Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Feng He closed his eyes and prepared to use magic to enhance his fighting power.

However, at this time, Shen Wenchen and Jing Niansang each grabbed one of his arms and subdued him tightly.

The two of them have very strong hands.

But he secretly restrained his strength so as not to hurt him, but just held him tightly.

Feng He's eyes narrowed, and she was about to use magic to scare them away, but she found that they were suddenly slapped away by a palm.

So naturally, she loosened her grip on his arm.

Feng He was stunned. He looked up and found that it was Fu Ci Yan who came out from seclusion.

Feng He could see that Fu Ci Yan's cultivation was already very strong at this time, which was extremely rare at his age.

Shen Wenchen and Jing Niansang were both outstanding disciples of the Lingshan Sect, but even together they were no match for him.

He secretly compared it and felt that with such strength he should be able to win the first place in the sect competition.

"Fuck, Junior Brother, what are you doing?"

Jing Niansang got up from the ground and rubbed his butt in an ungraceful manner.

Shen Wenchen also stood up. He was using the cleaning technique to flick off the dust on his clothes.

Fu Ciyan's face was a little gloomy, but he still maintained a trace of rationality and said: "What were you doing just now? How could you be disrespectful to Master?"

Feng He was stunned. He had never seen such an expression on Fu Ci Yan's face before.

Fu Ci Yan has always shown himself to be a person of great integrity and high moral character.

The expression on his face is always as gentle and polite as a spring breeze.

Although it is rather cold, it is never gloomy.

but now……

Not to mention that when his face was gloomy, his aura was extremely terrifying, making people afraid to approach him.

Jing Niansang said very aggrievedly: "It was the master who wanted to test me and my elder brother. We are competing, how could we be disrespectful to the master."

Shen Wenchen nodded, and his penetrating eyes showed that there was no way they would be disrespectful to their master.

Fu Ci Yan didn't say anything when he heard this, but the expression on his face gradually returned to normal.

Although he still looked indifferent, he was obviously much better than before.

"Oh, so you are having a competition. I'm sorry, Big Brother, Second Brother."

Fu Ci Yan first politely apologized to Shen Wenchen and Jing Niansang.

Then he apologized to Feng He: "I'm sorry, Master. I was a little impatient just now."

Feng He shook her head and said, "Shen Wenchen, Jing Niansang, you have made great progress. Have you practiced the two-person technique I gave you?"

The two nodded.

"Well, the cooperation is good. Let's strive for a good ranking in this year's sect competition."

They were both very excited to be praised by their usually cold master.

"Yes, Master."

"Well, the sect competition is approaching, and you have come out of retreat. I have prepared weapons and elixirs for you."

Feng He looked at his three disciples with satisfaction and said.

As expected, similar expressions of excitement and joy appeared on the faces of the three people.

In fact, it is natural for a master to prepare something for his apprentices, but because he was too negligent and cold to them before, this little warmth also made them very happy.

Feng He sighed. If it weren’t for the original owner’s selfishness, how could his disciple not be close to him at all?

When he was finally captured and tortured, no one came forward to save him. This shows how much of a failure he was in dealing with people.

Feng He brought his apprentice to his residence and gave each of them a small bottle. The bottle was made of white jade and was small and cute.

"There are Qi-boosting pills, hemostatic pills and other elixirs in here. Eating them will be good for you."

Feng He took out his storage space again, which contained his weapons.

He randomly picked out a few items with good performance and let his apprentices choose.

They each picked out their favorite.

Okay, the distribution is complete.

Feng He sent all his disciples away.

The original owner likes quietness.

[The first place winner of this sect competition will receive an extra reward: Chanshayi. Wearing this dress is like wearing a piece of armor. It is a very good defensive artifact. It is very necessary for you.]

Feng He also felt that if he encountered danger in the future and was unable to protect himself, wouldn't he use this to avoid being hurt?

Not bad.

So when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Feng He sent a message to Fu Ci Yan, asking him to come over.

Fu Ci Yan came extremely quickly and appeared in front of him almost in the next second.

Feng He was stunned by his speed. Has Fu Ci Yan's cultivation reached such an astonishing level?

"You are so fast?"

Fu Ciyan didn't even breathe, he said: "I learned some skills, plus the support of cultivation magic power, it's OK."

Feng He didn't listen to his explanation. Aren't they all very powerful anyway?

Seeing that someone had come over, Feng He immediately said seriously: "I asked you to come here because I want to give you a more powerful magic weapon."

Fu Ciyan's eyes lit up. This was a special thing that only he had...

"You must win the East Gate Competition this time no matter what. The reward for first place is the Chanshayi. Your master needs that magic weapon."

Fu Ciyan's face regained its composure, and he said, "Okay, Master, I will definitely win."

Sure enough, only by improving his cultivation could he get more attention from his master.

Feng He nodded with satisfaction and took out another sword.

This sword is as light as snow and its blade is like a wing.

"This is originally my magic weapon, the Lingshuang Sword, but I'm lending it to you now. It's quite powerful, so you must have a good fight."

Fu Ci Yan became slightly excited and looked at the sword in Feng He's hand.

Then he took it with some trembling.

He only heard one sentence: This was originally the master's sword, but now it is given to him... although it is a loan.

But he still felt extremely happy that he could possess something that belonged to his master. To be more precise, he felt a secret excitement.

Fu Ciyan accepted the sword, suppressed his emotions, and said calmly: "Thank you, Master."

Feng He waved her hand and said she was going to sleep.

Fu Ci Yan walked away with light steps, stepping on the starry sky and gentle moonlight, and left his master's residence.

The sect competition is about to begin, and all the sects are already getting ready to set off to the Xianling Sect to participate in the sect competition.

The Xianling Sect is the most powerful sect among all the sects.

There are countless masters in it, and the Sword God Ji Yuan is one of them. His strength has reached a very terrifying level. Almost no one in the cultivation world can match him.

Lingshan Sect naturally sent disciples to participate.

Disciples who have reached a certain level of cultivation would naturally be very happy to take this opportunity to make friends with some powerful people and broaden their horizons, not to mention that they can get countless rewards if they win.

Spirit stones, elixirs, weapons, medicinal materials, reputation...

Feng He took his three disciples and other participating disciples from Lingshan Sect on the fairy boat.

The fairy ship was very fast and it didn't take them long to reach the Xianling Sect.

The sect competition is indeed a grand event that only happens once every three years.

The Xianling Sect was crowded with people, with lights and shadows flying and clothes fluttering, as if they were in the fairyland.