Why fight, kill

You can participate!

Come and ask me specifically what I'm doing?

Do you wish you a blessing?

Chen Tian looked at Zong Mengqiu in confusion, and felt that there was no need to say to him specifically.

But if you think about it carefully, I still teach her the master of clay pots.

Maybe I will ask myself if I can participate in the competition.

She respects her teacher and is much better than the charming sluts outside.

Chen Tian nodded and said, "Go! When you come back from the competition, I will give you a sculpture."

sculpture!

Give her a sculpture!

The shopkeeper is the only place where she practices Qi.

Is it appropriate to give her something so precious?

For the first time, Yuan Duoer felt that her jealousy was so overwhelming.

Sculptures are the existences that can kill the realm of God-turning.

This is the existence of the Demon Ancestor.

Just give me a sculpture.

People want it too!

Yuan Duoer swept over the sculptures on the store shelves with jealousy, and really wanted to take them all home.

Of course, it would be best if Chen Tian could be taken home.

Unfortunately, I can't hold it!

Yuan Duoer was jealous, but she quickly calmed down.

She knew her identity and could not compare with Zong Mengqiu for the time being.

After all, one is a worker and the other is an apprentice.

The two are in a different relationship!

"Thank you, Master!"

Zong Mengqiu nodded excitedly and said firmly: "I promise not to embarrass you by your master."

She didn't care about the sculpture Chen Tian wanted to give her, she didn't know how powerful the sculpture was.

But Chen Tian agreed to her participate in the competition, which means that he would not embarrass the master at all in the competition.

Otherwise, how could the master ask me to go?

It must be because I have enough ability. Maybe I can be the same as my master back then, with skills overwhelming all the heroes!

Zong Mengqiu's confidence became a little overwhelmed by Shen Tian's words.

"Okay! Since you are going to participate in the competition, just practice hard!"

Chen Tian didn't know that his words brought such a big change to Zong Mengqiu and Yuan Duoer.

He was too lazy to care about Dabi's affairs.

It makes people feel a little sad to think about it.

"Master! I will practice hard."

Zong Mengqiu clenched his fists and his eyes were firm.

Then, she returned to the backyard and began to practice controlling her true qi.

She had just sat down and suddenly looked up and said, "It's broken! I haven't had an invitation letter yet?"

She is not Yuan Duoer, but no one gives her an invitation letter.

"I'll help you get the invitation letter, you can practice with peace of mind!"

Yuan Duoer did not intend to do anything bad to Zong Mengqiu, she was not a bad person.

It’s just a sculpture that kills and turns into a god, I’m not so sad!

It's really not sour!

Yuan Duoer comforted herself, took out the Tongyin stone that she had contacted Hang Qing specifically, and explained the situation here carefully.

Hang Qing there heard that Zong Mengqiu was going to participate in the competition, and that he was Chen Tian’s only disciple at present.

There must be no delay.

Wow...After a short while, a stream of light fell in the sky.

Yuan Duoer stretched out her hand, pinched the letter that turned into a stream of light and handed it to Zong Mengqiu, and said, "For you!"

"Thank you sister Duoer!"

Zong Mengqiu took it happily, as if it was a treasure stuffed into his arms, worried that he would lose it.

Seeing her appearance, Yuan Duoer shook her head slightly.

The shopkeeper’s education of his apprentice is really good!

This invitation may be precious to others.

But to the shopkeeper, it's like waste paper.

Lost!

Someone will send a second one at any time!

Why should I treat it so precious?

But Mengqiu was like treating a baby. I think it was her predecessor who taught her: no matter how expensive the things are, what others give them is ultimately friendship, and they must be preserved well.

...Invitation letter!

Except in the hands of the holder.

There are flowing lights everywhere in Qingzhou, waiting for those who are destined to see and get it.

Some of them were intercepted by cultivators who had cultivated their golden elixir cultivation in the air when they were still in the flowing light.

Whether it is a casual cultivator or a large or small sect.

I was extremely serious about this competition.

What the sect cares about is the benefits brought to the sect by the competition ranking.

Most of the casual cultivators want to enter the eyes of these sects and have a destination.

Or I have a crush on the rewards of the competition and want to use the rewards to make myself stronger.

Of course, there are many extreme people who use this competition to increase their combat experience.

No matter what the reason is, invitation letters have become something sought after in Qingzhou.

One portion was still hyped up to the price of hundreds of spirit stones.

At this time, a stream of light flashed in the sky and landed on the outskirts of Wenyuan Town.

There are many casual cultivators nearby, and they also noticed the movement of this flowing light.

Whether it's snatching it and selling it for yourself.

All of them are enough to make these casual cultivators excited and can't wait to chase after the flowing light.

Soon, the stream of light fell in the valley more than ten miles away in Wenyuan Town.

There are many people gathered in the lush valley.

These people split into three piles according to their mutual comfort.

"You guys from the wild want to get involved in the invitation letter?"

A man wearing brocade clothes and wearing a sharp sword on his waist looked coldly at the crowd wearing cloth clothes beside him.

"You are just a dog, and you're not afraid that your paws will get dirty?"

Standing in front of the crowd was a rough-looking man, and there was no sign of his carrier's weapon.

Both of them were casual cultivators nearby, but because of their wealth, they were divided into two small groups.

The men in the brocade clothes felt that they were well-dressed and were a good-looking talent.

I have always been unwilling to mingle with people wearing casual clothes and don’t like neat clothes.

Moreover, as time goes by, these two groups of people have become hostile.

There are already a lot of fighting in the wild on weekdays.
To be continued...