My Debauched Devotion

The morning breeze on Jianping today is stronger than before.

The blue and yellow flags, the straight swords and bamboos, and the strips of clothing... are all rustled by the strong wind, giving people a sense of tension that the mountain and rain are about to come.

Xiao Ran's words were like throwing a stone into water, causing ripples in the hearts of all the disciples, and the ripples spread rapidly, turning into turbulent waves in an instant.

Among the sparse crowd, some inner disciples whose hands were itchy and eager to move, looked and examined the young master on the square platform again.

Could it be that the elder holding the sword really picked a genius with a unique physique?

No one dared to move.

But someone spoke up.

A middle-aged disciple with an old-fashioned temperament, bowed slightly to Xiao Ran, and tentatively said respectfully:

"I heard that Uncle Xiao is good at life skills such as construction and farming, so today's comparison should not be—"

Xiao Ran shook his head with his hands behind his back, and directly interrupted this person's words.

"I don't have that much free time, today I'm only competing for combat talent."

The man was taken aback, thought for a while, and then pretended to be embarrassed and asked:

"But master, you..."

"Two ways of fighting."

Xiao Ran only stretched out two fingers.

"The first plan is to limit the cultivation level and fight with the strength of ordinary people. It only compares with physical skills or swordsmanship, and the spiritual weapons used are also limited to ordinary grades."

"The second plan, there is no limit to cultivation, no limit to spiritual weapons, no difference, no rules to fight, as long as it doesn't hurt your life, you can fight whatever you want."

There was no sound on Jianping.

Only the wind is blowing.

Before everyone had time to think about it, Xiao Ran said again:

"I'll wait here for an hour. If there's no one to fight, don't make this kind of boring arena again in the future."

The wind rustled rustlingly.

Human language, loud and clear!

The few disciples who came to watch the battle immediately dispersed and spread Xiao Ran's words to every mountain and every corner of the inner sect.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

The Eighteen Mountains of the inner gate exploded in an instant.

"Boring arena? Are you sure that's what the direct disciple said?"

"The two options are for the challenger to choose? I thought that the direct disciples should limit their cultivation to only compete in kendo and physical skills!"

"Why are mere mortals so arrogant? Could it be that he hides his strength..."

"Or is it that the elder holding the sword has hidden in the dark and will secretly assist him?"

"How is it possible - I just heard from my uncle Bo Yunzi (author's note: Ji Yunzi was changed to Bo Yunzi because of the same name as the character in the old book) that the elder holding the sword has something to go out, and he will not be back until three days after leaving the sect!"

"Deliberately create an alibi, and secretly stuff a secret spiritual weapon into the direct disciple, and fight casually by leapfrogging!"

"I can't rule out this possibility, but I still feel that Uncle Xiao is hiding his strength. You didn't see his demeanor just now. Where is the bearing that a mortal should have?"

"Will it be bluffing, deliberately giving two options, or elevating oneself, or implying that you have a sharp weapon, so as to force the challenger to choose the first option."

"What you said is also reasonable. In short, we can only wait and see, and don't act rashly. Senior Sister Jiang and Junior Brother Ye are definitely more anxious than us. What's more, there is the touchstone of Uncle Chen. Whether it is a mule or a horse, it will show its true shape immediately."

"No matter what... there is a good show to watch today!"

Similar discussions are going on in every mountain peak.

...

Xiaoyu Peak.

The female cultivators had just learned that Jiang Chuyan was going to join the Sword-holding Peak and become the grandson of the elder Sword-holding elder. Before they had time to cheer and hold a farewell party, they heard even more explosive news.

Chuyan's immediate master, Xiao Ran, the mortal disciple of Sword-holding Peak, came to Jianping just after the first day of the disciple challenge.

"What a domineering man, is he hiding his strength?"

"It's no wonder that even the senior sister bows her head and praises her disciple!"

"Hurry up and call Senior Sister!"

"Where's the elder sister? Just now I was packing things..."

"Elder Sister has gone to the main peak to complete the transfer procedures.

"

"It just happens to be on the main peak? Let's go and have a look!"

"Let's go!"

...

Baicao Peak.

There were rustlings in the medicine field, like snakes moving.

The spring frog and the autumn cicada are shuttling among the medicinal plants, burying their heads in catching insects...and weeding, without knowing anything about what happened on the main peak.

The two of them held the iron bull in one hand and the nine-star ladybug in the other until they bumped into a pair of slender, straight, soft and warm calves head-on.

Looking up, it was Master Yinyue.

"Your senior brother Xiao Ran is currently accepting the challenge from his disciples on the main peak Jianping, do you two want to go over and cheer him on?"

The two girls scratched their heads, picked up the hairpin that fell into the grass, put it on again, and said casually:

"What is... our Senior Brother Xiao Ran?"

"Master, if you want to see people, just go directly, and there is no rule that elders can't see, we still have to weed!"

"Besides, Master, no matter how you look at it, he is also a disciple of someone else's family."

"If you want me to say, it's better to treat your own disciples better than greedy others' disciples. Can't you prepare more candied haws in the imperial city?"

Master Yinyue's face darkened for a while, and he said sharply:

"Kill all the weeds on the whole mountain today, when will we finish weeding, and when will we eat."

The two girls stood up slowly, with their two small heads slightly higher than the medicine field. A frog-shaped hairpin and a cicada-shaped hairpin stood out in the medicine field, like living creatures.

"Let's go and cheer for Senior Brother Xiao Ran!"

...

Cast Sword Peak.

In a cryptite cave.

Gao Shi wears a blinding ring on his head, and sharpens his sword on several black spar stones of different textures, making sure that the blade is sharp, tough and fine at the same time.

This is an extremely complicated process.

The high teacher didn't hear anything out of the window, and just repeated the same action infinitely, looking very rigid and extremely professional.

But he didn't know where his mind was going, and his secretly amplified consciousness was searching the surrounding mountain peaks.

"Master, Junior Brother Xiao Ran, whom you care about, unexpectedly appeared in Jianping, the main peak, and is waiting for his disciple's challenge."

"What does it have to do with you?"

From the dome of the cave, came an indifferent and dry old voice.

The ink box real person is in another cave mansion, repairing the large array of transporting and protecting the mountain.

This is the task of guarding the mountain jointly undertaken by Bo Yunzi, Huangfuqun and Moxi real person after the head of the sect, Mianxiu.

"Didn't you want Junior Brother Xiao Ran to come to Jianfeng Peak as a guest? If disciple Xiao Ran is seriously injured in the ring, I don't know how long it will take to cultivate before he can come to Jianfeng Peak."

"Nothing to do with you."

"The elder holding the sword went out this morning, and it is not Senior Brother Chen who is in charge of this disciple's challenge, but Senior Brother Luo Sheng. This disciple feels that it is very necessary to cheer for Junior Brother Xiao Ran to avoid being bullied by villains."

"Luo Sheng is not the kind of person you think. He is also a person who is challenged by his disciples. If Xiao Ran can't even pass the challenge of his disciples, he has no ability to forge a sword peak."

"Disciple thinks that Junior Brother Xiao Ran dared to come so early, maybe hiding his incredible strength. Isn't Master not interested at all?"

"I'm naturally interested in being a teacher, but what does it have to do with you?"

"..."

...

main peak.

The wind on Jianping is getting stronger and stronger.

A quarter of an hour after Xiao Ran's appearance, thousands of inner sect disciples had gathered on the Jianping, all of them were heads.

It's as grand as a concert, but it's not lively. Instead, there is a kind of sadness of "the setting sun shines on the banner, and the wind blows like horses".

Xiao Ran glanced at the scattered jade slips on the ground, then swept the crowd.

It was certain that all the disciples who submitted the challenge jade slips were among them except Chuyan, but they couldn't tell who was who, and even Emperor Ye Fan couldn't find it.

In addition to the inner disciples, there were also many inner disciples who came to watch the battle, as well as important figures from Zongzhi Mountain's sub-zong.

Even Lin Yunzi came, but due to his humble status, he didn't dare to say hello in public, and only nodded and bowed to him in the crowd.

The crowd occupied the blind spots of all viewing angles in all directions, and the blackness was like a forest full of soldiers, but there was no one to hear, only the sound of hunting and hunting could be heard.

This made Xiao Ran unavoidably nervous. He closed his eyes and listened to everything, and resonated with the world, so that he stabilized his mind and maintained his proud personality.

suddenly! I feel a little heavy on my shoulders.

He opened his eyes suddenly and turned around to see——

Spring Frog and Qiu Cicada sat on his shoulders without knowing when.

One on the left and one on the right, with their buttocks half-sitting and half-hanging.

Two fleshy little hands stroked the back of Xiao Ran's head like elders, four chubby legs swung back and forth, soft heels beat Xiao Ran's chest rhythmically.

The tense arena suddenly became funny.

The setting sun illuminated the banner, and Ma Mingfeng was in a bad mood...

The aloof character that Xiao Ran had just tried to erect was instantly crushed by the four chubby legs that were thrown back and forth, and there was even an itchy massage effect.

"What are you doing!"