I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

Jiang Chu and Si Ling stepped into the gate of Longyin Immortal Palace together.

Everyone looked at them with awe at their arrival.

Now, everyone looked at Jiang Chu with more complicated expressions.

There was surprise, confusion, and even some jealousy that was hard to conceal in everyone's eyes.

Jiang Chu, this boy who was once seen by them as nothing more than a willful boy who relied on the favor of Master Xinglan.

But now he is walking side by side with Si Ling, which is undoubtedly a huge shock to their cognition.

The impact on them was greater than Jiang Chu’s victory yesterday.

Whispered discussions arose among the crowd.

They couldn't understand why Si Ling was so close to Jiang Chu.

Some people even began to question whether Jiang Chu had used some improper means to confuse Si Ling's heart.

"I really don't know what kind of magic potion Jiang Chu has fed Si Ling." There was jealousy that was hard to conceal in his tone.

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Si is so easy to fool." Another voice sounded unwilling.

If they had known that Si Ling looked cold but was actually easy to get along with, they would have gone there too.

With a sour look, he watched Jiang Chu and Si Ling walk to the main hall.

Jiang Chu and Si Ling entered the hall together.

This time the entire hall fell silent in an instant.

On the one hand, everyone's impression of Jiang Chu is that he is just a loser who takes advantage of Master Xinglan's favor to do whatever he wants.

Yesterday’s outburst made everyone unsure of Jiang Chu’s true strength for a while.

On the other hand, Si Ling's attitude towards Jiang Chu was so special that they did not dare to say unpleasant words to Jiang Chu as they did before.

"I don't know what Senior Brother is thinking. Senior Brother Sheng Yichen is so nice to Senior Brother. But I've never seen Senior Brother be so nervous about Senior Brother Sheng Yichen."

Xuan Hao of the Yunyin Sword Sect looked at Jiang Chu and Si Ling coming side by side with an unfriendly expression.

Zhou Zizai gently pushed him and reminded him, "Keep your voice down and don't provoke Senior Brother. Otherwise, even Master can't protect you."

Junior Sister Zhao Wushuang also sighed.

Looking at Jiang Chu in crimson and the other person in lavender robes, a look of relief flashed in his eyes.

I really didn't expect that my senior brother, who always avoided me, would bow down for Jiang Chu.

But this is good, at least it makes the eldest brother seem more humane.

Jiang Chu and Si Ling parted ways in front of the sect seat of Longyin Immortal Mansion and returned to their own seats.

Lu Shuyan was sitting not far away, his eyes sharp.

Staring at the scarlet robe on Jiang Chu, who looked like a colorful peacock, he closed his eyes.

But he was injured yesterday after all, so he didn't blame him too much: "Go get new clothes and change into them later."

"Oh, okay." Jiang Chu said and then fell silent.

Seeing that Jiang Chu remained silent, Lu Shuyan began to reflect on whether he had been too harsh on him during those days.

He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

Mo Yao and Feng Xiang behind them looked at each other and shrugged, as if they were already accustomed to the scene before them.

Mo Yao glanced at Jiang Chu's back and whispered to Feng Xiang:

"Perhaps, he has really changed."

Feng Xiang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Mo Yao:

"Big Brother has forgiven him eight hundred times."

"Every time I get into trouble, I pretend to be good for a few days, and then get into trouble again?"

His words were blunt and sharp, and it was obvious that he didn't have much hope for Jiang Chu to change.

Faced with Feng Xiang's attitude, Mo Yao could only shrug helplessly.

He knew that he couldn't win over this man, so he could only silently hope in his heart that Jiang Chu could really change.

Otherwise, the result of the backlash would be that no matter what Jiang Chu said in the future, no one would believe him.

At this moment, Master Xinglan flashed in front of everyone, and the atmosphere in the hall instantly returned to silence.

Xing Lan said calmly: "The third round continues."

Xing Lan's gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on Lu Shuyan.

Lu Shuyan immediately stood up, walked to the center of the hall, and said:

"Since Jiang Chu and Si Ling did not draw yesterday, we will draw together today."

Xing Lan turned his gaze to Jiang Chu again. Jiang Chu seemed to sense something and looked back.

Their eyes met in the air, and Xinglan's eyes were gentle.

From childhood to adulthood, the cold master that others talked about always had a gentle look in his eyes when they looked at him.

Jiang Chu scratched his head a little embarrassedly and smiled at his master.

Xing Lan shook his head helplessly and looked away.

Jiang Chu calmed down.

The previous mistake was made by another Jiang Chu, who made the game difficult at the beginning.

Whatever it was for, it had nothing to do with him anymore.

What he needs to do now is to achieve a win-win situation.

Change the fate of his senior brother and master Si Ling, live to be a hundred years old, and complete the mission.

Come back home.

Go to fulfill the appointment I made with my brother.

The wooden box sat firmly in the middle, and everyone reached out to use their spiritual power to draw their own ball.

Jiang Chu drew number 3 this time.

But I wasn't too nervous.

Anyway, whether he makes it into the top ten or not won’t have much impact on his lifespan, he just needs to hold on to Si Ling’s thigh tightly.

Soon everyone had finished drawing, and number 12 appeared next to Jiang Chu number .

After Lu Shuyan finished registering, he put the ball back into the box.

Sit down and wait for the game.

The elder was the same as yesterday, except that his serious expression revealed obvious joy.

After all, in this competition of twelve to six, their Longyin Immortal Mansion occupied four.

Even Jiang Chu entered.

According to the calculations of the disciples on the field, at least three more people from their Longyin Immortal Mansion can enter the top ten.

Even if Si Ling is definitely the kid who tops the list, it doesn’t matter.

"The game begins." The elder stroked his graying beard and rang the bell.

"The holder of ball No. 1, please enter."

"The God of Money of the Xuanshuang Ancient Sect." A somewhat honest fat man stood on the stage.

"Wu Chen from the Yunyin Sword Sect." Wu Chen's pale purple disciple robe fluttered on the battlefield.

"Accepted!"

"Thunder and lightning are coming!"

Wu Chen's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. He let out a low roar, and his whole body roared with thunder, like the god of thunder descending.

Countless lightning bolts swirled around him, forming a terrifying pool of thunder.

His fighting spirit was like a huge wave, surging and seemed to completely drown his opponent.

However, the God of Money responded to Wu Chen's attack with a calm attitude.

He looked calm, even smiling, as if he didn't care about the coming storm.

The moment he raised his right hand and pointed to the sky, the situation on the entire battlefield changed instantly.

Clouds and mist rolled in the sky. Black clouds appeared out of nowhere and quickly condensed, creating a suffocating feeling of oppression.

Wu Chen roared, his body turned into a flash of lightning, and the thunder sword in his hand pointed directly at the God of Money with the power of thunder.

But the God of Wealth still maintained that relaxed smile, and the spiritual power in his hands stirred up strange phenomena in heaven and earth as he accumulated strength, demonstrating his unfathomable strength.

Wu Chen's anger was completely ignited, and his dignity felt unprecedented humiliation.

As a disciple of the Yunyin Sword Sect, he has a very strong self-esteem. At this moment, he is roaring, and the power of thunder around him is becoming more powerful and his momentum is becoming stronger.

But just as he was about to approach the God of Money, a loud noise suddenly came from the sky and black clouds began to gather.

Four huge black pillars were formed. They stretched out from the clouds like pillars of heaven. They rushed straight to the earth and pressed towards Wuchen at such a fast speed.

These four black pillars are like cages, intended to trap Wuchen.

Wu Chen's whole body trembled, blood gushed out, and the power of thunder outside his body quickly collapsed during the struggle.

Even the ground beneath his feet began to crack at this moment.

Wu Chen's world turned pitch black at this moment. Blood kept bursting out of his body. He roared and bled from all his orifices. Although he tried to struggle, a feeling of despair made him feel unprecedented powerlessness.

The moment the four black pillars appeared, all the disciples watching the battle felt an irrepressible fear. Their spiritual energy seemed to be suppressed, and they even had the illusion that their souls were being sucked out.

"Do not!!"

"Wu Chen, admit defeat." Xuan Hao of the Yunyin Sword Sect shouted loudly towards the stage.

There was a hint of madness in Wu Chen's eyes.

"Disciples of the Yunyin Sword Sect will not admit defeat! Thunder rolls in from the sky!"

As Wu Chen's words fell.

The thunderclouds in the sky that were originally thought to be gathering four black beads actually split into two parts and gathered towards Wuchen.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wu Chen was already at the end of his strength.

Xuan Hao's heart tightened, he turned to look at his senior brother Si Ling: "Senior brother, please try to persuade him!"

"If this continues, Wu Chen will probably have to stay in bed for the whole year."

Si Ling turned his head with a cold expression and glanced at Xuan Hao: "His decision, his life, why should we interfere?"

Xuan Hao choked, but then thought of Si Ling's attitude towards Jiang Chu. Jealousy and anger intertwined, and he began to speak without thinking: "What about Jiang Chu!"

"Didn't Senior Brother interfere with Jiang Chu's life?"

Hearing Jiang Chu's name, Si Ling narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Xuan Hao: "You want to interfere in my life?"

"Buzz——" Spiritual power suddenly blasted out.

"Puff——" Xuan Hao spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Si Ling in disbelief, and then his eyes were filled with viciousness.

Jiang Chu, what kind of magic potion did you give to Senior Brother?

Jiang Chu! Jiang Chu! Jiang Chu!

Back then, you caused my sister to die on the way to enlightenment, and today you have deceived my senior brother into falling from grace for you.

You deserve to die.

Jiang Chu, you must die. Whether for your sister or your senior brother.

Zhou Zizai and Zhao Wushuang on the side hurriedly grabbed Xuan Hao.

"Third senior brother, you dare to disobey the eldest senior brother when senior brother Sheng Yichen is not here. Are you crazy?!" Zhao Wushuang frowned.

Zhou Zizai choked and sighed: "Second Senior Brother Sheng Yichen is still in seclusion, otherwise he would not have missed this competition for his own disciples."

"But the only one who can speak calmly to the eldest brother is the second brother Sheng Yichen."

"Now that Second Brother is not here, we should not disobey First Brother. If he really gets angry, who can save you?"

Xuan Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Jiang Chu who was at the location of Longyin Immortal Palace like a ferocious beast.

Jiang Chu was now looking at the competition on the stage with surprise in his eyes, and didn't pay any attention to what was happening on the Yunyin Sword Sect's side.

"This Jiang Chu is definitely not a good person. If anyone meets him in a competition, never hold back." Xuan Hao whispered to Zhou Zizai and Zhao Wushuang.

Zhao Wushuang and Zhou Zizai looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.

They don't dare.

That is the person protected by the eldest senior brother. If anyone dares to kill Jiang Chu on the stage, the eldest senior brother will show no mercy to them.

That is the Double Dragon Sword that can sweep away ten thousand demon soldiers with one sword, and that is the God of Death Si Ling.

Who dares.

"Boom——" The two spiritual powers collided violently.

The entire competition arena was covered in black smoke.

Everyone watched the stage with bated breath.

The black fog dispersed.

Wu Chen was seen holding a sword, half-kneeling on the ground, his body covered in blood.

But the God of Money stood there unharmed.

The God of Money walked forward slowly, still with a smile on his face.

"Brother Wuchen, I can sense your sword intent."

Wu Chen looked up at the God of Wealth.

He closed his eyes and said, "I lost."

The God of Wealth Qian smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Wuchen."

The God of Wealth Qian jumped off the competition stage, and the disciples of the Xuanshuang Ancient School looked at him excitedly.

"Brother Qian is so awesome!"

"Senior Brother Qian is so handsome!"

"Brother Qian is so awesome!"

However, the atmosphere in the Yunyin Sword Sect was extremely low.

Xuan Hao made way and supported Wu Chen.

"Brother, I will heal you."

Wu Chen shook his head: "No need, thank you very much."

Then his eyes fell on Si Ling.

Now he knew how terrifying Si Ling was.

Because in the last Disciple Competition, when Qian Caishen faced Si Ling, Si Ling only used one sword.

Wu Chen returned to his seat, feeling awe for Si Ling in his heart. He also began to examine himself to see where his shortcomings were.

"In the first match, the Xuanshuang Ancient Sect wins with money." As the elder finished speaking.

There was a cheer from the audience.

"Brother Qian is so awesome!"

"Senior Brother Qian is so handsome!"

"Brother Qian is so awesome!"