Chapter 146 Xia Yu's Folding Fan?
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Ke Ning
"At the same time, in order to better ensure the progress of the martial arts competition, from today onwards, no private fighting is allowed in Lingxiao City."
"Offenders will be fined, or expelled from Lingxiao City."
"The gas refining period and the foundation building period are one batch, and the alchemy period is another batch."
"Those who want to participate in the competition, register today and tomorrow, and start the competition the day after tomorrow"
Most of the people present were monks.
There are old and young, there are hundreds of years old, and most of them are old and cunning people.
After all, after living for so many years, why haven't I seen anything?
Xiang Yuchen said that a martial arts competition would be held. During this period, no fighting is allowed in Lingxiao City.
Many people can hear the real intention in it at once.
The martial arts tournament is just a cover, the real thing is that no fighting is allowed in Lingxiao City.
The real purpose is to protect the Ling Xiao Sect disciples who are being bullied these days.
Too many people have targeted the disciples of the Lingxiao faction, and the disciples of the Lingxiao faction have been targeted by people from various forces who came here these days.
All kinds of provocations and challenges, Ling Xiao faction disciples suffered a lot.
There are still seven days before the grand ceremony of the Lingxiao faction, and if this continues, by the time the grand ceremony begins, the disciples of the Lingxiao faction must have been wheeled several times.
Knowing Xiang Yuchen's wishful thinking, someone below immediately made trouble and sabotaged it.
"Ha ha!"
"It sounds good, the martial arts competition, is this a fig leaf for your Ling Xiao faction?"
"Afraid of the challenge from us people, so we came up with such a martial arts tournament, let us kill each other, right?"
"It's ridiculous, when did the Lingxiao faction become so cowardly?"
"That's right, it's ridiculous, it scares us, haha"
"Can the Lingxiao sect like this be called one of the three Qizhou sects?"
"We are ashamed to return to the Yuan Pavilion."
Next, the disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion were the loudest.
The disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion suffered a loss in the hands of Lu Shaoqing a few days ago, and were severely humiliated by Lu Shaoqing, and they have long hated the Lingxiao faction.
These days, people from Guiyuan Pavilion have contributed a lot to the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect.
People from other forces want to deal with the disciples of the Ling Xiao Sect, and most of them can only be dealt with.
The disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion played hard, and after some competitions, the disciples of Ling Xiao faction were more or less injured.
"Your martial arts competition, whoever wants to participate can participate, and we Guiyuan Pavilion will not participate."
With Guiyuan Pavilion taking the lead, people from other forces will not be afraid of you Lingxiao faction even more.
"That's right, neither will we."
"That's right, what's so great about a martial arts tournament?"
"Let's go, let's go, let them sing a one-man show here."
The disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion are making a fuss, wanting to sabotage it.
Seeing that the people below seemed to be dispersing, Xiang Yuchen couldn't help looking at Lu Shaoqing.
Lu Shaoqing had no choice but to stand up in person.
Looking at the Guiyuan Pavilion disciples making trouble below.
Accidentally found an acquaintance.
Wu Tianzong.
The corner of Lu Shaoqing's mouth was slightly raised, and he said to Wu Tianzong, "Junior Brother Wu, can what you say represent Guiyuan Pavilion?"
Wu Tianzong didn't follow Zhang Conglong a few days ago, and didn't witness Lu Shaoqing's fierce talk with his own eyes.
His impression of Lu Shaoqing was still in what Xie Chong said was the shame of the sect.
Seeing the shame of Lu Shaoqing's sect come out, I felt more calm.
Even Lu Shaoqing, who is ashamed of the sect, has come out. It seems that there are not many people available in the Lingxiao sect recently.
Wu Tianzong proudly said, "That's right, as I said, we Guiyuan Pavilion will not participate in your so-called martial arts tournament."
"It's ridiculous, what's so great about the martial arts tournament held by your disciples?"
"Isn't it embarrassing?"
Then Wu Tianzong yelled to the people around him again, "Let's go, let's go, don't waste time here, we can do what we usually do."
"Don't be led by the nose by the Lingxiao Sect's shame."
After finishing speaking, Wu Tianzong took people to prepare to leave.
Before he was about to leave, he turned his head and glanced at Lu Shaoqing triumphantly, "Small, what can you do?"
But what surprised Wu Tianzong was that there was no panic on Lu Shaoqing's face, but a smile on his face.
Is he stupid?
At this time, what else can he do?
Facing the crowd who were about to disperse below, Lu Shaoqing said lightly, "Don't you want to know what rewards are there for this martial arts tournament?"
"What's the reward?"
Someone asked curiously.
Are you still dead? Are you stubborn and refuse to give up?
Wu Tianzong sneered in his heart, and he also shouted loudly, "Tell me, let us see what attractive rewards you have."
Wu Tianzong intentionally bit the word "seductive" very strongly.
It caused everyone to laugh.
Everyone felt that it was impossible for a disciple of the Lingxiao sect like Lu Shaoqing to have any valuable prizes.
There were unscrupulous jokes.
Lu Shaoqing was not angry, but calmly took out a folding fan.
He held it up in front of everyone, "This is a first-grade magic weapon. It has no other effect except that it is harder."
"Ha ha"
As soon as these words came out, Wu Tianzong was the first to burst out laughing.
"A first-grade magic weapon? Are you willing to take it out?"
The people below shook their heads.
First-grade magic weapon, the lowest grade, and it has no other function, so don't give it away.
It's so embarrassing to take it out as a prize.
It is true that the Lingxiao faction is the poorest of the three major factions in Qizhou.
"Have you finished laughing?" Lu Shaoqing waited until everyone had finished laughing, and then said calmly, "I haven't even finished talking, so you all have to laugh."
"This folding fan was used by Miss Xia Yu, and it has Senior Sister Xia Yu's autograph on it."
After finishing speaking, she opened it in public, and there was the word Xia Yu on it, with a superb charm, just like herself, beautiful.
Xia Yu, Bian Rourou, and Fang Xiao looked at Xia Yu.
Xia Yu blushed slightly, couldn't help feeling shy, and explained, "It's not my folding fan."
"I just put a name on it."
Others didn't know the origin of the folding fan, but it didn't prevent everyone below from being shocked.
The folding fan of the first beauty in Qizhou to draw money?
The eyes of the young masters Pian Pian suddenly turned red, like a wolf seeing a tender lamb.
Someone had the urge to rush up and snatch the folding fan from Lu Shaoqing's hand and take it for himself.
Lu Shaoqing let everyone watch it for a while, then put it away.
He asked lightly, "Is this portion enough?"
"Enough, enough, absolutely enough."
"The folding fan signed by Miss Xia Yu herself, even if I bring a fifth-grade magic weapon, I will not change it."
"Hey, are you ashamed to say that you are Miss Xia Yu's suitor? Is her folding fan worthy of a fifth-grade magic weapon in your mind?"
"That's right, at least it must be an eighth-grade magic weapon."
"Damn it, it's a tenth-grade magic weapon to me. No one can compete with me this time. It's mine."
"Dream, go away, Miss Xia Yu's folding fan is mine"
"Offenders will be fined, or expelled from Lingxiao City."
"The gas refining period and the foundation building period are one batch, and the alchemy period is another batch."
"Those who want to participate in the competition, register today and tomorrow, and start the competition the day after tomorrow"
Most of the people present were monks.
There are old and young, there are hundreds of years old, and most of them are old and cunning people.
After all, after living for so many years, why haven't I seen anything?
Xiang Yuchen said that a martial arts competition would be held. During this period, no fighting is allowed in Lingxiao City.
Many people can hear the real intention in it at once.
The martial arts tournament is just a cover, the real thing is that no fighting is allowed in Lingxiao City.
The real purpose is to protect the Ling Xiao Sect disciples who are being bullied these days.
Too many people have targeted the disciples of the Lingxiao faction, and the disciples of the Lingxiao faction have been targeted by people from various forces who came here these days.
All kinds of provocations and challenges, Ling Xiao faction disciples suffered a lot.
There are still seven days before the grand ceremony of the Lingxiao faction, and if this continues, by the time the grand ceremony begins, the disciples of the Lingxiao faction must have been wheeled several times.
Knowing Xiang Yuchen's wishful thinking, someone below immediately made trouble and sabotaged it.
"Ha ha!"
"It sounds good, the martial arts competition, is this a fig leaf for your Ling Xiao faction?"
"Afraid of the challenge from us people, so we came up with such a martial arts tournament, let us kill each other, right?"
"It's ridiculous, when did the Lingxiao faction become so cowardly?"
"That's right, it's ridiculous, it scares us, haha"
"Can the Lingxiao sect like this be called one of the three Qizhou sects?"
"We are ashamed to return to the Yuan Pavilion."
Next, the disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion were the loudest.
The disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion suffered a loss in the hands of Lu Shaoqing a few days ago, and were severely humiliated by Lu Shaoqing, and they have long hated the Lingxiao faction.
These days, people from Guiyuan Pavilion have contributed a lot to the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect.
People from other forces want to deal with the disciples of the Ling Xiao Sect, and most of them can only be dealt with.
The disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion played hard, and after some competitions, the disciples of Ling Xiao faction were more or less injured.
"Your martial arts competition, whoever wants to participate can participate, and we Guiyuan Pavilion will not participate."
With Guiyuan Pavilion taking the lead, people from other forces will not be afraid of you Lingxiao faction even more.
"That's right, neither will we."
"That's right, what's so great about a martial arts tournament?"
"Let's go, let's go, let them sing a one-man show here."
The disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion are making a fuss, wanting to sabotage it.
Seeing that the people below seemed to be dispersing, Xiang Yuchen couldn't help looking at Lu Shaoqing.
Lu Shaoqing had no choice but to stand up in person.
Looking at the Guiyuan Pavilion disciples making trouble below.
Accidentally found an acquaintance.
Wu Tianzong.
The corner of Lu Shaoqing's mouth was slightly raised, and he said to Wu Tianzong, "Junior Brother Wu, can what you say represent Guiyuan Pavilion?"
Wu Tianzong didn't follow Zhang Conglong a few days ago, and didn't witness Lu Shaoqing's fierce talk with his own eyes.
His impression of Lu Shaoqing was still in what Xie Chong said was the shame of the sect.
Seeing the shame of Lu Shaoqing's sect come out, I felt more calm.
Even Lu Shaoqing, who is ashamed of the sect, has come out. It seems that there are not many people available in the Lingxiao sect recently.
Wu Tianzong proudly said, "That's right, as I said, we Guiyuan Pavilion will not participate in your so-called martial arts tournament."
"It's ridiculous, what's so great about the martial arts tournament held by your disciples?"
"Isn't it embarrassing?"
Then Wu Tianzong yelled to the people around him again, "Let's go, let's go, don't waste time here, we can do what we usually do."
"Don't be led by the nose by the Lingxiao Sect's shame."
After finishing speaking, Wu Tianzong took people to prepare to leave.
Before he was about to leave, he turned his head and glanced at Lu Shaoqing triumphantly, "Small, what can you do?"
But what surprised Wu Tianzong was that there was no panic on Lu Shaoqing's face, but a smile on his face.
Is he stupid?
At this time, what else can he do?
Facing the crowd who were about to disperse below, Lu Shaoqing said lightly, "Don't you want to know what rewards are there for this martial arts tournament?"
"What's the reward?"
Someone asked curiously.
Are you still dead? Are you stubborn and refuse to give up?
Wu Tianzong sneered in his heart, and he also shouted loudly, "Tell me, let us see what attractive rewards you have."
Wu Tianzong intentionally bit the word "seductive" very strongly.
It caused everyone to laugh.
Everyone felt that it was impossible for a disciple of the Lingxiao sect like Lu Shaoqing to have any valuable prizes.
There were unscrupulous jokes.
Lu Shaoqing was not angry, but calmly took out a folding fan.
He held it up in front of everyone, "This is a first-grade magic weapon. It has no other effect except that it is harder."
"Ha ha"
As soon as these words came out, Wu Tianzong was the first to burst out laughing.
"A first-grade magic weapon? Are you willing to take it out?"
The people below shook their heads.
First-grade magic weapon, the lowest grade, and it has no other function, so don't give it away.
It's so embarrassing to take it out as a prize.
It is true that the Lingxiao faction is the poorest of the three major factions in Qizhou.
"Have you finished laughing?" Lu Shaoqing waited until everyone had finished laughing, and then said calmly, "I haven't even finished talking, so you all have to laugh."
"This folding fan was used by Miss Xia Yu, and it has Senior Sister Xia Yu's autograph on it."
After finishing speaking, she opened it in public, and there was the word Xia Yu on it, with a superb charm, just like herself, beautiful.
Xia Yu, Bian Rourou, and Fang Xiao looked at Xia Yu.
Xia Yu blushed slightly, couldn't help feeling shy, and explained, "It's not my folding fan."
"I just put a name on it."
Others didn't know the origin of the folding fan, but it didn't prevent everyone below from being shocked.
The folding fan of the first beauty in Qizhou to draw money?
The eyes of the young masters Pian Pian suddenly turned red, like a wolf seeing a tender lamb.
Someone had the urge to rush up and snatch the folding fan from Lu Shaoqing's hand and take it for himself.
Lu Shaoqing let everyone watch it for a while, then put it away.
He asked lightly, "Is this portion enough?"
"Enough, enough, absolutely enough."
"The folding fan signed by Miss Xia Yu herself, even if I bring a fifth-grade magic weapon, I will not change it."
"Hey, are you ashamed to say that you are Miss Xia Yu's suitor? Is her folding fan worthy of a fifth-grade magic weapon in your mind?"
"That's right, at least it must be an eighth-grade magic weapon."
"Damn it, it's a tenth-grade magic weapon to me. No one can compete with me this time. It's mine."
"Dream, go away, Miss Xia Yu's folding fan is mine"
