Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

The game was paused and someone calculated the time accurately.

"It will take only a cup of tea to light the lamp."

At this exciting countdown moment, everyone stared at the bright lights flashing in the night sky. The lights were as numerous as stars, with different colors and brightness.

The most outstanding ones among them are the six true disciples, five of whom are chiefs, including Xie Chao who has joined voluntarily. The non-chief is Yu Zhiqing, and there is no Yi Chi.

Six exquisite and different lamps hung there quietly, like the bright moon in the sky, eclipsing all the fireflies.

It also reflects the unparalleled aspirations of these people among the geniuses. In time, they will surely become the masters of their respective regions.

This scene is really sad.

Someone could not hide his disappointment and frustration, "Alas, living under the same sky with these geniuses is really a humiliation for me. I shouldn't have lit the flame lantern last night."

"Well, it's no fun to think like that. For monks, it's a two-way battle. Compared to those top geniuses, we are naturally at a disadvantage, but compared to most of the shaky lamps that are about to go out, aren't we geniuses?"

"That's the truth. For example, take that arrogant guy who spoke so much last night. He was really bad. Who here wouldn't hang him up and beat him?"

"To be honest, I'm quite surprised that her lamp didn't go out halfway. If I hadn't used my spiritual sense to search, I wouldn't have been able to find such a dim flame lamp. I don't know who gave her the courage."

After admiring the Chief's lantern, everyone spontaneously focused their attention on tonight's protagonist lantern.

That lamp was really, except for the one that was extinguished due to lack of spiritual power, no other lamp was dimmer than it, as if it could be blown out by just a breath.

Amid the contempt of the masses, there are still some people with great insight.

An easy-going big man began to explain science in a mysterious way.

"In fact, the flame lanterns on the market are all for the pleasure of ordinary cultivators or mortals. They compete on the strength of spiritual power and the details of control. Naturally, whoever is more fancy and brighter will have a better blooming effect."

"Then what other tricks can we play?"

The man glanced at the true disciples above and began to explain in a secretive manner.

"Real geniuses won't play these childish tricks with you. They compete with each other in a certain realm, such as sword realm, knife realm, technique realm, etc."

"To participate in a fight of this level, one must first comprehend a certain state of mind. In this case, external spiritual power is just a layer of packaging, and brightness or magnificence is not the determining factor."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, with shock in their eyes as if a new door had been opened. There were countless monks in this world, but only a few could comprehend the artistic conception.

In other words, the flame lanterns of those chief true disciples were all built with artistic conception, and were not on the same track as theirs at all.

Some people were unwilling to accept it, "That's impossible. According to what you said, could there be some mystery behind Brother Xiaozhang's broken lamp?"

The man smiled contemptuously when he heard this.

"That's impossible. That's why the lamp is truly useless."

How to say?

He didn't keep you in suspense and answered the question in one sentence.

"If you want to keep a strong artistic conception contained in the Flame Lamp for a long time without revealing its edge, you must have powerful spiritual power to maintain it."

"Brother Xiaozhang's lamp has artistic conception, but not much. I just touched the edge. A little spiritual power can maintain it."

"Besides, even if we take a step back, the spiritual power in that lamp is only at the foundation-building stage, and its construction is still crude. Any lamp can disperse it."

Everyone understood the key point and laughed at him. "It turns out that he is a joke who gets carried away after just touching the door of artistic conception. I wonder which stupid single spiritual root disciple he is."

"In that case, let's just wait and see how this broken lamp is captured."

above.

Mo Huaizun and others are all in the Mahayana stage. Although the lamp of the chief's true disciple is profound to the people below, it is something they can see through at a glance.

Therefore, I no longer took that dim light to heart.

Lord Lingyun looked at Xiao Buyi with praise, "Buyi is indeed a disciple that Lingyi values. He is extremely talented."

Xi Lingyi's cold and arrogant expression softened, and a look of satisfaction appeared on her face.

Xiao Buyi raised his lips and smiled. His previous gloomy mood disappeared, and he showed his elegant and graceful pride again. "Master, you are too kind. Fusheng's skill is the best. I am only good at fighting with my physique."

Xi Lingyi and Lord Lingyun are master and disciple, so Xiao Buyi calls Lord Lingyun his grandmaster.

Gu Fusheng met the other person's burning gaze, raised his head slightly, and said a few polite words.

Lord Lingyun looked at the other forces and smiled gently, "Mirror Blade's sword realm is pure and simple, which shows that his character is really strong. He will inherit the mantle of Lord Sword in the future."

"Xie Chao's soul realm is gentle and flawless, which is really amazing. The emperor is delighted to have such a talent."

"Qing Huan Huan Jing has also inherited the true teachings of the Valley Master, and his future achievements are limitless."

As everyone knows, among the eight major forces, Lord Lingyun of the Qiankun Temple is the most tolerant and gentle, with a calm temper, and he never takes the initiative to cause trouble.

Now, everyone was smiling at each other. All the major lords and the chief disciples were very respectful and complimented each other. Even the cold and heartless Chu Yi just said "hmm" lightly and didn't say anything to spoil the mood.

Therefore, the scene was very harmonious and friendly for a while, until Lord Lingyun met Yi Chi's bright eyes.

The air inexplicably stagnated for a moment.

Yi Chi blinked and took the initiative to point at himself, with an expression of anticipation for praise, "My Lord, you haven't praised me yet."

Lord Lingyun: “…”

Don’t you know that you have slapped everyone in the face with your own strength and now you are very unpopular?

It's bad enough that he doesn't keep a low profile, but he also seeks praises in a high-profile manner. I always feel that he is not very shameless.

Lord Lingyun has not yet thought of an appropriate way to praise someone.

Chu Yi sneered first, his cold gaze made people creepy, "You like compliments? No problem."

He raised his bony hand, and the black-clad subordinates, ministers, and students standing in rows behind him all leaned in to listen.

"Everyone praise her once, three words or less."

Yi Chi: “?”

Xie Chao hesitated for a moment, looked at Yi Chi with his warm and bright eyes, and said, "You are great."

The others looked at each other and followed suit, "You are great."

"You're great."

"You're great."

……

Like a toad rising and falling, the people around laughed out loud.

Yi Chi dug his toes into the ground: "..."

Chu Yifeng raised his lips slightly, like the Grim Reaper's scythe demanding his life, "Do you like it?"

Yi Chi picked at his fingernails and uttered four words, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. This is what an uncle should do."

Yi Chi was cursing Chu Yi in his heart for being so irrelevant. His head felt heavy. He turned around and saw Wen Ren Se Jue's dark red and enchanting eyes. He smiled seductively, "Ignore him, he's sick."

"Not killing anyone is good enough, how can I praise someone?"

Yi Chi was relieved to hear this, he is a close friend.

Then he whispered in her ear, "I'm different. Do you want to go aboard the spirit ship tonight to watch the show? This is a newly choreographed dance, specially for you."

Yi Chi: “…” I see you are also seriously ill.

She finally cast her hopeful gaze towards Mo Huaizun, whose very hair showed steadiness, dignity and self-control.

Receiving the gaze, he lowered his eyelashes and thought for a moment, "Do you want the spirit stone?"

Yi Chi's wounded heart was instantly healed completely. She diligently and eagerly poured tea for Mo Huaizun, "Master, I'm lucky to have you. You keep the four seasons warm."

Yu Zhiqing continued to exude coldness, with broken light in his cold eyes, like an isolated left-behind child.

Keep you warm, I will travel around the world with my own sword and be the enemy of the world.

……

Xiao Buyi didn't like seeing Yi Chi showing off, so he waved his folding fan and asked, "Which is Miss Yi Chi's flame lantern? Why don't you point it out so that everyone can see the style of this little genius?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone became curious. You had been in the limelight as a coach on the field before, and now it’s time for real action. How capable are you?

Yi Chi smiled as a matter of course: "The brightest one in the sky."

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw that the brightest light was Gu Fusheng's.

His expression suddenly became strange.

Mu Sheng seized the opportunity and laughed out loud, "You are not ashamed to claim the title of Yan Ming Deng in front of Fairy Fu Sheng. Isn't it embarrassing for Jue Ya to have such a chief disciple?"

"That's right. No one said anything to her. If she doesn't have the ability, just admit it. Why is she pretending?"

"The truth is out. No wonder she seems to know everything. It turns out she is just a paper expert. I guess once she gets on the stage, she will be no different from that fake genius Su Yueyan. Hahaha."

The sound of sarcasm is endless.

It's rare for Wen Rense to remain silent and serious throughout. At first glance, his temperament is quite similar to the taciturn Mo Huaizun.

Song Yueqing and Yi Yuan looked at each other silently, and tacitly pursed their lips to prevent themselves from revealing a smile.

After a heated conversation, the time was up and the flame lamps began to bloom.