"hiss--"

Luo Qingzhou ignored her and glanced at the red figure on the stage, only to be pinched hard on the waist again.

He quickly explained: "Princess, don't pinch me, I just think that woman looks familiar."

When Nangong Meijiao heard this, she couldn't help but sneered: "As long as she is a slightly pretty woman, you are familiar with her, right?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "It's not. It's just her..."

"What is she? She is Zixia Fairy, Chu Feiyang, the leader of your Lingxiao Sect. Don't tell me that you know her."

Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes, her face full of sarcasm.

Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, looked at her and said, "Princess Princess, maybe I really know you?"

Nangong Meijiao immediately sneered and said: "If you really know her, why are you still waiting here to compete on stage? Why are you afraid of the mere Jin Yiwei?"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the red figure on the high platform again, shrugged, and said no more. However, in his mind, the red figure chasing him and sweetly calling "good brother" emerged in the attic late at night.

It shouldn't be Xiaoyue, right?

Isn't Xiaoyue in the inner city?

Of course, that girl might have deceived him, or she might have been in the inner city during those days.

He thought for a moment, glanced to the side, and quietly took out the messenger document with his left hand, writing a message on it: [Xiaoyue, where are you now?]

After the message was sent, he immediately put away the treasure slip and looked at the highest stand again.

Suddenly there was another pain in my waist.

Nangong Meijiao clung to him and said fiercely: "If you look again, I'll dig out your eyes!"

Luo Qingzhou grabbed her hand, broke it off roughly, and then held it tightly in his hand, making her unable to move.

Nangong Meijiao struggled for a few times, but when she couldn't break free, she stepped on his foot and said angrily: "Rogue, let go!"

Luo Qingzhou ignored her and continued to stare at the stands.

But in the stands, the red figure surrounded by everyone was looking at the ring, listening to an old man talking, but did not lower his head and take out anything.

Luo Qingzhou waited for a long time, but the summons did not vibrate.

This time, he became even more suspicious.

Nangong Meijiao, who was holding his hand, calmed down and looked at the ring. She didn't speak or move anymore, but her foot was still on his.

"The next match will be between Zhou Boyue, a disciple of the Kyoto branch, and Jiang Yi, a disciple of the Liuzhou branch!"

As this voice sounded, Luo Qingzhoufang put away his eyes and looked towards the arena.

Zhou Boyue was dressed in a black outfit and walked onto the ring. When he saw everyone under the ring staring at him, he suddenly became a little nervous and reserved.

Another tall man named Jiang Yi also walked onto the ring with bare hands.

Suddenly a group of disciples in the audience raised their hands and shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Jiang will win! Senior Brother Jiang will win!"

Seeing this, Luo Qingzhou raised his other hand and shouted loudly: "Bo Yue, defeat him!"

Zhou Boyue heard the sound, turned to look at him, smiled, then looked at Nangong Meijiao next to him, was startled for a moment, and quickly looked away again.

Outside, he did not dare to look at other women, especially beautiful women.

I don't know if it's because of my personality or because I feel sorry for my wife.

On the ring, the two people exchanged greetings with each other, and then got into stance, ready to fight.

Zhou Boyue looked silent and honest, but in fact his boxing skills were extremely domineering and ferocious. As soon as he made a move, he would unleash a series of punches, surging towards the opposite side like an overwhelming mountain!

When the man named Jiang Yi saw this, he was delighted and prepared to defend first, slowly exhausting his vigor and internal strength, and then launch a counterattack.

Then he underestimated the power and power of Zhou Boyue's fists. A series of fists rolled down and he couldn't resist them.

Luo Qingzhou knew that Zhou Boyue usually hid his strength, so he thought that he would still retain some strength in this first match, but he didn't expect that he would attack with a violent storm, blinding his opponent.

After only a dozen moves, the man named Jiang Yi was hit in the chest by his punch, flew off the ring, and fell to the ground.

There was a burst of cheers from the audience.

Jiang Yi struggled on the ground for a while and failed to get up, so he had to admit defeat.

"In this round, for the disciples in the Kyoto branch, Zhou Boyue wins!"

After the elder made the announcement on the stage, Zhou Boyue bowed his hands to the audience and walked down, looking very distinguished.

Nangong Meijiao said in a low voice: "Chu Feiyang, your junior brother Zhou seems to be not simple. I saw it last time in the Zhou Mansion. He should still have some hidden strength."

Then he turned to look at him and said: "Like you, we are all very insidious. Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together, and people fall into groups. You two are in the same boat, working together, sharing the same odor."

Luo Qingzhou was speechless: "Princess, can you please stop slandering others behind their backs?"

Nangong Meijiao raised her eyebrows and said: "Is this princess slandering you behind your back? The person I want to slander is you, why don't you just stand in front of this princess? He is just passing by."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

"Well, Princess, can you loosen your feet?"

"Okay, please release your hands first."

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he immediately let go of his hand.

"hiss--"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go of his hand, a pain came from his waist again.

He quickly opened it again, grabbed it in the palm of his hand, turned around and said: "Princess, you are cheating."

Nangong Meijiao raised the corner of her mouth, looked at the stage, raised her chin slightly, and said with an arrogant expression: "I've just cheated on you, what can you do?"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her beautiful face bathed in the sun, paused, and said: "Princess, shall we make a bet?"

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Meijiao suddenly became vigilant and looked at him and said: "What kind of bet? Humph, you are more cunning than a fox, do you want to trick me again?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Let's bet on whether I can be selected to enter the inner gate in this competition."

Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes, thought for a moment, and snorted coldly: "I won't bet with you. Looking at your cunning look, you must be confident. You must have other hidden methods, right?"

Luo Qingzhou said sincerely: "The princess misunderstood. I just think the princess looks bored, so I just want to add some fun to the princess. In fact, I hope the princess wins."

Nangong Meijiao curled her lips: "Hey, ghosts believe you."

Luo Qingzhou said: "How about this, instead of betting on whether I can become an inner disciple, just bet on whether I can become a direct disciple?"

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Meijiao was stunned: "Personal disciple?"

Then he sneered: "Chu Feiyang, you don't know what a direct disciple is, do you? The only direct disciples are the peak masters on each peak, some highly respected elders, and the sect masters who can accept them, and they will even inherit their mantles when the time comes.

Manage various peaks and even sects. You just went up the mountain yesterday to get started, you don’t even know a few people, and you have no achievements at all. Are you daydreaming?"

Luo Qingzhou shrugged and said: "So, Princess, didn't I just say that? I just see the Princess being bored and want to make her happy. Let's bet on whether I can become a direct disciple. If I can,

I win, if not, how about the princess wins?"

Nangong Meijiao squinted her eyes, stared at him for a while, and said, "What are the chips?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "If I win, I will make a request to the princess that is not rude. If the princess wins, the princess can also make a request to me that is not rude. How about that?"

Nangong Meijiao thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

Luo Qingzhou raised his other palm and said: "Come here, high-five us as an oath. If you break the contract, there will be thunder and cracks from the sky."

Nangong Meijiao did not hesitate, immediately raised her other palm, touched him lightly, and then sneered: "Chu Feiyang, you are trying to please this princess so much, and you deliberately made a bet with me to lose to me.

Princess, do you have anything to ask of me?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "No, the reason I just said is just to make the princess happy."

Nangong Meijiao snorted coldly, with a look of disbelief on her face: "If you show your courtesy for nothing, you are either committing adultery or stealing."

Luo Qingzhou said no more, held her hand and looked at the competition on the ring.

Nangong Meijiao also realized that there was some ambiguity in what she just said. She snorted coldly and said nothing more. She glanced at the hands held by the two of them from the corner of her eye, and then peeked at his side face. Then she looked towards the stage, and there was no words in her mouth.

He hummed a song consciously.

Just as she snorted, she immediately reacted, stopped quickly, and peeked at him again. Seeing that he didn't pay attention, Fang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the stage again, her cheeks slightly red.

"boom!"

On the ring, a young man was punched by his opponent and flew off the stage, where he fainted.

All the disciples in the audience started to cheer.

Luo Qingzhou then looked away, looked to the side and said, "Princess, what song did you just hum? It was quite nice."

When Nangong Meijiao heard this, she immediately stared at him and said fiercely: "Who hummed a song? I didn't! You heard wrong!"

"oh."

Luo Qingzhou said oh, without saying anything more, and said: "If the princess likes singing, I can teach you a few songs next time, in various styles."

Nangong Meijiao's cheeks grew hot, and she glared at him and said, "No need! Stop flattering me. No matter how loudly you flatter me, you will never get me to treat you well!"

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but smile when he saw her getting angry with embarrassment, her pretty face red, her eyes glaring, and her coquettish and cute look.
To be continued...