Under One Person: I Become Stronger When I Break My Vows

"Oh my Master Baozheng! Please keep your voice down. It will be troublesome if Zhang Chulan finds my whereabouts. That guy's body movement speed is not slow!"

"I don't know how his reputation of not shaking Bilian spread. Those who don't know will be tricked by him. And that Feng Baobao is also a troublesome guy."

The little fire god quickly grabbed Qin Shiyue and said with a look of complaining.

It is obvious that he has suffered a loss under the pursuit of Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao.

"Haha, it's okay, don't worry, Zhang Chulan doesn't have the energy to trouble you in a short time. He has to concentrate on the competition now. That guy's goal is to win the championship of Luotian Dajiao."

Qin Shiyue patted the little fire god on the shoulder and smiled.

"Him? Champion? Stop kidding. I admit that guy is pretty good, but he's just pretty good. He's not that strong at all!"

"Don't even mention Master Baozheng. Even Zhuge Qing, Zhang Lingyu and others are not easy for him to deal with."

"The chances of Zhang Chulan winning the Luotian Grand Ceremony are really slim."

The little fire god shook his head like a rattle. He didn't believe that Zhang Chulan could win the championship at all.

No wonder he thought so. After all, Zhang Chulan's strength is there.

To normal people, it's impossible for Zhang Chulan to win the championship.

But he has a good master. With the help of the old Heavenly Master, it would be a ghost if Zhang Chulan couldn't win the championship.

Just as the former Northeast King said, the rivers and lakes are not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly affairs.

"Don't talk too early. Let's not talk about others first. Do you think a monk like me would be interested in the position of Heavenly Master?"

Qin Shiyue smiled meaningfully.

Some things naturally cannot be said to the little fire god. The little fire god is not Zhang Chulan. The old heavenly master controlling the Luotian Dajiao is definitely not something that can be explained. After all, it is not glorious.

However, when the little fire god heard Qin Shiyue's words, a clear and stupid feeling appeared in his eyes.

He looked at Qin Shiyue and asked puzzledly: "Master Baozheng, why are you not interested in the position of heavenly master?"

"This is hard to understand? Just like you, if you really won the first place, would you give up Huode Sect and become the heavenly master of Longhu Mountain?"

"Ah? Why do you want to quit Huode Sect? I have become a heavenly master, and I must join Huode Sect with the Heavenly Master Mansion to strengthen Huode Sect."

The words of the little fire god directly shocked Qin Shiyue.

These shocking words are absolutely amazing. If the ancestors of Longhu Mountain heard them, I am afraid they would shed tears of blood!

TMD! Talent!

The old Heavenly Master should be thankful that he did not let the Little Fire God go on. If the Little Fire God really won the championship by mistake, it would definitely be a natural disaster for Longhu Mountain.

However, his words did provide Qin Shiyue with an idea. If he finally won the championship, and then as a Heavenly Master, he asked all the disciples of Longhu Mountain to become monks in Lingyin Temple.

That scene must be very exciting!

Of course, Qin Shiyue was just thinking about it, not to mention whether he could inherit the position of Heavenly Master even if he really won the championship.

Even if he could inherit, the old Heavenly Master was not dead yet.

"What's wrong? Master Baozheng, am I wrong?"

Seeing that Qin Shiyue did not reply, the Little Fire God scratched his hair and asked with a tangled expression.

He felt that he was not wrong, but Qin Shiyue's reaction made him doubt himself.

In the Little Fire God's cognition, those who are stronger than him have more reason to speak than him.

"That's a good point. Don't say it next time. Don't let others know your thoughts. Otherwise, you might get into trouble."

Qin Shiyue nodded, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Oh, I see."

Little Fire God nodded, looking as if he understood everything.

Looking at the clear eyes of Little Fire God, Qin Shiyue rolled his eyes and asked with a smile: "Little Fire God, do you really not believe that Zhang Chulan can win the championship?"

Little Fire God shook his head like a rattle and said: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"In that case, how about we make a bet?"

Qin Shiyue hugged Little Fire God's shoulders, and the smile on his face became brighter.

However, when Little Fire God heard what Qin Shiyue said, he showed a sad face.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing him like this, Qin Shiyue asked with some surprise.

"The old sect master said that I can't bet with you."

Little Fire God said with a bitter face.

Qin Shiyue rolled her eyes secretly when she heard this. The old leader of Huode Sect was really meddling in other people's business.

He was so old, but he still meddled in young people's affairs. Really!

However, you haveZhang Liang's plan, I have a way to get over the wall! Humph!

"How about this, if Zhang Chulan wins, you donate 5 million incense money to Lingyin Temple? If I don't participate, it won't be considered a bet with me, and the incense money can't be described as gambling money."

Qin Shiyue patted the little fire god on the shoulder and smiled.

"That's fine! As long as I don't bet with you! Then we'll make a deal."

The little fire god smiled relaxedly when he heard it.

Qin Shiyue looked at his smile and couldn't help feeling that his whole body was glowing, the light of money!

After the two of them agreed, the first game began. The two walked towards the audience together, and Qin Shiyue put his hands in his pockets and played blindly.

Qin Shiyue: "Master! I tricked you into giving five million incense money. When the time comes, donate it to the Lingyin Temple account. How about splitting it 20-80?"

Master Jiekong: "??? The incense money tricked? And you want to split it? Who do you think I am? Who did you trick again? (╯°Д°)╯︵ ┻━┻"

Qin Shiyue: "Little Fire God of Huode Sect, please forget it. Don't be so angry."

Master Jiekong: "Huode Sect~ 21 plus 50, split it 50-50."

Qin Shiyue: "Damn! I'm impressed by your speed of changing your face, but it's only 30-70! I can't use the temple's account at most."

Master Jiekong: "40-60! The temple just donated money and has no money left for the winter."

Qin Shiyue: "30-70! Master, that's enough. Don't cry poor. We are all a group of warrior monks, strong and healthy. What's the point of spending money? Dong, a steady stream of money is a long-lasting one. Huode Sect is quite rich, isn’t it? ”

Master Jiekong: “Rich! The old Fire God is a truly wealthy man. Five million is too little. How about 10 million? I think 10 million is about right.”

Qin Shiyue: “Don’t make a fuss, old man. They say a steady stream of money is a long-lasting one. The Luotian Grand Ceremony is about to begin. That’s it.”

Qin Shiyue typed the last word, put down his phone, and locked his eyes on the competition site.

This competition was still exciting. In the original plot, this was the first appearance of the Soul-Bound General.