Some disciple yelled, “Deacon Yu, Rong Yi from Tianxu Peak has no spiritual root. He wouldn’t go up there?”

“Right, plus he is still pregnant. What if he hurts the baby when he competes?”

Those disciples around all laughed out loud, “That’s no horrible. The most horrible thing is he would say he is gonna give birth to the baby while fighting.”

Now everybody was laughing even harder!

Seeing those people were all making fun of him, Rong Yi narrowed his eyes.

And at this time someone saw Rong Yi, he immediately pointed at him, “Rong Yi is there.”

Then everyone looked over to him, “Senior Rong, the deacon is calling you. What are you waiting for?”

“He has no spiritual root. He is only asking for death if he goes up.”

“Hum! If it were me, I would go up there even if I don’t own spiritual root. I can’t let others belittle me.”

“How could he be compared with you! He is a coward!”

On hearing that they were gossiping about his daddy, Yin Tao shouted unhappily, “My daddy is not a coward!”

“If he is not a coward, then let him compete.” After the disciple who was talking found that Yin Tao resembled Rong Yi, he immediately added, “Alas, this kid looks exactly like senior Rong. Is he that freak senior Rong has given birth to?”

On hearing someone called Yin Tao a freak, Rong Yi showed some kind of murderous look. After putting the kid in Bu Qi’s arms, he said, “Take care of my little Cherry.”

Bu Qi was worried, “Master Shifu, are you really going?”

“That disciple said right. I can not let them belittle me.” Rong Yi went to the side of the field, trying to climb up, only finding it was higher than expected. Besides, he was holding such a big belly. It was really not convenient to jump onto it.

He then turned around, “Bu Qi, come here. Lend me your palm.”

On hearing that, everybody laughed out loud again, “He can’t even get onto the field. What a loser!”

Yin Tao said grumpily, “My daddy is not a loser!”

Bu Qi moved forward and pushed him up holding his girdle and easily sent him onto the field.

Seeing that he got up, Wei Wenxiao felt thrilled, “Mom, look, he is up! He is up there!”

Rong Yuanyin sneered, “Chang Fuming from Jingxu Sect is his sworn enemy. He wouldn’t go easy on him.”

Rong Yi then walked to the disciple who said his son was a freak, “I demand you to apologize.”

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That disciple was confused, “For what?”

“For that you said my son is a freak.”

“OK. If you win, I will apologize to him.” That disciple pursed his lips and then continued, “How about this? If you can win, it is not a problem even if you ask me to kneel down and offer tea to him.”

Rong Yi sneered, “He is Immortal Yunyi’s little disciple, which means he is also your grand master. Of course you should kneel to offer him tea.”

He was not a tolerant person. Since the other party had already crossed the line first, he would be a fool if he didn’t use the privilege of little Yin Tao as Immortal Yunyi’s disciple.

That disciple’s expression changed a bit, “Are you serious?”

Others all looked at each other, speechless.

Some disciple said, “I heard it’s true.”

Some disciple patted on the disciple who claimed to kneel to offer the tea with a pitiful look, “Guo Rui, it seems whether senor Rong wins or not, you should offer the tea for sure.”

Guo Ru gritted his teeth, “Except offering tea, I’m gonna kowtow to him to apologize.”

“Then be a man of your words.” Rong Yi snorted and then walked into the middle of the field.

Chang Fuming pointed at Rong Yi with his sword, “Rong Yi, I won’t show mercy for that you got no spiritual root. And also for the old hatred.”

That year the chief asked those disciples of Qi Practicing to the magic weapon warehouse to choose their own magic weapons. He fancied a sword giving off blue light on the first sight and even thought it should have been refined for him. But Rong Yi also fancied it and wanted it, thought Rong Yi was not qualified to choose his own magic weapon, but Bai Yunchen could. After hearing Rong Yi said he liked it, Bai Chen took it away for him. Since among all the peers, Bai Yunchen was the most powerful one, plus his cultivation speed was the fastest, the chief gave him the privilege to choose his favorite magic weapon first.

And then instead of comforting him, his master said he was not capable enough and could only swallow it. He also had to admit that Bai Yunchen was really a rare talent for cultivation. He had already promoted to Golden Elixir phase while he himself was still on level 9 of Qi Practicing.

“…” Rong Yi was wondering how many people the original owner had offended.

“Rong Yi, show your magic weapon.”

Those disciples down there all made fun of him, “His magic weapon? Even if he has one, does he have spiritual power to activate it?”

Some disciple asked, “Senior Rong, should I borrow you an ordinary sword?”

Another disciple beside him asked, “Do you even have an ordinary one?”

“I got a toy sword which I planned to give to the newly recruited junior disciple as a present.”

“Senior Rong, be careful. Don’t hurt the baby in your belly. All the physicians are competing elixir refining. No one has time to deliver the baby for you.”

Then everyone burst into a laugher again.

After scanning all of them, Rong Yi activated his magic bracelet with his spiritual power and then a beautiful light blue long sword showed up.

Everybody was stunned.

Rong Yi swayed the long sword in his hand and did some warm-up exercise. However, this body did not exercise all the year round, and its bones were very stiff. Even swaying the sword was a bit stiff.

Bu Qi who was down there thought he was not like a new learner at all judging from the away he swayed his swords, but more like someone who hadn’t used his swords for years, because his actions looked kind of rusty. But anyway, he felt much relieved since Rong Yi knew some swordplay.

Some disciple murmured, “Did I see it wrong? Senior Rong’s sword has spiritual qi, and pretty dense, even better that senior Chang’s level one elite magic weapon.”

“You didn’t make a mistake. His sword really has spiritual qi.”

“He has no spiritual root. How is he supposed to activate a sword with spiritual qi?”

Everybody was confused.

At this time, the deacon shouted, “The competition begins!”

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