Dark Beast Summoner

"Xiao Xuanxi is here again!"

"Xiao Xuanxi, where are you going to burn today?"

In the square, a group of disciples who practiced swords stopped and smiled and teased the little boy who was cuter than the New Year's picture doll on the back of the big rabbit.

Xiao Xuanxi was wearing a light blue brocade robe, her hair was tied on top of her head and tied with a small jade crown. The small broken hair that could not be combed in front of her forehead turned into cute little bangs, which made him look dark and dark. The big round eyes are clear and transparent, cunning and pleasant.

His skin was fair, smoother than a peeled egg, and everyone wanted to go up and pinch his chubby pink cheeks.

"What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

Xiao Xuanxi tilted his head, as if I couldn't understand what you were talking about. Whoever burned things, people are good babies, so they won't burn things indiscriminately!

Made everyone laugh.

"Then why are you sneaking here?" Someone asked him with a smile.

"I didn't sneak here, I came here openly." Xiao Xuanxi corrected him righteously.

"Pfft! Alright, alright, you came here aboveboard! Our little Xuanxi is the most aboveboard!"

Xiao Xuanxi was satisfied with this, and he said clearly: "This baby is here to cheer you on, aren't you guys going to race? Grandpa in charge said that this race is very important!"

"Oh! That's right! I can't talk to you anymore. The trials will be held in two days. We have to hurry up and practice our swords!"

The group of disciples said angrily, all of them raised their swords and prepared to practice swords.

The annual Tianjiao event is held in the second half of the year, and they are not eligible to participate.

But in the same annual sect competition, they have the opportunity to represent the sect to compete with other sects.

The sect competition is a competition that all sects can participate in, and it is an opportunity for their Qingyun Sword Sect to be promoted from the Jiuliu sect to the eighth sect.

However, it is too difficult to be promoted to the eight-flow sect. You must get the top three in the competition with all the nine-flow sects before you can have the opportunity to compete with the eight-flow sect. As long as you win one of the eight-flow sects, You can squeeze it down and become one of the eight sects.

If you can't get the top three in the competition with all the nine sects, then there is no hope, and you can only wait for the next year.

Last year, Qingyun Jianzong happened to be fourth, and it was just a little bit short of it, and he was able to compete with the Eighth Liu sect.

So this time, many of the disciples are working hard and want to help the sect get this opportunity.

Everyone hopes that their sect can go further. After all, the name of the Jiuliu sect is too ugly. Outsiders call their Qingyun Jianzong a 10,000-year-old Jiuliu, which means that the Qingyun Jianzong has always been a Jiuliu sect. Move over the nest.

In fact, Qingyun Jianzong used to be a brilliant sect a long time ago. There was a sword immortal, but I don't know what happened. The inheritance of the sword immortal was cut off, so the sect began to decline.

And so many previous heads, including the current head Wuji, are the same as slamming the palm. No matter what, Wuji has been a little active in the past two years, but the sect disciples are not strong.

Their Qingyun Sword Sect, including the outer sect disciples, only had more than 400 people in total. Compared with other sects, it could be said that it could not be less.

And this time, out of more than 400 people, 50 people were selected to participate in the sect competition.

The chances are not too small every month.

After Xiaoxuanxi's interruption, everyone began to practice seriously again.

"Uncle Cang!"

Suddenly, Xiao Xuanxi shouted happily.

Cang Yang, who had just left the customs and was about to meet the sect master, stopped and looked at the little man who called him.

This little boy was born by the woman who was picked up by the sect master. It stands to reason that he should hate him, but this little boy was so enthusiastic about him that Cang Yang, who had always been serious, couldn't feel cold towards him.

Cang Yang didn't know yet that Xiao Xuanxi was already a Yangou at a young age. He could only be enthusiastic when he saw good-looking people, whether it was a man or a woman.

Moreover, Xiao Xuanxi felt that if he was so good-looking, his father must also be very good-looking. Since he was born, Uncle Cangyang is the most beautiful man he has ever seen. He felt that Uncle Cangyang might be his father.

Xiao Xuanxi had already secretly labelled Cang Yang's face "Daddy Suspect No. 1".

He was silent, the little guy had already climbed off the rabbit and came towards him with steady steps, but the little guy's legs were too short, the distance of more than 100 steps, the little guy ran for a while before coming over.

As soon as he ran to his feet, the little guy stretched out his short hand, begging for a hug.

Cang Yang helplessly hugged the little guy with one hand.

Good guy, it's sinking again than it was three months ago.

"Uncle Cang, why have you been in seclusion for so long? I haven't seen you for three months. Xixi misses you."

Cang Yang was not good at words. Hearing Xiao Xuanxi so affectionately told him that he missed him, his serious and heroic face was a little overwhelmed.

"Because I'm going to participate in the sect competition, so I'm in retreat. Well, I'm going to see the head, will you go with me?"

"Go, go, go! My mother is about to go out, and she must be very good when she comes out! My mother said that she will not retreat after this time, and will accompany me every day! Hehehe!" Xiao Xuanxi was happy said.

Cang Yang was a little surprised. He knew that Xiao Xuanxi's mother often retreated, but speaking of it, he had never seen her before, and she had never been out of the back mountain. Instead, Xiao Xuanxi was just over a year old and ran around all over the mountain gate. .

If she stopped seclusion, Cang Yang suddenly knew the Sect Master's intention to call him over.

But he was very calm in his heart, and the resentment he had three years ago was gone.

All the way, in the non-stop chatter of Xiao Xuanxi, he arrived outside the palace of the head.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the short legs of the heavy little guy in his arms struggled excitedly: "Uncle Cang, let me down, I can smell the fragrance of my mother, she is out, she is inside! "

Cang Yang moved his nose subconsciously, but he didn't smell any scent.

Xiaoxuanxi had already slid down from him like a loach, stepped on his short legs, and while shouting "mother", he turned over the high threshold and ran in.

Cang Yang followed and walked in. As soon as his foot stepped on the threshold, he smelled a faint scent, not a powdery scent, but an indescribable scent, which was very nice.

But when he thought that this was the scent of the mother's body in Xiao Xuanxi's mouth, his face became faintly hot, and he didn't dare to smell it again.

"Mother! Xixi misses you!"

The little guy turned into a little milk bag in a second, and pounced on a woman wearing a purple thin skirt with red eyes.

The woman was talking to the headmaster, and there was a human-shaped pendant on her leg, and she turned her head back in a hurry.

At this moment, Cang Yang only felt that time seemed to stand still.