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Chapter 10 The Pot Comes From the Sky

Chapter 10 The pot comes from the sky

Early the next morning, the rooster had just crowed, and Ning Zhao jumped out of bed and performed a dusting trick to make himself look tidier.

She walked out and saw Chu Yu waiting at the door of his cabin early.

Looking at Chu Yu's pale face and slightly expectant eyes, Ning Zhao thought that there was really no more curls, only more curls. She thought she had gotten up early enough today.

"Junior brother." She nodded to Chu Yu as she walked forward, still took out the Frisbee from her storage bag and threw it into the air.

"I don't have any other swords, so I can only force you to stand on the Frisbee for the time being."

Chu Yu had just entered the school and had not yet learned how to fly with a sword. Ning Zhaozheng planned to teach him in the next two days.

"Nothing."

Chu Yu coughed twice and stepped onto the flying disc.

After the last experience of driving a streamer, Ning Zhao felt that he was already a mature "experienced driver" and could adjust the speed of the flying disc at will without being overtaken by a bird like before.

Ning Zhao input spiritual power into the flying disc, and with a swoosh, the flying disc floated up, and then rushed straight towards Qingya Mountain.

After half a cup of tea, the two of them landed on a training platform in Qingya Mountain.

As soon as Noila Mo saw Chu Yu, she came up to him, "Chu Yu, are you also coming to Qingya Mountain for morning classes?"

Chu Yu nodded.

"Hey, are you carrying a sword?"

"No wonder...it turns out you were carrying this sword the day you ascended to the Immortal Sect!"

Mo Yiyi came close to Chu Yu and stretched out her hand to touch the simple black sword behind him.

Her movement was stopped by Chu Yu.

"Miss Mo."

"Um?"

Mo Yiyi looked at Chu Yu in confusion, as if she didn't quite understand why Chu Yu stopped her.

Chu Yu didn't say another word. His half step back explained everything.

Noila Mo bit her lip slightly sadly and looked at Chu Yu, the corners of her eyes drooped, as if tears were about to fall in the next second.

A man wearing white clothes as an inner disciple came over and protected Noila Mo behind him, "Yiyi, don't get angry with this little bastard... don't get angry with him..."

Ning Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at him. The man in front of him had a square face, dark skin, and two eyes as big as mung beans that seemed to be in conflict. They were far apart, and there were two eyes under his flat nose.

Thin and wide lips, full of meanness.

This person seems to be called...Chen Yang? He possesses earth-level spiritual roots and is a leader among the Immortal Clan of this generation. He was accepted as an inner disciple by the third elder of the Spirit Sword Sect. Logically speaking, he should be called Senior Sister.

When Chen Yang saw Ning Zhao, the look of disdain on his face subsided a little, and he nodded slightly and said respectfully: "Senior Sister Ning."

Ning Zhao nodded to him with a cold face.

She was in the golden elixir stage and Chu Yu was in the qi refining stage, so they did not attend morning classes at the same place.

"Junior brother, I will pick you up after morning class."

Chu Yu nodded and watched Ning Zhao walk to a higher place in Qingya Mountain.

"Senior Sister Ning is gone, little bastard. I didn't expect you to be a spineless thing. You will only cower behind Senior Sister Ning."

"You don't even know what you are. If you weren't lucky enough to be accepted as a disciple by Lord Linghui and blessed by Senior Sister Ning, do you think you could live such a comfortable life?"

"Hahahahaha, it's really funny that such an ominous person like you appears in Qingya Mountain..."

Chu Yu ignored the mocking or probing looks from the surrounding group of young men dressed in inner sect disciple uniforms, walked silently to the edge of the training table, and picked up a wooden sword in a bamboo tube.

Chen Yang stepped forward and pushed Chu Yu, "Hey, little bastard, why don't you say anything?"

Noila Mo stretched out her hand to stop her, bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before putting her hand down.

Chu Yu... is indeed a little too cold. Senior Brother Chen Yang has no ill intentions, but just wants to teach him to be polite. If senior brother is cruel, she will stop him...

When Chen Yang saw that Chu Yu took out a peach wood sword and ignored him, he immediately became angry, rolled up his sleeves and pushed Chu Yu again.

"I really don't know what's good about you and how you can win the favor of Senior Sister Ning!"

"Could it be... just like your mother, with her charming skills?"

Chen Yang also just entered the immortal sect, but he was born in a wealthy family. Although he was from a side branch, he was also cultivated by many families.

He is now in the late stage of Qi refining and can be regarded as the person with the highest spiritual power among the new batch of inner disciples.

Chen Yang waved his hand, and a burst of spiritual power hit Chu Yu's wrist holding the sword. Chu Yu's hand shook, and the peach wood sword flew out.

Chu Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at Chen Yang indifferently. There was no anger on his face that Chen Yang had expected.

He silently took out another mahogany sword from the bamboo tube.

Chen Yang waved his hand, and another burst of spiritual power struck Chu Yu's wrist, and the peach wood sword also flew out.

Chu Yu's face was condensed and he glanced at the proud Chen Yang again.

"Bah, you little bastard, you still dare to stare at me!"

Chen Yang took out a knife from his storage bag and was about to step forward, but Noila Mo quickly stood up and stopped him.

"Senior Brother Chen Yang, just teach Chu Yu a lesson... but don't hurt him..."

Chen Yang wiped the knife, tilted his mouth and said to Mo Yiyi nonchalantly: "With such a small body, how can he catch one of my moves..."

He turned his head and pointed his nostrils at Chu Yu, "Chu Yu, if you have skills, compete with me. They all say that you have a heaven-level spiritual root and a genius, but I don't believe it! You have such a bloodline

How can a messy bastard deserve to be called a genius?"

"I want to give it a try and see what a genius like you is capable of!"

Chen Yang shouted loudly and flew forward with the knife. The knife was about to scratch Chu Yu's face. Chu Yu dodged between the lightning and flint, and the knife barely missed his face.

When Chen Yang saw Chu Yu dodge his attack, he couldn't help but became furious, "You dare to dodge too?"

Chu Yu's hand hidden under his sleeve gently waved, and a small stone rubbed against Chen Yang's ugly face, leaving a shallow blood stain.

Chen Yang touched his face and almost burst into laughter.

"You little bastard, how dare you resist!"

Chen Yang waved his hand ferociously and slapped Chu Yu with his palm. His cultivation level was a whole level higher than that of Chu Yu. Chu Yu was no match for him at all. He vomited blood after being slapped by his palm.

Noila Mo hurriedly stepped forward and exclaimed: "Senior Brother Chen Yang!"

Chen Yang ignored Mo Yiyi, a slightly proud smile appeared on his face, and the knife filled with spiritual power flew towards Chu Yu who fell to the ground, "Little bastard! Let me see how you can hide this time!"

The knife did not scratch Chu Yu as he expected, but stopped in mid-air.

Everyone's expressions froze, and they looked at Ning Zhao, who was floating on a Frisbee, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Sister Ning!"

Ning Zhao moved in front of Chen Yang in a flash. At the same time, a flame-like spiritual power gradually gathered in her hand, and this spiritual power fell on Chen Yang!

Chen Yang snorted and looked at Ning Zhao with a bit of confusion in his eyes, "How can Senior Sister Ning bully others with her high cultivation level?"

Did I bully you?

That’s right, brother!

Ning Zhao almost laughed out loud, this shameless bad guy really dared to say it.

Ning Zhao said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Chen Yang, I think you know better than me who bullied others first."

"If I were a step late, would you have killed my junior brother?"
Chapter completed!
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