Chapter 45 Arrogance

Zhu Changshui's face was as ugly as it could be. Ye Xiaochuan and others entered the sect late, lacked experience, and were very unfamiliar with Tianchi.

Zhu Changshui was different. He was the first among them to enter the sect. He had practiced Taoism for decades and had gone down the mountain several times to gain experience. He had a deeper understanding of some things in the current cultivation world.

Changbai Mountain Tianchi was the secluded place of the nine-tailed fox demon Xiaofu. This Xiaochi actually said that the woman in white was her mother and that she was from Tianchi. That must be true. This Xiaochi must be a demon, a fox demon.

Zhu Changshui thought to himself that it was no wonder that Xiaochi was so young, but his fox charm was so profound. It turned out that he was a fox demon. No matter how brave he was, he did not dare to provoke the daughter of Yao Xiaofu, and immediately hid aside.

Others observed Zhu Changshui's expression and saw that his face changed rapidly, and he seemed to feel that something was wrong.

At this moment, there was a loud rumble on the Xunwei stage next to them, and the disciples around cheered. Everyone looked up and saw that the two disciples who were originally numbered 7 on the stage had already decided the winner. Both of them were cultivators in the late stage of flying swords, and they were evenly matched. They fought for nearly half an hour before the winner was decided, but the winning disciple seemed to be in a bad mood, with a faint trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Xiaochi said: "Brother Xiaochuan, the competition here is over, you are ready to go on stage, we will cheer for you below to support the appearance, I promise to cheer the loudest!"

Ye Xiaochuan was nervous and excited. He looked up and saw that the number of disciples surrounding the Xunwei stage where the competition was about to take place seemed to be no less than the disciples who watched Yun Qiyou compete in Kunwei just now. Almost more than half of the disciples in the square gathered here, which made the other seven stages seem a little deserted and quite deserted.

In front of thousands of disciples, if he defeated the crazy woman Hu Daoxin, he would show off his face!

When he came to his senses, he saw Zhu Changshui and others gathered together and whispered, and his eyes occasionally glanced at Xiao Chi, who was chattering and jumping around him. The few people who were very attentive to Xiao Chi just now seemed to be full of fear of Xiao Chi and dared not talk nonsense anymore.

Ye Xiaochuan was a little surprised, thinking that this senior brother Zhu Changshui seemed to recognize Xiao Chi's identity, but he knew nothing about Xiao Chi's identity.

When he was about to ask Zhu Changshui, an elder on the stage said loudly: "Please get ready, Ye Xiaochuan and Hu Daoxin, the two nephews who drew the 15th lot, for the second match of the Xun position today!"

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan and others were standing outside the Xun position, and the front was surrounded by disciples.

Zhu Changshui and several others shouted and squeezed in. When they met the disciples blocking the way, they pushed them away and shouted, "Make way, make way! Ye Xiaochuan is coming! Make way! Ye Xiaochuan is coming!"

This group of people are disciples of the famous elders of Cangyun Sect. Their Taoism skills are not very good, but they can't stand the strong backing of others. They are all arrogant and domineering.

Being pushed and squeezed by Ye Xiaochuan's group, the surrounding disciples booed and shouted, "Ye Xiaochuan, let's see how long you can be arrogant!"

"Let him be arrogant for the last time. He will probably be carried down later. It's so miserable!"

"That's right! This guy only knows how to steal, tease his junior sister, and gamble in groups. He is not a material for cultivation. He actually signed up for the competition without knowing the consequences. Let's wait and see the show!"

Outside the hall, above the jade steps

The drunk Taoist was chatting and laughing with a familiar elder from another sect, when he suddenly heard the name of his useless disciple Ye Xiaochuan being called out from the Xunwei Arena in the southwest.

He frowned slightly.

The senior beside him said, "Brother Zui, what's wrong with you?"

Drunk Taoist said, "I seem to have heard the name of the bad disciple. Did he also participate in the competition?"

The senior smiled and said, "Brother Zui, I have heard that you accepted a disciple more than ten years ago. He must be extraordinary to be favored by Brother Zui. I want to see him."

Drunk Taoist said awkwardly, "Haha, Brother Yun, to be honest, my disciple is unlikely to become a great man. He is very naughty and has repeatedly violated the rules of the sect. He was punished to face the wall at the cliff a few months ago. He should still be facing the wall at the cliff now. I must have heard it wrong just now."

Drunk Taoist usually lives a sloppy life. Ye Xiaochuan was punished to face the wall at the cliff in the back mountain for three months. Today happened to be the day he was released from prison. As a master, he completely forgot the date.

Senior Yao Xiaofu and Fairy Liubo, who were sitting on chairs watching the disciples' competition, were both highly skilled in Taoism. They heard Elder Xunwei announce Ye Xiaochuan's name from a distance.

The two stood up and walked to the white marble guardrail outside the hall, just not far from where the drunk Taoist was standing.

The drunk Taoist took a look, said a few words to the senior elder beside him, and walked towards Yao Xiaofu.

Others didn't know why Yao Xiaofu came hand in hand with Fairy Liubo this time. After all, these two women rarely appeared in public in the world. In the past Cangyun battles, invitations were sent to Tianchi, but Yao Xiaofu had never come. The drunk Taoist knew that the two came this time, mostly for his disciple Ye Xiaochuan.

"Senior Xiaofu, Fairy Liubo."

The drunk Taoist walked to the two and called out.

Yao Xiaofu smiled charmingly and said softly: "You and I have known each other for hundreds of years, and we are also acquaintances and friends. This senior really calls me old. You should call me Xiaofu. It sounds young."

The drunk Taoist smiled bitterly. This Yao Xiaofu was a person of the same generation as the first generation of the Cangyun Sect. He was the 37th generation disciple of the Cangyun Sect. The generation gap between him and Yao Xiaofu was very large. Even the heads of the major sects would call Yao Xiaofu senior when they saw him. He couldn't mess up the generations.

Seeing that the drunk Taoist smiled bitterly and said nothing, Fairy Liubo whispered: "Is the one on the stage your disciple Ye Xiaochuan?"

The drunk Taoist looked up and saw a young man walking up on the Xunwei stage. He recognized at a glance that the boy with a bruised face was his inferior disciple.

He was stunned and muttered: "It's really this stinky boy. It seems that he is still useful in the three months of Siguo Cliff. He has reached the fifth level of flying realm."

Yao Xiaofu and Fairy Liubo looked at each other.

After a while, Yao Xiaofu said, "Drunk Master, Ye Xiaochuan has been learning from you for fifteen years, right? How is his talent?"

Drunk Taoist said, "He is not bad in talent, but he has not used it in the right way. He has been naughty since he was a child. It gives me a headache. Just recently, he got into a big trouble and was punished to face the wall on the cliff in the back mountain. I don't even know when he reached the fifth level of flying and controlling objects."

Fairy Liubo stared at Ye Xiaochuan and said slowly, "It's no wonder. His mother was also very naughty when she was young. There is a bit of his mother's shadow between his eyebrows."

Others don't know, but Drunk Taoist knows what Fairy Liubo means.

Ye Xiaochuan's father is the ghost king Ye Tianxing who was killed in the internal strife of the Demon Sect fifteen years ago. As for Ye Xiaochuan's mother, she is also a peerless woman who has looked down on the world for hundreds of years.