The heartthrob villain is beautiful and sassy

Although Murong Zhao's high platform was a bit lively, it didn't attract too many people's attention because the disciple contest had started.

The first group was played by Lu Qingyao, and her opponent was a registered disciple of Lord Hong Guang Xing.

Lu Qingyao floated on the ring in a white dress, and many disciples in the audience gasped in amazement.

"Which peak is this senior sister from? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"It's Senior Sister Lu Qingyao, who is under Zhize Xingjun's sect. She practices hard at Zhize Peak on weekdays and rarely goes out."

"Under Zhize Xingjun's sect? That must be very strong."

"And she's also pretty, but she's not as good as Senior Sister Jiang Yao."

"What? You actually compare Senior Sister Jiang Yao with her?"

"Senior Sister Jiang Yao looks much better!"

At first, it was all compliments to Lu Qingyao, and Lu Qingyao also had a peaceful smile on her face, but later, more and more people mentioned her appearance and said that she was not as good as Jiang Yao, her smile faded a lot, and her eyes flashed A trace of impatience.

Jiang Yao!Jiang Yao!When she was at Zhi Zefeng, she often heard Jiang Yao's name, saying what Jiang Yao did in the inner sect today, and in which class Jiang Yao was named and praised by the elders again.

He is obviously Zhi Zefeng's attendant, yet he brazenly praises Jiang Yao of Xuyang Peak!

And sometimes, Xuanyuan Li would use Jiang Yao to admonish her, he didn't use it on purpose to provoke her, but he would mention Jiang Yao naturally.

Xuanyuanli seemed to be comparing her with Jiang Yao unconsciously. Naturally, she couldn't lose, so she could only practice hard according to Xuanyuanli's ideas.

Thinking of Xuanyuanli saying that Jiang Yao was inferior to her today, Lu Qingyao took a deep breath and calmed down.

This is the first battle she showed in front of her classmates, she can only win, not lose!

Seeing the ice spirit floating around Lu Qingyao's body, the fellow disciples around were amazed.

"Senior Sister Lu is actually an ice spirit root!"

"Wow, this ice spirit is so mellow, I feel very cold off stage."

The selection of the disciples of the Wuji Sect is like this. At the beginning, only whether there is a spiritual root is tested.

After all, those who can pass the disciple selection competition are extremely talented players. In order to avoid missing good talents in the test results of the spiritual root, Xingjun was asked to accept the disciples before testing the spiritual root.

Before the start of the disciple competition, only Lu Qingyao from Zhize Peak and Jiang Yao from Xuyang Peak had not disclosed the news of their spiritual roots.

Now that Lu Qingyao's spiritual root has come out, it is a mutated ice spiritual root, so only Jiang Yao's spiritual root has not come out.

After Lu Qingyao's body was filled with ice spirit energy, her opponent obviously flinched. He was just a three-spirit root, how could he compete with Lu Qingyao.

Lu Qingyao saw his intention to retreat, her heart moved, she tapped her toes, and suddenly pulled out the sword at her waist.

A flash of cold light suddenly appeared, and a large area of ​​icy power instantly covered the entire ring, and the eyes of the elders on the stage flashed with surprise.

"I didn't expect Zhize Xingjun to love his disciple so much that he gave Lu Qingyao the Binglin Sword."

"That is the tenth divine sword on the list of divine weapons. It can freeze thousands of miles in an instant with enough spiritual power injected. I didn't expect Zhize Xingjun to be so generous and directly give it to his disciples."

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The words of the Xingjuns reached the ears of Murong Zhao and Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao was unmoved, and Murong Zhao sneered.

Murong Zhao turned his head to look at Jiang Yao, saw her staring at the competition on the ring, and for some reason said: "Do you envy her for having a magic weapon in her hand? And I couldn't give it to you?"

Jiang Yao was a little surprised when she heard this, she turned her head to look at Murong Zhao and said seriously: "I don't envy, after all, no matter how good a magic weapon is, it must have corresponding strength."

"Besides..." She curled her lips slightly, "Everything Master gave me is the best, so why should I envy others?"

Murong Zhao was stunned, Jiang Yao was only fifteen years old, and her face had already grown compared to the finely carved Yuwa five years ago.

She doesn't like to smile usually, and always has a solemn face, but anyone can guess how stunning that thick face would be when she smiled.

At this time, Jiang Yao just curled her lips slightly, which made Murong Zhao's heart a little hot.

Seeing that Murong Zhao didn't speak, Jiang Yao slightly raised her eyebrows, then looked down at the competition on the ring again.

Murong Zhao came back to his senses after Jiang Yao turned his head. He was annoyed that he was fascinated by his apprentice, and after spit on himself a few times, he looked back at Jiang Yao.

He was not surprised that Jiang Yao would say those words, and it was because of this that he felt better.

Jiang Yao didn't know that the Golden Dragon Saber in her hand was exactly one of the dragon and phoenix swords that ranked third on the list of magic soldiers, and it was exactly the same pair as Murong Zhao's Fengling Saber.

The victory in the audience was decided, whether it was Lu Qingyao's low-level foundation building cultivation or her outstanding ice root, all the inner disciples were amazed.

And after seeing her defeat her opponent at the same level so easily, those discussions became even more heated.

For a while, Lu Qingyao was in the limelight.

Lu Qingyao retracted her sword and saluted, smiling obediently: "Junior Brother, I've accepted it."

The disciple opposite her couldn't smile, and after pulling the corner of her lips reluctantly, she jumped off the stage neatly.

Lu Qingyao didn't mind the disciple's behavior, feeling the enthusiastic eyes of the disciples around her, the smile on her face got bigger.

After stepping off the stage, she put those fanatical gazes behind her and hurried to the high platform where Xuanyuan Li was.

When passing by the high platform where Murong Zhao and Jiang Yao were, her footsteps paused and her eyes fixed on Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao's back was facing her, her spine was straight, and her black hair was neatly tied up, hanging straight around her waist.

She hadn't looked for long before she saw Murong Zhao's unkind eyes, those eyes that were usually lazy and half-closed now contained a trace of warning and scrutiny, she shuddered and left quickly.

Jiang Yao noticed someone passing behind the high platform, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

She looked at the comparison in the arena, the disciple is a good disciple, but the scene of the competition is too boring, she will inevitably lose interest, but because of the personality, she said nothing.

But fortunately, she has an incomprehensible master.

"Jiang Yao, do you want to go to the secret realm to practice?" When Murong Zhao said the word "Experience", it seemed as if he was asking Jiang Yao if he wanted to eat.

Jiang Yao wanted to go, but she said with a serious face: "Master, this is against the rules."

Murong Zhao snorted softly: "Rules are dead, people are alive, as long as I want to go..."

His words stopped abruptly, Jiang Yao turned her head suspiciously, only to see Qiu Wuji standing behind Murong Zhao with a smile on her face.

"Where does Zhao Zhao want to go?" Qiu Wuji didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, he pulled a chair and sat next to Murong Zhao.

Zhao Zhao...

Pfft, if it wasn't for maintaining the character design, Jiang Yao would have laughed out loud.