The sun was shining brightly, and the mountain breeze was blowing.
Qingxu Peak, Qianshan, in front of the chicken coop.
"How, how did this happen?"
Qin Ming, the son of the Tai Ah Sword Sect Sect's Sect Leader, stared blankly at the old hen in the chicken coop.
His Innate Qi Catching Hand was actually ineffective against an old hen!
Do you dare to believe this?
The old hen held her head high and puffed out her chest. She was in high spirits, like a victorious general. She looked at Qin Ming with disdain.
It was as if he was saying,"Ha ~tui!" You trash!
"Senior Brother Qin, why don't we forget about it?”
Meng Qinghan winked at Qin Ming.
Upon hearing this, Qin Ming's entire body instantly quivered.
No!
I'm the son of the dignified Sword Sect Master. How can I let it go?
Don't I care about my face?
If he just let it go like this, wouldn't he be completely embarrassed in front of this junior sister?
Thinking of this, Qin Ming hurriedly squeezed out a smile on his face and said,"Junior Sister, Senior Brother just made a mistake. This time, Senior Brother will definitely capture it easily.”
Qin Ming took a deep breath and turned to look at the old hen."
"Hey, that demon, don't be so arrogant!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the true energy in Qin Ming's body surged.
The next moment!
Bang!
A fierce look flashed in Qin Ming's eyes. He took a heavy step and flew up like a cannonball, fiercely grabbing at the old hen!
He was going to be serious!
As he flew in the air, he could already imagine Meng Qinghan's face full of admiration after catching that damned hen.
At this moment, he felt very handsome.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The wind blew!
He was getting closer and closer!
Qin Ming could even feel his fingertips touching the feathers of that damned old hen.
The smile on his face grew even brighter.
"Hehehe ~~!"
At this moment, the old hen flew up and easily dodged Qin Ming's grab.
He even displayed a showy operation!
The old hen lifted her butt and loosened her chrysanthemum.
Puff!
A pile of fresh chicken manure hit Qin Ming's face.
Qin Ming landed on the ground and dazedly wiped some chicken manure on his face, waving it in front of his eyes.
In the next moment.
The atmosphere fell into a dead silence.
Qin Ming felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood rooted to the ground, and the smile on his face froze.
Until a gust of mountain wind blew past.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
" I'm going to kill you!!!!"
"Damned hen, I, Qin Ming, will never live under the same sky as you!!!”
Qin Ming's eyes bulged, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and his entire body was twitching in anger.
He was so angry that he felt cold!
She was so angry that she wanted to cry like a storm!
It was too humiliating!
With a clang, Qin Ming's face twisted as he pulled out the long sword at his waist.
"Bastard, I'll fight you to the death!!”
The old hen opposite him glanced at him with a relaxed expression.
Not only was he not afraid at all, he even wanted to lower his head and peck at the rice.
Just as Qin Ming was about to reach the brink of collapse.
"Martial Nephew Qin, why have you come to my Qingxu Peak?”
An indifferent and calm voice sounded.
As soon as this voice sounded, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on Qin Ming's head, causing his movements to freeze.
His father's warning to not be rude echoed in his mind.
Qin Ming glared at the old hen and turned around.
An extremely handsome and exquisite young man in a moon-white robe with sharp features walked over with his hands behind his back.
His hair was casually inserted with a wooden branch. His face was like jade and his skin was fair. He looked like an immortal who had descended from the heavens, making people feel that they could not catch up with him at a glance.
"Martial Uncle Chen's appearance is really top-notch in the world. It's a pity that his cultivation is too weak.”
Qin Ming shook his head in his heart.
Qin Ming bowed to Chen Xuanfeng and said respectfully,""Junior Qin Ming greets Martial Uncle Chen.”
"No need to be so polite."
Chen Xuanfeng casually raised his hand and continued,""Martial Nephew Qin suddenly came to visit, what can I do for you?”
"No, no, this junior doesn't dare to talk about giving advice.”
Qin Ming hurriedly waved his hand and immediately said seriously,
"Martial Uncle, I'm here to pass on a message on behalf of the sect master.”
"Next month will be the Great Competition of the Nine Peaks. This year's competition is a serious matter, and the top ten will participate in next year's Great Battle of the Hundred Sects!”
" The Hundred Sect War gathers all the top sects, families, and dynasties in the Eastern Barren Territory. The performance and ranking of the Tai Ah Sword Sect in the Hundred Sect War will determine our future authority in the Eastern Barren Territory and the distribution of resources!”
" Therefore, the competition of the nine peaks this time is no small matter. As one of the nine peaks of our Tai Ah Sword Sect, the sect master hopes that Qingxu Peak will also participate in the competition of the nine peaks.”
After Qin Ming finished speaking.
Chen Xuanfeng's eyes flickered as he stroked his chin.
The Great Competition of the Nine Peaks?
Hundred Sect War?
If it was before, Chen Xuanfeng would naturally not be interested in this.
At his realm, the various things in the mortal world were no longer attractive to him.
However, things were different now.
Whether it was the Great Competition of the Nine Peaks or the Hundred Sect War, they all had great luck!
If he let his disciple participate, he might even be able to receive a large amount of luck.
" Go back and tell the Sect Master that my Qingxu Peak will also participate in the Great Competition of the Nine Peaks." Chen Xuanfeng said after some thought.”
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