Chapter 203 Uncle Master, Be Fair!
"So powerful?!" Zeng Shushu exclaimed. He had heard something about Cao Miao Village. He didn't expect that these two orphans were not simple people.

"I, I, I'm not that powerful, Seventh Brother... I..."

Murong Ji felt helpless. What Zhang Xiaofan lacked was self-confidence and self-awareness. He was under the PUA of his master Tian Buyi for many years and lacked self-confidence.

"Try it out in a competition first, and you'll know."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and looked Zeng Shushu up and down, "Are you done with the competition?"

Zeng Shushu smiled confidently, "When the other party saw it was me, he immediately surrendered and admitted defeat."

Murong Ji curled the corner of his mouth, unable to bear the sight of his showing off, so he simply ignored him and looked around, trying to find where Lu Xueqi was competing.

Lu Xueqi's name was seen in the second match, but the people below the stage were surrounding her in three layers.

Murong Ji walked over, but not far away, he heard Zeng Shushu behind him say: "Oh, you look like a piece of wood."

"Look at your brother. He knows where to go without being told. He is still a piece of shit."

Murong Ji looked at Zeng Shushu expressionlessly. He even raised an eyebrow at Murong Ji. The grudge between the two had long been irreconcilable.

Murong Ji suddenly laughed, and Zeng Shushu subconsciously felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, Murong Ji rushed forward and grabbed Zeng Shushu by the collar.

"what are you doing?"

With Zeng Shushu looking confused, he pulled out a book from his arms and threw it at a senior sister from Xiaozhu Peak behind him.

"Brother Zeng! Your pornographic picture fell!"

After shouting, he pulled Zhang Xiaofan and ran into the crowd. Not long after, Zeng Shushu shouted, "Thank you for the gift, Junior Brother Murong!"

"Fuck! We'll die together!"

When we squeezed to the front of the ring, Lu Xueqi's competition had just begun. It seemed that the first match took a lot of time.

Not long after, Zeng Shushu came over with a slap mark on his face. He and Murong Ji stood on the left and right sides of Zhang Xiaofan, watching Lu Xueqi fighting on the stage.

Neither of them had much practical experience, and in Murong Ji's opinion, they were full of flaws.

Lu Xueqi was better. With his strength, he could have ended the competition quickly. But he probably wanted to accumulate more practical experience, which slowed down the competition.

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at Zeng Shushu, especially the obvious slap marks on his face, and asked Murong Ji in a low voice, "Seventh Senior Brother, do you have a grudge against Senior Brother Zeng?"

Murong Ji didn't even turn his head, "Yes, he came to my house for dinner and never paid."

Zhang Xiaofan was surprised and looked at Zeng Shushu in disbelief. The book said that one should not judge a book by its cover. So that must be the case!
"Don't listen to his nonsense. It was my senior sister who invited me."

"Senior Sister?" Zhang Xiaofan was completely confused.

"Yes, his mother is also a disciple of Xiaozhu Peak. She is a disciple of the 19th generation like us. Hehe... so..."

Zhang Xiaofan was misled by him and thought unconsciously, "Shouldn't Senior Brother Seven call us Uncle Senior Brother?"

Murong Ji's face was gloomy, and he went up to him and gave him a slap! "Master uncle, what the hell! Let's talk about our own affairs! When you see me, you have to call me senior brother, and when you see my mother, you have to call her aunt, do you understand?!"

Zhang Xiaofan covered his head and replied aggrievedly: "Oh".

Zeng Shushu suddenly reminded, "Look!"

Murong Ji turned his head and saw Fang Chao, a disciple of Longshou Peak, waving an almost transparent magic sword above his head.

As she danced, countless icicles attacked Lu Xueqi.

An attack of this level could not cause any effective damage to Lu Xueqi. Qi Hao was far from that.

Murong Ji turned his head and saw Shuiyue and Cangsong sitting aside, drinking tea leisurely and exchanging a few words with each other from time to time.

Turning his head to look again, Murong Ji was shocked, "Oh my god!"

Lu Xueqi actually used his sword moves, moving her body along with the sword, and sending out countless sword qi, "Puff puff puff!" Several sword qi pierced through Fang Chao's body.

Bringing out countless blood mist, Fang Chao was stunned for a moment, the magic weapon above his head fell instantly, and the whole person fell backwards.

Murong Ji slapped her in the face. Doesn't this girl know that this is a killer move? ! It can cost someone's life!
He forgot that Lu Zu's swordsmanship could drive the circulation of true Qi through movements.

Looking again, Cangsong had already landed on the ring. Looking at the seriously injured and unconscious Fang Chao, he glared at Lu Xueqi coldly, "We are all fellow disciples, why did you use such heavy hands!"

Murong Ji looked at Lu Xueqi's expressionless face and knew that she was also confused at the moment. She didn't expect the power to be so great.

Shuiyue frowned, took out a pill and handed it over. She watched Cangsong feed it into Fang Chao's mouth, then she breathed a sigh of relief.

After Cangsong carried Fang Chao off the stage, the presiding elder shouted loudly: "The winner! Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhu Peak!"

The competition came to an end. Some people left immediately, while others were reluctant to leave for a long time in order to look at the beauties of Xiaozhu Peak a little longer.

Zeng Shushu looked at Lu Xueqi's figure with an infatuated look on his face, "Junior Sister Lu is absolutely a one-of-a-kind beauty in the world." As soon as he finished speaking, peach blossoms appeared in his eyes.

Murong Ji rolled his eyes and took out a candy, "Junior Sister Lu!"

Lu Xueqi frowned when she heard the voice, turned her head and looked over, then saw something being thrown towards her.

When he caught it subconsciously, that cold face suddenly became a little dull, and he fell into deep thought while looking at the candy in his hand.

She looked up at Murong Ji, only to see him grinning. Lu Xueqi was in a state of confusion, she felt as if she had fallen into Murong Ji's trap, the bag of food from her childhood was slowly locking her down.

Drag her into the endless abyss.

She wanted to refuse and throw the candy back, but she couldn't lift her hand at all, as if the candy in her hand weighed tens of millions of pounds.

He glared at Murong Ji fiercely and stuffed the candy into his belt.

Murong Ji smiled with great satisfaction and looked at Zeng Shushu with raised eyebrows.

Zeng Shushu was completely frozen. He couldn't understand it. He really couldn't understand it!

After reacting, he searched for a long time on his body before finding the folding fan in his hand. He threw it over without thinking, "Junior Sister Lu!"

The fan fell at her feet. At the same time, many things were thrown around her, but Lu Xueqi didn't even look at them.

"Hahaha!" Murong Ji couldn't help but find Zeng Shushu's dejected expression somewhat funny.

"You're going to get beaten if you do that!"

Zeng Shushu retorted angrily, and just as he was about to turn around, someone grabbed his shoulder. He looked back and froze.

She was a disciple from Xiaozhu Peak, and behind her were the female disciples from the Discipline Hall.

Zeng Shushu showed an extremely ugly smile, "Master, Uncle Master, we meet again, what a fate."

The woman didn't buy it and raised her head slightly, "It's him, take him away!"

The female disciples from the Discipline Hall behind him went up and held Zeng Shushu down. They were all quite strong and they were able to control Zeng Shushu's acupuncture points and joints, making it impossible for him to break free.

"Ah?! No! There are accomplices! Uncle Master! Be fair!"

Zeng Shushu's eyes quickly swept across the crowd, and when he saw Murong Ji pulling Zhang Xiaofan and about to escape, he suddenly became excited.

"Hey! Those two people! That's them! From Dazhu Peak!"

The woman waved her hand, and a large group of people gathered around. Murong Ji looked at the disciples of the Discipline Hall around him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"My fellow brothers, my junior brother and I came here to watch the competition and learn from the senior brothers and sisters in the sect. I wonder why you are looking for us?"

One of the disciples from Xiaozhu Peak stuck out his lips at Zeng Shushu.

Murong Ji turned his head and saw Zeng Shushu being held without any manners, which was a little funny. He suppressed his smile and asked with a puzzled look: "What's wrong? Did this senior brother make a mistake?"

Xiao Zhufeng's senior sister was a little puzzled, "You don't know him?"

"I don't know him, I've never seen him before. I saw him for the first time today. We have never bothered to make friends with such shameless people who violate the sect's rules."

Zhang Xiaofan: “…”

"Murong Ji! Bah! You shameless villain! If it weren't for you! I wouldn't be where I am today!" Zeng Shushu's scolding voice came.

Murong Ji was furious. "Bah! You shameless little thief! Don't make random accusations! I don't know you very well, why are you persecuting me!"

"Stop talking nonsense, take them all away!" As soon as the senior uncle from Xiaozhu Peak opened his mouth, the disciples of the Discipline Hall surrounded the two men in an instant, arrested them, and half-dragged them away.

Murong Ji's face turned green. What kind of thing is this? He accidentally saw Lu Xueqi following him. Her face was as cold as ice, but her eyes were full of smiles.

She seemed very happy that she was unlucky.

The corner of his mouth twitched and when he turned his head, he saw Master Tian Buyi's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his heart skipped a beat.

【Ruined! 】

After entering the Discipline Hall, Murong Ji lay on a wide bench and looked up. He saw his master and Zeng Shuchang drinking tea calmly and chatting happily.

Then he looked towards the door. Lu Xueqi was standing there, staring at him, probably wondering when the law would be enforced.

Murong Ji smiled, a little awkwardly. He turned around and comforted Zhang Xiaofan, "Xiaofan, it's okay, it's just a few dozen sticks, it won't be a big deal."

Zhang Xiaofan had a bitter face. He really couldn't laugh. His master had always looked down on him. Who would have thought that now...

"You have to scream louder later!" Murong Ji turned around and instructed Zhang Xiaofan, fearing that this block of wood would not understand.

This time, the old deacon did not say any more words of judgment. He just said "beat" and kept silent.

"Bang" a board hit Murong Ji on the back.

"Ah-howl!" Murong Ji shouted at the top of his voice.

Tian Buyi was so frightened that he almost dropped the cup in his hand. His face darkened instantly, "Shut up! You useless thing!"

Murong Ji didn't even look at his master and continued shouting at the top of his voice.

I'm going to get beaten up when I get back anyway, so I might as well get through this first.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaofan, gritted his teeth, and said nothing, with beads of sweat the size of beans constantly dripping down his face.

"Xiao Fan, there's no need to hold it in. You'll feel better if you shout it out. Look at Zeng Shushu, he's crying so hard that his father can't recognize him."

(End of this chapter)