The little apprentice sister is extremely talented, but she is not virtuous.

Chapter 181: To cultivate immortality, one must also cultivate with backbone

Yufengfan, this is the boat Chi Yu and Young Master Zhao took when they went to Barbarian Territory last time.

I have to praise Xiao Zhao here. He is a sensible person. He directly put it in his space ring and sent it off.

As Chi Yu injected spiritual power into it, the originally small sailboat turned into a giant sail over ten feet long in an instant at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chi Yu jumped up first and called out to everyone, "Come up, I'll show you around today."

Looking at the huge monster in front of him and then at the tattered flying sword under his feet, Zhai Lei suddenly felt ashamed.

It’s worth throwing away when comparing goods, but it’s worth comparing people to people.

I knew she had made a fortune, but I didn't expect she would be this wealthy!

It's so fat!

You have to know that this Yufeng Sail is a top-grade flying magic weapon worth tens of millions of spirit stones! It is more valuable than the sect's flying boat, and she actually has such a boat without making any noise!

"Hey, do you want to leave or not? If not, just fly on your own sword." Chi Yu's voice came from above his head.

"Ah, here it comes!" Zhai Lei echoed repeatedly, quickly put away the tattered flying sword and jumped onto the huge sail.

As he stroked the hull, he sighed: "I never thought that I, Zhai, would be able to ride on a wind-protecting sailboat one day!"

Then he looked at Chi Yu with a complicated expression: "Xiao Chi, tell me the truth. How many evil things have you done during the days when I was away? Did you rob people?"

"Stop slandering my reputation here! I earned all this through hard work."

Chi Yu didn't bother to pay attention to the jealous guy, and shouted, "Get up!"

The wind-control sail slowly rose into the air.

With the speed of the Yufeng sail, it would not take long to reach the Tianshan Snow Region, but Chi Yu did not do so.

She chose to move forward slowly. After all, this thing was taken out to show off.

"Oh, in this situation, it would be great if there was a speaker!" Chi Yu sighed as he stood at the bow of the boat.

At this moment, how she wished she could carry a speaker and play the BGM when Gang Leader Qiao makes his entrance. It must be super cool!

Although he didn't know what sound was, since it was related to sound, Fifth Senior Brother Su Wu decisively brought out the erhu: "Want to play a song?"

"Do it!"

*

At this time, Ye Chen was leading a group of disciples of the Nishen Sect and flying on swords.

The flying sword under his feet was named Yanyu, and it was brought back from outside the domain by the old Dragon King through his connections.

It is said that this is the painstaking work of a weapon-refining master from outside the domain. Not only is it beautiful and classy in appearance, but when flying the sword, it emits golden light and makes pleasant rhythmic sounds.

It’s so cool!

"Wow~! Senior Brother Chen's flying sword is so cool! I guess it cost a lot of spirit stones, right?"

"As the saying goes, a good horse deserves a good saddle. Senior Brother Chen is a child of destiny. Naturally, only he is worthy of such a top-grade flying sword!"

"Ah! That's right. People like us with ordinary talents are only worthy of using such rubbish!"

Listening to the flattering words of his fellow disciples, Ye Chen's mouth almost twisted to the sky!

As the chosen one of God, his treatment is naturally different from that of ordinary people like them.

He waved his hand and said calmly: "It's just a flying sword, don't make such a fuss."

"If you perform well this time, I can ask Master to give you one each, but the quality may be a little lower..."

Ye Chen was just painting a big picture for his brothers when he suddenly heard a high-pitched, piercing, and tragic sound of an erhu behind him, which made people's hair stand on end.

Why does this voice sound familiar?

Ye Chen frowned and turned his head to look, only to see a huge, uniquely shaped sailboat rushing towards his team.

And the woman standing at the bow in red with long flowing hair is none other than that slut Chi Yu!

Looking at the opponent's huge sail and then at the flying sword under his feet, Ye Chen suddenly had an urge to break the flying sword!

Damn, the gap is too big!

The giant sail made a beautiful and graceful tailspin and stood steadily in front of the Nishen Sect's team.

Chi Yu's eyebrows curved, and she waved her hands towards Ye Chen, "Hey! Isn't this the genius Ye? Where are you going? Do you need me to give you a ride?"

You damn bitch, you're showing off to me!

Ye Chen’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He bit his pale lips and did not answer.

He knew that when it came to talking skills, ten of his own put together would not be a match for this slave, so why bother to humiliate himself?

A disciple of the Nishen Sect who was unaware of the feud between the two interrupted and said, "Senior Brother Chen, you are very familiar with her? Otherwise, let's take a ride on her!"

"Yes!" Another person also nodded in agreement, with an envious look on his face, "This sail is so magnificent! So cool! In comparison, our flying sword is just a piece of silk. If I could ride it for once..."

"What are you sitting on?" Ye Chen couldn't stand it anymore and immediately scolded him, "What's so good about sitting on a nouveau riche's broken boat? Isn't flying a sword more attractive?"

"What did the master teach you every day? Extravagance will confuse people's minds, and only those who practice in poverty can achieve success! When we practice to become immortals, we must also practice with integrity! The filthy smell of money will only corrode your soul!"

The man was stunned by his scolding, lowered his head and muttered softly: "Why do I feel that you are making excuses for poverty..."

"What did you say!?"

A cold light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. The man was so scared that he trembled all over. He quickly covered his mouth and dared not say a word.

But in my heart, I secretly guessed that Senior Brother Chen must be jealous of others!

"Great genius Ye, are you sure you don't want to come together?" Chi Yu sat on the edge of the boat, his calves swinging as if he was rowing.

Ye Chen resisted the urge to rush over and break her legs. He gritted his teeth and said, "No, don't block the way! If you delay me, I will never forgive you!"

"Alas, it's really like a dog biting Lu Dongbin, not knowing the kindness of a good person..." Chi Yu shook her head and waved her little hand, "Let's go!"

"Swoosh~" the huge sail suddenly accelerated and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Damn bitch!

Wait for me!

Ye Chen clenched his fists and crackled. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let's follow!"

“You have to be able to keep up with them! They’re so fast…” someone muttered.

"Then don't go! Just rot here!" Ye Chen was very angry. He flicked his sleeves, angrily increased the speed of his flying sword to the fastest, and disappeared in front of them.

*

At this time, tens of thousands of monks had gathered on the outskirts of the Tianshan Snow Region.

As the disciples of the major sects entered the venue, the atmosphere gradually became lively:

"Look! That's my idol, Mo Han, the Saint of the Illusion Sword Sect! The record holder for winning the Sword Arena three times in a row, his look is so cool!"

"Ahhh~ Goddess Ruyan smiled at me! I... I'm so happy!"

"Who is it? You're spitting all over my face. It stinks! Do you have any sense of public morality?"

"Peanuts, melon seeds, peach blossom wine... Come, fellow Taoist, move aside..."

All the major sects arrived one after another, but as the time was almost up, no one from the Yunxi Sect came.

The people from the Yunxi Sect who were sitting in prominent positions in the stands couldn't help but frown.

Sect Master Yue Wuhen lowered his voice and said to Saint Bai Lian, "Junior Sister, are these little bastards asleep?"