"That's more like it."

Hearing her husband admit that she won, Su Qiyan hugged his neck and lowered her head to kiss Lin Bai's mouth.

"Hmm~"

The latter let out a soft moan, and before he could react, his wife kissed him.

Warm and wet, the two felt each other's breath and slowly closed their eyes.

Their lips rolled, and Lin Bai was the first to feel a softness entering his mouth.

After a long time, their lips separated, and the fragrance of each other remained.

"So sweet."

Lin Bai's smile became even more intense, and he touched Su Qiyan's smooth face and couldn't help but lower his head and kissed her.

"My husband is also..."

The four looked at each other, and their eyes were full of each other's figures.

It seemed that there was no room for anything except each other.

As the sky darkened, Lin Bai looked up, then bent down and picked up Su Qiyan in a princess hug.

"My wife, it's getting dark, do you want to go to the training meeting?"

Seeing the smile on her husband's face gradually turn bad, Su Qiyan leaned on Lin Bai's shoulder and said softly:

"Listen to my husband..."

The two disappeared from the spot and appeared again on the Palace Master Peak.

Entering the small room, Lin Bai moved slowly and put Su Qiyan on the bed.

Yayaya...

Time goes slowly, I want to see more.

Helplessly, the next morning.

The rising sun rose slowly with warmth, and almost all the disciples in the sect came to the ring square.

The disciples in the Yuanshen realm stood in the air and looked down.

As for those new disciples, they almost didn't fight in order to stand in a good position.

Even on the trees, there were several figures squatting.

"Today is a competition between the disciples, and the first disciple who has never appeared will also show up."

Everyone was excited. Mo Yunfeng stood in the void, closest to the arena.

Yesterday, he competed for thousands of miles, but only came in third place.

If the former first person in the inner sect is counted, he can only be considered fourth.

But it is already very good. Last year he was in the top 20, and this year he is in the top five.

The elders, peak masters, and pavilion masters were followed by several figures.

The most were old man Luo, with at least seven or eight behind him.

Most of them only brought three or two disciples, such as Master Zhao, who only had two disciples, Sun Changguang and Chu Yuner.

As for Li Qiuju, she accepted a disciple a few days ago, but she just entered the sect and is not yet qualified to participate in the sect competition.

"Ahem~"

"Please come here to draw your number plates, all the direct disciples who are participating in the competition."

On the square, a young elder stood in front of the arena with a bamboo tube in front of him.

This is the simplest way to draw lots to decide the opponent, which is convenient and quick.

There are not many direct disciples, only about a hundred people, but everyone knows it.

The first place in the end will only appear among the disciples of a certain peak master or pavilion master.

Unless a dark horse appears.

Just like the disciple who looks very ordinary with a rake, everyone calls him senior brother.

His strength is obvious to all the elders, so he was allowed to skip the competition with the sect disciples.

Directly compete with the direct disciples.

"Changguang, do everything according to your ability. You must know that we are alchemists, and fighting is something that only reckless people would do."

Zhao Fengzhu patted Sun Changguang on the shoulder, although he didn't care about him much at ordinary times.

But now is the time for the sect competition, and as a master, it is still right to say a few words.

"Come on, senior brother!"

Chu Yun'er raised her arms, clenched her fists and placed them on her chest to encourage him.

"Don't worry, wait for senior brother to win the first place, and give the reward to junior sister to play with."

After hearing Chu Yun'er's words, Sun Changguang felt full of strength.

He vowed to fight for the first place and give the reward to Chu Yun'er to play with.

After saying hello, Sun Changguang followed the crowd to the front of the arena.

The disciples behind the other elders also walked out one after another.

"If you don't bring me the first place, each of you will be punished to stand for three days!"

"Did you hear that?"

Old man Luo was pointing at the disciples in front of him. They were the strongest peaks of Tianzi Sheng Palace.

They were also majoring in swordsmanship. Compared with those sickly people who made iron and refined medicine, they undoubtedly had a greater chance of winning.

"I understand. Master, don't worry."

"Just look at our strength."

The number plates were distributed quickly. At this time, there was only one stick left in the bamboo tube.

"Strange, why is there one less person?"

The young elder looked puzzled as he looked at the disciples lined up in front of him.

Suddenly he found that Ling Feng was not there.

He looked up at the group of disciples. A young man in simple clothes with a rake on his shoulder was communicating with several new disciples in front of him.

"Brother, do you know how to release the magic so that it can be powerful?Will it be bigger? "

"Ah~ this..."

The new disciple in the lead was stumped by Ling Feng's words. He had just started practicing for a few days.

How could he teach others when he hadn't even learned the technique yet?

"You need to figure it out yourself."

Finally, he only uttered this sentence. Hearing this, Ling Feng nodded thoughtfully.

"Ling Feng!"

"Still chatting, come over and get the bamboo sticks!"

The elder saw him squeezed in the crowd, and a few black lines appeared between his eyebrows.

He couldn't help but shout at him.

"Junior brother Ling Feng, the elder seems to be calling you?"

"I think so. I'll go over and take a look. "

After leaving this sentence, Ling Feng turned and left.

He didn't want to reveal too much that he was the number one disciple.

He originally wanted to try his luck in the ordinary disciples' competition in the sect, and it would be enough to barely reach the top 100.

But until two days ago, he knew that he didn't need to go through the competition among ordinary disciples, but would directly fight with the direct disciple.

Although he was happy to do so, his strength was exposed.

He wanted to test the strength of the direct disciple, but not in public.

"It's better to try it, around the top 50, which is average and not noticeable."

"Very good, so it's decided happily."

Mumbling in his mouth, Ling Feng made up his mind in his heart that this exposure was inevitable.

Then it's better to have a small fight with them.

"Here is your bamboo stick."

Seeing him walking slowly, the elder directly picked up the bamboo stick and threw it in front of Ling Feng.

"Swish! "

The sound of breaking through the air came, Ling Feng took it steadily, looked down, but did not see the number.

"Why is there nothing?"

While he was confused, the disciples around him were in an uproar.

"Wait, do you see that disciple carrying the rake take the bamboo stick from the elder?"

"Now it is known that all the people on the stage are direct disciples, but the first disciple of the sect will also participate."

"So, he is very likely the first in the rumor..."

"No, he called me senior brother yesterday? He is the first disciple?"

"Me too, he called me too!"

"Fuck, this is Lao Liu!"

After confirmation, everyone finally understood.

The ordinary boy who had been chatting with them from time to time these days turned out to be the first disciple of the sect they had been thinking about.

"What a sin!"

They all looked up to the sky and howled, they had never seen such a shameless senior brother!

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