Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

"Let him wait in the front yard, and I'll be right there."

After Qin Hao finished speaking, he continued to direct the maids under him to work.

The efficiency of Master's action is really fast, I only look for him in the morning and the result will be in the afternoon.

After a while.

Qin Hao came to the front yard.

Ye Xiu hurriedly got up to greet him: "My lord."

"No need to be polite, just sit down."

Qin Hao has always been unassuming, and sat directly in front of the stone table.

Ye Xiu sat aside cautiously, and said: "This subordinate is here to thank you, Young Master, for getting me a place in the inner discipline and the opportunity to participate in the Inner Sect assessment competition."

Qin Hao said with a smile: "You deserve these. This time, in the Inner Sect assessment competition, perform well, and don't lose the face of our Silver Sword Peak."

"The subordinates will definitely go all out and will not let the young master down."

Ye Xiu patted his heart and assured.

"You don't need to be so serious. This kind of Inner Sect competition, just think of it as moving your muscles and bones."

Qin Hao said something calmly, then set his eyes on Yi Lian who was at the side.

"By the way, we Silver Sword Peak Outer Sect disciples also have five places to participate in the assessment competition. Do you have any suitable candidates here?"

Yilian instantly felt flattered.

The top few in this assessment competition can become inner disciples.

Even if you fail to become an inner disciple, the rewards for each round of promotion are very generous.

If this were placed on other peaks, how many people would fight for a place to participate in the Grand Competition.

But senior brother Qin actually entrusted such an important matter to himself.

Isn't this too important to yourself?

She whispered: "Brother, Yi Lian dare not decide on such a matter."

"Um???"

Qin Hao glanced at Ye Xiu at the side, and suddenly remembered that neither of them had participated in a similar competition in Supreme Sword Sect before.

"Then how did you decide?"

Yilian explained: "In the past, in other peaks, everyone decided through martial arts."

"Oh."

Qin Hao replied lazily: "It's so boring to fight and kill, and it's too easy to destroy the relationship between everyone."

"In this way, you call the junior sisters together at night, and then the big guys draw lots to decide."

"what???"

Yilian never imagined that the young master would choose to draw lots to decide such an important matter.

Ye Xiu: "..."

This is in line with the son's style.

"That's it, I'm going to make wine."

After Qin Hao finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving behind Elaine who didn't know how to explain to the sisters.

...

Time flies.

Seven days later.

The first batch of spirit ale brewed by Qin Hao finally came out.

He decided to hold a wine tasting.

It is better to be happy alone than to be happy together.

For eating, drinking and having fun, laying dead fish with salted fish, Qin Hao is a professional.

On the day the wine was brewed, he had already asked the people below to prepare for the wine tasting.

Just when all the maids were preparing intensively.

A familiar voice came from outside: "Master, I'm out of customs!"

Hearing this voice, Qin Hao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked towards the gate of the courtyard.

I saw Gan Zhenduo, who was like the stars holding the moon, walked in surrounded by a group of Outer Sect disciples.

After realizing the Tao again, Gan Zhenduo lost a little bit of playfulness and uninhibitedness in his whole body.

There is a Great Master's prestige in every gesture.

He joked with a smile: "Your boy smelled alcohol, didn't you?"

"hey-hey."

Gan Zhenduo chuckled: "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from Master, but I'm not the only one who smells of wine."

The voice just fell.

Zhao Zhixun also walked in with someone.

His walking speed was not fast, but every step he took gave people a sense of aloofness, and there was a sense of majesty emanating from the inside out between his brows.

All the juniors following him subconsciously kept a distance from him.

"Zhixun, meet Master Uncle."

His every move is gentle and gentle, and his tone exudes a sense of elegance.

If it is placed in the human world, it will be like a refined emperor.

"good."

Qin Hao nodded in satisfaction, this kid got some of his true biography.

Zhao Zhixun: "Thank you uncle for your compliment."

Seeing that he seemed to be a different person, Gan Zhenduo felt very uncomfortable.

"Daxun, the two of us have already broken through, or we can do two tricks here, so that Master can give us some advice."

Qin Hao didn't speak, just looked at the two quietly.

One, even if you do something, I will never stop you.

If it was before, Zhao Zhixun would definitely be irritated by Gan Zhenduo's words.

But today he was extraordinarily calm, looking at the other party with a bit of indifference.

Just being glanced at by him like this made Gan Zhenduo very upset.

Daxun, why are you still pretending?

Gan Zhenduo said angrily: "If you want to fight, let me know."

Zhao Zhixun still had the same expression: "Since you sincerely ask for advice, then I will give you a chance."

Seeing this, Qin Hao nodded slightly, this kid felt a little bit like that, not bad, not bad.

Fuck!

Gan Zhenduo had the urge to jump up and hit someone.

He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Okay, I want to see what you have learned from Closed Door Training this time to make you so bloated."

Zhao Zhixun took a small step forward, just such a small step, but exuded a coercion of dominating the world.

The followers of the two subconsciously retreated for dozens of steps, leaving only Gan Zhenduo to stay in place and face Zhao Zhixun directly.

It's not that the two of them have never fought against each other before, but this time, everyone can clearly feel that these two people are stronger.

There was anticipation in everyone's eyes, wanting to see how strong their senior brother is after he leaves the customs?

"interesting."

Faced with Zhao Zhixun's coercion, Gan Zhenduo not only did not retreat, but a look of excitement appeared on his face.

"I want to see how strong your kingly way is!"

While speaking, Gan Zhenduo took out a sword from the storage ring.

He slowly pulled out the sword in his hand, and the aura on his body radiated accordingly.

The prestige of the Great Master and the prestige of the emperor formed two huge auras, which made people dare not approach easily.

The two haven't started yet, and the contest has already begun.

Zhao Zhixun didn't talk too much nonsense, and a serious look flashed in his indifferent eyes.

Clang!

Accompanied by the sound of the sword, the sharp sword in Zhao Zhixun's hand was already out of its sheath.

But none of them had any intention of making a move.

The two confronted each other with swords in hand, allowing the aura on their bodies to continue to rise.

Seeing that the two were so serious, Qin Hao was not in a hurry, and even asked the little maid to bring him a cup of tea and melon seeds.

That leisurely and contented expression is like a melon-eating crowd.

call……

A gust of wind suddenly blew by.

The wind is not strong.

But it blew the hearts of the two people in the courtyard.

Clang!

Clang!

Accompanied by two sword sounds.

While Gan Zhenduo and Zhao Zhixun were attacking, a vision appeared in the front yard...