The boss is dressed as cannon fodder

Lin Yuyue and Jiang Xinyue were standing in front of a competition stage, watching the competition of other disciples with great interest.

"Two senior sisters, it seems that Senior Uncle Jiang and Senior Uncle Yun are quarreling?" Fang Min'er reminded in a low voice.

"Eh?" Both senior sisters were stunned for a moment.

Jiang Xinyue raised her head and looked towards the high platform. When she saw Yun Nongying clearly, she was instantly furious: "How unreasonable! Her peacock apprentice bullied the senior brother, and now she's bullying my father again!"

Fang Min'er can sense the good and evil of people, and Yun Nongying doesn't give her a very good feeling. Although her whole body is not black, her aura is gray.

Unlike the senior brothers and sisters of Jianfeng, this person's aura makes people feel comfortable.

She instinctively disliked Yun Nongying and reminded them in a low voice, "Anyway, please tell Master Jiang to be careful. Master Yun doesn't feel particularly good..."

Lin Yuyue was very angry and said with a delicate face: "Master is so good, it must be her fault! Junior sister, who is her apprentice?" I can't beat you, but I can beat your apprentice to vent my anger!

Jiang Xinyue pointed to a young man on a certain stage, whose whole body was covered with magic weapons, like a magic tree, "That's Feng Cong! Master Yun has many disciples, but she has a problem with her character. The other disciples are useless, and only Feng Cong is a treasure.”

Lin Yuyue looked at it and commented: "Like a peacock who loves to show off." She remembered that the three brothers and sisters always encountered robbers in the early stages of their training, wasn't it because they didn't know how to restrain themselves.

It's just that they didn't show off unintentionally at that time, but Feng Cong did it on purpose.

"When he goes out of the sect, isn't he afraid of encountering robbers?" Lin Yuyue asked incredulously.

Jiang Xinyue's face was full of contempt, "I heard that every time he goes out to practice, he is surrounded by high-level monks to protect him."

Fang Min'er and Lin Yuyue were speechless with black lines on their faces. Is this called experience?

"I really want to beat him!" Lin Yuyue clenched her fists.

"Me too." Jiang Xinyue agreed, "I really hope my luck in drawing lots will be better."

On the high platform, after the mediation of Sect Leader Ming, the two finally calmed down a bit.

But the lawsuit never stopped, and the elders couldn't help but eat melon seeds.

There are competitions under the stage and arguments on stage. Jiang He is right. How can we not eat melon seeds while watching the excitement? It would be better to have some fruit snacks and tea.

At this time, he heard Jiang He say: "Oh, it's my daughter's turn! A certain peacock master, take a closer look. This is what monks should look like during a competition. It doesn't mean just throwing a bunch of magic weapons at them." Yun Nong Ying Yin had a sullen face and a strange tone on his face, "It's very fresh and refined. That's what poor casual cultivators say."

"When you meet a powerful monk, it's useless no matter how many magic weapons you have on your body." Jiang He spat out melon seeds, soaking them with water. Lin Yuyue and Jiang Xinyue were standing there. In front of a competition stage, he watched the competition of other disciples with great interest.

"Two senior sisters, it seems that Senior Uncle Jiang and Senior Uncle Yun are quarreling?" Fang Min'er reminded in a low voice.

"Eh?" Both senior sisters were stunned for a moment.

Jiang Xinyue raised her head and looked towards the high platform. When she saw Yun Nongying clearly, she was instantly furious: "How unreasonable! Her peacock apprentice bullied the senior brother, and now she's bullying my father again!"

Fang Min'er can sense the good and evil of people, and Yun Nongying doesn't give her a very good feeling. Although her whole body is not black, her aura is gray.

Unlike the senior brothers and sisters of Jianfeng, this person's aura makes people feel comfortable.

She instinctively disliked Yun Nongying and reminded them in a low voice, "Anyway, please tell Master Jiang to be careful. Master Yun doesn't feel particularly good..."

Lin Yuyue was very angry and said with a delicate face: "Master is so good, it must be her fault! Junior sister, who is her apprentice?" I can't beat you, but I can beat your apprentice to vent my anger!

Jiang Xinyue pointed to a young man on a certain stage, whose whole body was covered with magic weapons, like a magic tree, "That's Feng Cong! Master Yun has many disciples, but she has a problem with her character. The other disciples are useless, and only Feng Cong is a treasure.”

Lin Yuyue looked at it and commented: "Like a peacock who loves to show off." She remembered that the three brothers and sisters always encountered robbers in the early stages of their training, wasn't it because they didn't know how to restrain themselves.

It's just that they didn't show off unintentionally at that time, but Feng Cong did it on purpose.

"When he goes out of the sect, isn't he afraid of encountering robbers?" Lin Yuyue asked incredulously.

Jiang Xinyue's face was full of contempt, "I heard that every time he goes out to practice, he is surrounded by high-level monks to protect him."

Fang Min'er and Lin Yuyue were speechless with black lines on their faces. Is this called experience?

"I really want to beat him!" Lin Yuyue clenched her fists.

"Me too." Jiang Xinyue agreed, "I really hope my luck in drawing lots will be better."

On the high platform, after the mediation of Sect Leader Ming, the two finally calmed down a bit.

But the lawsuit never stopped, and the elders couldn't help but eat melon seeds.

There are competitions under the stage and arguments on stage. Jiang He is right. How can we not eat melon seeds while watching the excitement? It would be better to have some fruit snacks and tea.

At this time, he heard Jiang He say: "Oh, it's my daughter's turn! A certain peacock master, take a closer look. This is what monks should look like during a competition. It doesn't mean just throwing a bunch of magic weapons at them." Yun Nong Ying Yin had a sullen face and a strange tone on his face, "It's very fresh and refined. That's what poor casual cultivators say."

"When you meet a powerful monk, it's useless no matter how many magic weapons you wear all over your body." Jiang He spit out melon seeds.

The sword in the hand cuts off.

This is simply a slap in the face. Yun Nongying's face instantly turned red.

"I'm sorry, senior brother!" Jiang Xinyue apologized quickly, "I shouldn't have used this sword." She only wanted to make her father look good, forgetting that her sword was of the fairy sword level, which was indeed unfair to her opponent.

The male cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building smiled bitterly, "The competition is fair, there is nothing wrong with your sword."

Jiang Xinyue thought for a while and said, "If you don't mind, my senior brother will repair the sword, and I will ask him to give you a 50% discount?"

On the high platform, Jiang He looked smug: "You don't like the fairy sword? I don't know what sword your apprentice uses? The magic sword?"

Yun Nongying's face was burning badly. Feng Cong was covered with magic weapons, but the value of all the magic weapons added up was not even a fraction of a fairy sword.

She could only find fault with other things, "What kind of taste is this? A good sword is forged like a toy."

Jiang He snorted coldly, and said in a noble and cold manner: "I am happy, I am happy, what do you care!"

Feng Shixue immediately complimented: "Although Uncle Jiang's aesthetics are weird, he is indeed talented in forging. The sword spirits in the swords do not need to be awakened, they are all mature sword spirits."

Jiang He's mouth twitched, "Shixue, the previous sentence can be omitted." His aesthetics is very good, there is no problem at all!

Seeing the two apprentices win a great victory, Jiang He was in a good mood.

He looked at the sky and said: "Oh, it's so late, I have to go back and make a delicious meal to reward the two children."

He patted his butt and left, doing his own thing.

Yun Nongying was in a bad mood because she couldn't win the argument. She exploded when she heard this, "Eat, eat, eat, eat shit! Don't you worry about garbage blocking your meridians?"

A gluttonous elder next to her touched his belly and said, "Spiritual meat and spiritual rice won't have too many impurities, even less than elixirs. The fun of eating is not to fill your stomach but to enjoy it."

Yun Nongying attacked indiscriminately and sprayed wildly, "If you don't have a clear mind and few desires, can you still call it cultivation?"

The gluttonous elder looked at her meaningfully, "Those who have a clear mind and few desires will not be good at talking." In his opinion, Yun Nongying's desires are insatiable, he likes face, he loves vanity, and he doesn't know how he cultivated to the stage of transformation.

In Xiushui Peak, the master and apprentices are in harmony.

After Lin Yuyue and Jiang Xinyue put down their bowls and chopsticks, they rushed to the refining room and dragged Wang Sansi out.

"Big Brother, if one more person signs up, there will be more chances to fight Feng Cong!"

Wang Sansi is a broad-minded person. He has long forgotten the bullying by Feng Cong. He touched his head and said, "It's not a deep hatred. Let's forget about it."

"No!" Lin Yuyue was very determined. "That woman Yun Nongying is bullying the master on the stage. We, as disciples, must give the master face!"

,桡傛灉獐孭gui扉牀红抇燇甛岃峰匌m. 铡熺珯鐪嬩公銆 The sword in her hand was cut off.

This was simply a slap in the face. Yun Nongying's face was instantly blue and red.

"Brother, I'm sorry!" Jiang Xinyue apologized quickly, "I shouldn't have used this sword." She only wanted to give her father face, forgetting that her sword was of the fairy sword level, which was really unfair to her opponent.

The male cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building smiled bitterly, "The competition is fair, there is nothing wrong with your sword."

Jiang Xinyue thought for a while and said, "If you don't mind, my senior brother can repair the sword, I will ask him to give you a 50% discount?"

On the high platform, Jiang He looked smug: "You don't like the immortal sword? I don't know what sword your apprentice uses? The magic sword?"

Yun Nongying's face was burning. Feng Cong was covered with magic weapons, but the value of all the magic weapons added up was not even a fraction of a fairy sword.

She could only find fault with other things, "What kind of taste is this? A good fairy sword is forged like a toy."

Jiang He snorted coldly and said in a noble and cold manner: "I am happy, I am happy, what do you care!"

Feng Sixue immediately complimented: "Although Uncle Jiang's aesthetics are weird, he is indeed talented in forging. The sword spirits in the fairy swords do not need to be awakened, they are all mature sword spirits."

Jiang He's mouth twitched, "Xue, the previous sentence can be omitted." His aesthetics are very good, there is no problem at all!

Seeing his two disciples win, Jiang He was in a good mood.

He looked at the sky and said, "Oh, it's so late, I'm going to go back and make a delicious meal to reward the two children."

He patted his butt and left, doing his own thing.

Because he couldn't win the argument, Yun Nongying was in a bad mood at the moment, and he exploded when he heard this, "Eat, eat, eat, eat shit! Don't you worry about garbage blocking the meridians."

An elder who loves to eat beside him touched his belly, "Spiritual meat and spiritual rice won't have too many impurities, even less than elixirs. The fun of eating is not to fill your stomach but to enjoy it."

Yun Nongying attacked indiscriminately and sprayed wildly: "If you don't have a clear mind and few desires, can you still call it cultivation?"

The elder who loves to eat looked at her meaningfully, "Those who have a clear mind and few desires will not show off their tongues." In his opinion, Yun Nongying's desires are insatiable, he likes face, and he loves vanity. I don't know how he cultivated to the stage of transformation.

In Xiushui Peak, the master and his disciples are in harmony.

After Lin Yuyue and Jiang Xinyue put down their bowls and chopsticks, they rushed to the weapon refining room and dragged Wang Sansi out.

"Big Brother, if one more person signs up, there will be more chances to fight Feng Cong!"

Wang Sansi was a broad-minded person, and had long forgotten the bullying by Feng Cong. He rubbed his head and said, "It's not a deep hatred, let's forget about it."

"No!" Lin Yuyue was very determined, "Yun Nongying that bitch is bullying the master on the stage, and we, as disciples, must give the master a face!"

Ran also participated in the competition, but still failed to draw Feng Cong, which made the two junior sisters very depressed.

"Maybe Feng Cong will be defeated before it's our turn and withdraw from the competition."

"He is Master Yun's chief disciple after all. He won't be defeated so easily, right? We will always have a chance." Wang Sansi comforted the two junior sisters.

Jiang Xinyue prayed secretly, hoping that Feng Cong had enough magic weapons to last until he could face the three of them.

In these days of competition, the TV station's cameras have focused on a few players who performed most brilliantly.

The handsome and noble Xuanyuan Ting is naturally one of them, and there are also the disciples of Jiang He, the sons of fate in Lancang Realm.

Needless to say, the two female nuns are beautiful and cute, and their support groups appear online.

As for the most ordinary Wang Sansi, for Jiang He's sake, the TV station reluctantly gave him a few scenes.

Then - there was no more, because the TV station kept chasing him to the end.

No, to be more precise, it should be said that it was his sword that I was chasing.

A seven-color fairy sword that never repeats its curses. It is an eye-opener for everyone. It is also a sword that all viewers in front of the TV want to see.

"Oh, have you taken a shower today?" Qicai Jian said to his slovenly opponent in disgust, "I don't want to drink the smelly blood. Can you please do a cleansing technique first?"

The slovenly opponent turned red instantly and was too angry to speak.

Wang Sansi apologized reflexively: "I'm sorry, senior brother, my sword and mouth are too smelly!"

The Seven-Colored Fairy Sword jumped up in anger, and hit Wang Sansi's head hard with the sword, "Think twice, you bastard! I am so beautiful, and you still say that I have a bad mouth! It's all your fault, you always pick people who don't like to take a bath. Opponent! The monk who fell into the cesspool of monsters last time, you actually stabbed that bastard with my innocent body..."

The unkempt monk originally held grudges against Wang Sansi, but now he completely sympathized with him.

What kind of luck is this, to encounter such a deceitful sword?

When he was defeated in the end, he was not angry. He bowed his hands to Wang Sansi and said, "Junior brother, you have worked hard."

The colorful sword flashed with colorful light triumphantly, "Why bother? With a sword like this, Sansi must have saved the world of cultivation in his previous life."

Wang Sansi smiled bitterly, thanks to this bastard sword, his popularity has improved.

Everyone agreed that Wang Sansi did not care about such a sword that should be destroyed by humanity, which shows that he is a broad-minded, open-minded and considerate person, worthy of close friendship.

The audience was very curious about how foul-mouthed the sword spirit of this fairy sword was. The TV station followed suit and did not miss any of Wang Sansi's competitions. The camera was on his sword.

In the pop-up area of ​​the live broadcast, the two junior sisters also participated in the competition, but still failed to draw the wind cong, which made the two junior sisters extremely frustrated.

"Maybe Feng Cong will be defeated before it's our turn and withdraw from the competition."

"He is Master Yun's chief disciple after all. He won't be defeated so easily, right? We will always have a chance." Wang Sansi comforted the two junior sisters.

Jiang Xinyue prayed secretly, hoping that Feng Cong had enough magic weapons to last until he could face the three of them.

In these days of competition, the TV station's cameras have focused on a few players who performed most brilliantly.

The handsome and noble Xuanyuan Ting is naturally one of them, and there are also the disciples of Jiang He, the sons of fate in Lancang Realm.

Needless to say, the two female nuns are beautiful and cute, and their support groups appear online.

As for the most ordinary Wang Sansi, for Jiang He's sake, the TV station reluctantly gave him a few scenes.

Then - there was no more, because the TV station kept chasing him to the end.

No, to be more precise, it should be said that it was his sword that I was chasing.

A seven-color fairy sword that never repeats its curses. It is an eye-opener for everyone. It is also a sword that all viewers in front of the TV want to see.

"Oh, have you taken a shower today?" Qicai Jian said to his slovenly opponent in disgust, "I don't want to drink the smelly blood. Can you please do a cleansing spell first?"

The slovenly opponent turned red instantly and was too angry to speak.

Wang Sansi apologized reflexively: "I'm sorry, senior brother, my sword and mouth are too smelly!"

The Seven-Colored Fairy Sword jumped up in anger, and hit Wang Sansi's head hard with the sword, "Think twice, you bastard! I am so beautiful, and you still say that I have a bad mouth! It's all your fault, you always pick people who don't like to take a bath. Opponent! The monk who fell into the cesspool of monsters last time, you actually stabbed that bastard with my innocent body..."

The unkempt monk originally held grudges against Wang Sansi, but now he completely sympathized with him.

What kind of luck is this, to encounter such a deceitful sword?

When he was defeated in the end, he was not angry. He bowed his hands to Wang Sansi and said, "Junior brother, you have worked hard."

The colorful sword flashed with colorful light triumphantly, "Why bother? With a sword like this, Sansi must have saved the world of cultivation in his previous life."

Wang Sansi smiled bitterly, thanks to this bastard sword, his popularity has improved.

Everyone agrees that Wang Sansi did not care about a sword that should be destroyed by humanity, which shows that he is a broad-minded, open-minded and considerate person who is worthy of close friendship.

The audience was very curious about how foul-mouthed the sword spirit of this fairy sword was. The TV station followed suit and did not miss any of Wang Sansi's competitions. The camera was on his sword.

Pop-up area on live broadcast

She was ranked last, and even the young Jiang Xinyue was ranked in front of her.

Bai Xueyi lowered her head to cover up her resentful eyes. It was obvious that Jiang Xinyue was already a direct descendant of the inner sect, and she had such a powerful father. Why did she still compete for attention with these helpless outer sect disciples?

Bai Xueyi looked at Feng Sixue on the high platform infatuatedly. He was the first disciple of Jianfeng, and he was also responsible for the production, live broadcasting company, and express delivery company of mobile phones... He was handsome and rich, and he was also clean and self-respecting.

It would be great if she could join Jianfeng, maybe she could get close to Uncle Feng.

Uncle Feng has not married yet, and he does not love romance. His appearance is so outstanding, I heard that countless female cultivators in the world of cultivation regard him as the lover of their dreams...

If she can marry him, it is estimated that all the female cultivators in the world of cultivation will envy her. The most important thing is that the powerful Jianfeng will be her backing. Who will dare to show her favor then?

Bai Xueyi was not the only one who had this idea. Countless female cultivators stared at the handsome and elegant young man on the screen with excitement.

"She's rich and handsome. I wonder if it's good to have a great job?"

"I just wish for a spring breeze!"

"..."

The male cultivators were indignant: "Damn it, Jianfeng has stolen all the limelight."

Xuanyuan Ting doesn't care about being robbed of the limelight. For the monks, strength is the most important thing.

He made the right decision. He tried his best in every competition. He could feel the eyes of the Yuntian Sect elders on the high platform staying on him for a long time.

His ability to observe words and expressions is extremely powerful. Even if those glances are very secretive, he can still feel them.

So he fights harder. If he can be favored by a high-level monk, such as the Transformation God, it will be pie in the sky.

"Of course I know that strength is important. The problem is that we don't have the strength now!"

Bai Xueyi was impatient to listen to his rationale. Perhaps when she was young and naive, she also liked this good-looking and hard-working young man, but she liked being vulnerable in the face of strength and resources!

Bai Xueyi licked her lips. Every time she thought of Uncle Feng falling in love with her, all the female cultivators would look at her with envy and jealousy... This is the life Bai Xueyi should have!

Jiang He on the high platform looked thoughtfully at the man and woman whispering in the corner. Isn't intercession stronger than stone? The two of them fell apart before he, the villain, even took action?

In the original text, Bai Xueyi was a cold, arrogant goddess who was dedicated to spiritual practice, but now she looks like a brothel girl who longs for the favor of her benefactor...

Looking at the original male protagonist again, he is cautious, constrained and cautious, without the high-spiritedness in the original text, and there is no trace of Long Aotian's charm.

Gee, this plot is like a wild dog with anal prolapse! The so-called male protagonist is just a result of the current situation, otherwise, 濡悛灉獐卭gui扉绀红抇燇甛岃峰匌m. 铡熺珯鐪嬩grong銆

She was ranked last, and even the young Jiang Xinyue was ranked in front of her.

Bai Xueyi lowered her head to cover up her resentful eyes. It was obvious that Jiang Xinyue was already a direct descendant of the inner sect, and she had such a powerful father. Why did she still compete for attention with these helpless outer sect disciples?

Bai Xueyi looked at Feng Sixue on the high platform infatuatedly. He was the first disciple of Jianfeng, and he was also responsible for the production, live broadcasting company, and express delivery company of mobile phones... He was handsome and rich, and he was also clean and self-respecting.

It would be great if she could join Jianfeng, maybe she could get close to Uncle Feng.

Uncle Feng has not married yet, nor does he love romantic affairs. His appearance is so outstanding, I heard that countless female cultivators in the world of cultivation regard him as the lover of their dreams...

If she can marry him, it is estimated that all the female cultivators in the world of cultivation will envy her. The most important thing is that the powerful Jianfeng will be her backing. Who will dare to show her favor then?

Bai Xueyi was not the only one who had this idea. Countless female cultivators stared at the handsome and elegant young man on the screen with excitement.

"She's rich and handsome. I wonder if she has a lot of money and a good job?"

"I just wish for a spring breeze!"

"..."

The male cultivators were indignant: "Damn it, Jianfeng has stolen all the limelight."

Xuanyuan Ting doesn't care about being robbed of the limelight. For the monks, strength is the most important thing.

He made the right decision. He tried his best in every competition. He could feel the eyes of the Yuntian Sect elders on the high platform staying on him for a long time.

His ability to observe words and expressions is extremely powerful. Even if those glances are very secretive, he can still feel them.

So he fights harder. If he can be favored by a high-level monk, such as the Transformation God, it will be pie in the sky.

"Of course I know that strength is important. The problem is that we don't have the strength now!"

Bai Xueyi was impatient to listen to his rationale. Perhaps when she was young and ignorant, she also liked this good-looking and hard-working young man, but she liked being vulnerable in the face of strength and resources!

Bai Xueyi licked her lips. Every time she thought of Uncle Feng falling in love with her, all the female cultivators would look at her with envy and hatred... This is the life Bai Xueyi should have!

Jiang He on the high platform looked thoughtfully at the man and woman whispering in the corner. Isn't intercession stronger than stone? The two of them fell apart before he, the villain, even took action?

In the original text, Bai Xueyi was a cold, arrogant goddess who was dedicated to spiritual practice, but now she looks like a brothel girl who longs for the favor of her benefactor...

Looking at the original male protagonist again, he is cautious, constrained and cautious, without the high-spiritedness in the original text, and there is no trace of Long Aotian's charm.

Gee, this plot is like a wild dog with anal prolapse! The so-called male protagonist is just a result of the current situation, otherwise