingcheng needed to be able to use each other. The two of them were like grasshoppers tied on a thread, and they couldn't say a word.

After all, only Chu Qingcheng is worthy of the status of Princess Duan. As the daughter of the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, she has greatly assisted him in cultivating immortality. Moreover, she is actually a top-notch furnace body. The two of them have cultivated very quickly in a short time thanks to this. .

This woman is also good-looking, and is much more useful than Qin Wan'er's useless vase.

It's just that I'm not very smart and I don't know my own position. I arrogantly show off to him every day, asking him to do this and that, leading a large group of people to cause trouble.

There's no way, he's not yet fully fledged, so he can't show this on his face.

Murong Zhao stood still on the field and looked at Chu Yaoyao with empty hands.

He has a nice face, but he is a fool.

A medicine cultivator dared to compete with him, the number one in the sect, he was either stupid or foolish.

Not even a sword, haha.

"If you go down now, no one will laugh at you. Medicine cultivators have to do medicine cultivators' business, and women should do women's business."

Chu Yaoyao watched numbly as the male protagonist across from him smiled his most classic evil smile, rubbed the right side of his face with her left palm, and said the words that the male protagonist liked to say without thinking.

Women should do women's things.

She wanted to beat him out and see what was in the head of this guy who talked about "women" all day long.

His hands are not clean. If he touches his face casually like this, he will get pimples.

"Master Murong, if you go down now, I won't laugh at you."

Chu Yaoyao blinked and smiled slightly.

Then he gestured to the other side with his middle finger.

Murong Zhao and everyone:?

Qi Yanzhi: Ah this.

Soon enough, Chu Yaoyao tapped her toes on the ground, jumped into the air, stretched out her hand to pull out the hairpin from her hair, and rushed towards Murong Zhao.

A layer of light suddenly lit up on the hairpin, turning into cold light and shining, and a long sword came out. The sword glowed with silvery white light, and a sparkling peach blossom was engraved on the hilt.

Murong Zhao was frightened by Chu Yaoyao's sudden movement and quickly drew his sword to block.

"Where did you get the sword?!"

Chu Yaoyao smiled contemptuously, swung his sword and struck again.

"Nanotech, boy!"

Chu Yaoyao saw the right opportunity and used her strength in the air to kick Murong Zhao in the chest. The kick was fast and hard, sending Murong Zhao flying backwards.

Murong Zhao was not stupid either. He thrust the sword deeply into the square at once, slamming the brakes on his flying body.

"Please charge the cost of destroying the venue to Mr. Murong. It has nothing to do with me."

Before Murong Zhao could react, Chu Yaoyao's figure flashed slightly and she had already moved behind him. With a shake of her arm, a ray of sword light shot towards Murong Zhao's life gate.

The foundation building period is complete!

This woman is actually in the foundation-building stage of Dzogchen!

In the critical moment of life and death, Chu Yaoyao slightly deflected the sword's intention, letting the sword light slice the side of Murong Zhao's hair. He then raised his foot and kicked the stunned man away, smashing a wall into pieces.

For a moment, lime smoke filled the air, and a figure was pulled down from the wall and fell to the gravel on the ground.

Murong Zhao spat out blood.

There was silence in the venue.

Chu Yaoyao sheathed her sword and stood still. The sword that had been showing off its skills just now shrank into a hairpin engraved with peach blossoms.

The scene was once fantasy.

The sword cultivator who had just won the competition inside the door was now lying on a pile of rubble that he had knocked out, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, while the soft and frail medicine cultivator stood unharmed in the middle of the stage, holding a stick in his hand. Chai Zi carefully pulled up her black hair, as if she was just taking care of her image.

Chu Yaoyao carefully put the hair-length gift given to her by her third senior brother back into her hair, shook it to make sure it wouldn't fall out, and then walked towards the people in the ruins.

"On tap."

Chu Yaoyao raised her head and looked at Chu Buyan, who had just spoken. She bent her eyes and spread her hands to show that she had nothing in her hands.

"Master, I have put away my weapons."

"I am a medicine cultivator. Let me show Senior Brother Murong how many broken ribs he has."

Everyone felt that there was something threatening in this sentence, but looking at the girl's harmless face, they felt that there was no problem.

Junior Sister Chu is quite nice, and she was willing to help Senior Brother Murong after he was injured.

Chu Yaoyao knelt down in front of Murong Zhao, who raised his head with a forbearing expression.

"Mr. Murong, guess if I can do magic."

Murong Zhao's hand that was secretly making the secret paused for a moment before meeting Chu Yaoyao's eyes.

Although she was smiling, there was no smile in her eyes at all. The corners of her mouth were just slightly curved, letting people who could only see her side face know that she was smiling.

Murong Zhao put his hand down.

"When did you drug me?"

"Well, which time?"

Wait, this woman had drugged him before?

Chu·went to give Murong Zhao some harmless laxatives when he had nothing to do. Yaoyao finally realized that he was asking her when he had given her the medicine during the competition just now.

Gee, quite smart.

"Because Junior Sister Chu is a medicine cultivator. How can a medicine cultivator handle something as scary as a sword? Preparing medicine is my specialty."

In fact, when she got close to Murong Zhao, she had already sprinkled the medicinal powder hidden under her fingernails, which could paralyze the opponent's nerves and slow down the opponent's reaction ability.

This is why Murong Zhao's reaction was always slow when he made gestures with her.

A person like Murong Zhao, who always talks about "women", is arrogant and arrogant, and is the most vulnerable to sneak attacks.

Chu Yaoyao checked Murong Zhao's injuries and found that she did not strike down with her sword in the end.

Murong Zhao must have a life-saving magic weapon on him.

Despite this, Murong Zhao still broke several ribs.

"How does it feel to be defeated by a woman? Mr. Murong won the first place in the competition because of a woman?"

Murong Zhao's pupils shrank.

How did she know about his collusion with Chu Qingcheng!

Chu Yaoyao ignored him and stood up and glanced at the audience.

Those who were still aggrieved by Chu Qingcheng subconsciously took a step back.

The wind blew by, blowing a few strands of the girl's untied black hair.

"Does anyone else have an opinion?"