MTL - My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old-Chapter 450 Couple meets

Chapter 450 Husband and wife meet

 There was a competition between the sects, and each sect sent out its proud disciples.

But the one with the loudest voice is Wen Mingxuan.

Wen Mingxuan killed his wife to prove his righteousness. This **** path to righteousness made many people curious.

 But because of his extraordinary talent and outstanding appearance, he has attracted admiration from many women in the world of cultivation.

"Mortals have a limited life span and are ignorant and chaotic. How can they be worthy of Senior Brother Mingxuan."

"She has been obsessed with senior brother Mingxuan for more than ten years just because she has been engaged to him since childhood. Fortunately, senior brother got rid of her and started practicing Taoism."

Several women from the cultivation world raised their lips with a bit of disdain.

"Death is just the end of the matter. Only the ruthless way of senior brother will go further."

"Oh, Senior Brother Wen is so soft-hearted. He also set up a memorial tablet for his wife, and it is said that it is placed in his dormitory. A man as brilliant as Senior Brother Mingxuan has a mortal woman as his wife." No one knows that Wen Mingxuan is here Who is the first wife in the mortal world?

Even Wen Mingxuan himself didn’t know that Xiao Yu’er had entered the Sanqing Sect.

"By the way, will Fairy Lingmiao from Sanqing Sect be here today?" After Xiao Yu'er entered Sanqing Sect, the Supreme Elder gave him the nickname Lingmiao.

 Everyone only knows about Fairy Lingmiao but not about Jiang Xiaoyu.

"I really want to take a look at Fairy Lingmiao. It is said that she also comes from the mortal world, Meng Lai Country. Oh, it sounds like she is from the same country as Senior Brother Mingxuan. I wonder if they have heard each other's name." Many disciples stood on the high platform. There was a lot of discussion.

"A country is so big, how could they know each other when they were both mortals?" Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

The young man in white who headed the Immortal Sect had an indifferent look on his face, as clear and sharp as a banished immortal. His eyes were slightly narrowed and he did not speak.

The disciple behind him was full of anger: "Junior brother, don't worry too much, these people just love to spread gossip."

"Junior brother majors in the ruthless path, what do they know! For junior brother, love is just a drag." The senior brother heard the gossip from the outside world and was a little worried.

This proud man of heaven is the only hope of ascending to the Immortal Sect.

 In half a year, the results of the next ten years were accomplished.

Wen Mingxuan pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

 He raised his hand and gently pinched the jade pendant around his waist.

“Junior brother, your piece of jade is broken. When you return to the sect, senior brother will find you a good piece.” The senior brother couldn’t help but speak when he saw that he often rubbed the jade around his waist.

Wen Mingxuan has a Pisces jade pendant around his waist, but it is covered with fine lines and has long been broken.

 Most likely I like this piece of jade.

 It was glued on carefully later.

"No need. It's just a vulgar thing." Wen Mingxuan's voice was cold and he let go of the jade pendant.

 This piece of jade was a token exchanged between fingers for marriage.

　　This piece of jade was worn by Xiao Yuer for fifteen years. Later, he threw it into the water. Xiao Yuer jumped down and picked up the piece of jade again.

 It was damaged for no apparent reason.

 When she got married, she returned the jade to herself.

“Junior brother, you are practicing too hard. Master specially asked you to take you out for a walk. Don’t be too harsh.” Senior brother sighed, and this junior brother was chilled to his bones.

I don’t know how that woman in the mortal world managed to cover him up.

Today there is a grand competition among various sects.

 As soon as he appears on the stage, he will knock the opponent off the pedestal without even using three moves.

 No trace of mercy was spared.

“Wouldn’t it be better to go back to practice earlier to save time and effort?” Wen Mingxuan whispered.

 Senior brother sighed and said no more.

 Disciples from several sects each drew lots.

Each lot has two disciples. The disciples with the same number will go to the stage to compete.

Wen Mingxuan has won seven games in a row.

 Facing him, no one has made three moves.

“Senior brother Mingxuan is really suitable for the ruthless path. In just half a year, his cultivation is comparable to that of the Golden Pill.” Everyone was amazed.

“Others who have been cultivating for hundreds of years will probably find it difficult to achieve.”

“I am afraid that the Dengxian Sect will take the first place this year. Who will let them pick up a big killer weapon.” The disciples around him did not dare to compete with him, and some disciples even abstained from voting.

This allowed Wen Mingxuan to directly win nine consecutive victories.

 Causing women from all sects to scream. “Senior brother Mingxuan looks so good, look at me, look at me…” The female disciples were going crazy.

“Brother Mingxuan, brother Mingxuan…” Some disciples even directly evoked brother Mingxuan.

Wen Mingxuan's expression suddenly moved, and he looked straight at the woman who called Mingxuan brother.

 The woman was stunned.

 Then his face turned red with embarrassment. Did Senior Brother Mingxuan notice me?

"Brother Mingxuan, I..." She tidied her hair shyly and was about to speak.

"Ah!" A stern sword light came and landed directly between her throat. It was only a hair away from piercing her throat.

The woman screamed, took a step back suddenly, and fell to the ground.

"Don't call me brother!" Wen Mingxuan's eyes were cold, almost filled with murderous intent.

 Everyone is still.

Looking at the proud man on the high platform who was looked up to, I felt a little dazed.

 Everyone vaguely realized that the phrase "brother Mingxuan" seemed to be some kind of taboo for him.

 Extremely sensitive and cannot be touched.

Brother Mingxuan…

Brother Mingxuan, brother Mingxuan…

The girl's charming voice seemed to pass through layers of barriers and surround him.

 Sometimes he remembered the angry girl with her hands on her hips, angrily scolding Wen Mingxuan.

Wen Mingxuan took a deep breath and drove out the little fish in his mind.

Wen Mingxuan held the silver sword and stood in the center of the high platform with his eyes slightly closed.

Even so, there were still a large number of disciples surrounding Wen Mingxuan’s arena.

“Wen Mingxuan has been in Taoism for half a year, and he is able to challenge the disciples of the Golden Core Stage. He is indeed the hope of the world of cultivation.”

 “You don’t know about the Wonderful Fairy yet, do you?”

"The clever fairy of the Sanqing Sect is probably on par with Wen Mingxuan. Both of them have never been defeated. These two people will face each other sooner or later."

“When two geniuses collide, I don’t know who will win.”

 “No. 47.”

 “No. 72.”

The elder summoned several disciples in succession, and some of them could not withstand Wen Mingxuan's pressure and simply gave in. The rest of them were all knocked off the ring within three moves.

This made everyone in an uproar.

Wen Mingxuan’s voice became louder and louder.

till the end.

Only the last two people are left.

The boy in white and the girl in blue stood in front of their respective arenas, slowly looking at each other.

The girl in the blue dress had her face covered with white gauze, her figure was like a sharp blade, and her eyes were stained with frost as she looked straight at Wen Mingxuan.

Wen Mingxuan fell into those eyes, his expression slightly dazed.

 He seemed a little familiar.

 A pair of eyes that kept appearing in his midnight dreams.

 “The next one is number 12.” Number 12 is the number of the clever fairy of the Sanqing Sect.

Because of the large number of people watching, the elders combined the two arenas into one.

Xiao Yu'er's clothes were fluttering, and he pointed a long sword directly at Wen Mingxuan, full of killing intent.

 Everyone always feels that.

 There was something wrong with the atmosphere around these two people.

　　Obviously we stand together and are in perfect agreement, but unexpectedly...

 There is a strong sense of dissonance.

 (End of this chapter)