Here comes another one.
Bi Yue expressed that he was very embarrassed. Among the forces that appeared now, except for the uneducated northern barbarians who did not prepare poems, he, the young leader of the Tianjian Sect, appeared without any style.
Then he glanced at Li Shizhou angrily, but he was met with an expression that said you'd better hit me if you weren't convinced.
Seeing this, he could only turn his head to the side in a sullen mood, and take a look at which unlucky guy read out this resentful poem.
But what caught the eye was a series of beautiful figures.
Their appearance successfully attracted everyone's attention, and wiped away all the negative emotions caused by the Northern Barbarians being one of the forces participating in the Hidden Dragon List.
After all, under such a beautiful scenery, if you still have a dissatisfied attitude, wouldn't it be a blasphemy to the most beautiful thing in the world?
At the same time, Shang Zhonghe, who had been sitting in his seat as the mascot, stood up. He used a wonderful light skill, and in almost the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the graceful and luxurious woman who took the lead.
"I didn't expect you to come in person this time." Shang Zhonghe respected this person very much. In fact, his prestige in the world was not much greater than that of Shang Zhonghe.
But the key point is that her surname is Yu, which is the same surname as the person Shang Zhonghe is loyal to. Even though the other person is just a collateral member of the Yu family, even after several generations of development, she can only hold on to Empress Xuan's thigh to maintain this layer. identity.
Shang Zhonghe still has to show this proper attitude just because of this surname.
Seeing this, Yu Lianrong didn't show any concern, and politely returned the greeting:
"Long time no see, Head Shang."
Shang Zhonghe suddenly showed a trace of hesitation on his face, then sighed and said:
"The order I received this time is just to ensure the smooth progress of the Qianlong List. I can't make any inclinations on some things. After all, it's the one I represent this time."
"I understand your situation." Yu Lianrong said calmly, "The current preparations are sufficient. We only need the head of the escort to inform that person about the incident."
"This is the best." Shang Zhonghe breathed a long sigh of relief and was about to lead Yu Lianrong and his party to their seats. Then, as expected, he was stopped by Ying Wuque.
"This rule." Shang Zhonghe believed that he knew the situation of Linxue Nuanxiang Pavilion very well.
Especially in the current situation, some of them had already turned to Jade Phoenix Heart, and some whose original positions could not be confirmed have been revealed to have been planted by Qin Fan.
So now Linxue Nuanxiang Pavilion is almost split into three families, and two of them have even joined forces, which has resulted in a lot of tedious things that make Yu Lianrong busy.
Naturally, she did not have time to train the younger generation of disciples.
And if Yu Lianrong directly responds and takes action at this moment, she will be the first to bear the reputation of being a big bully, which will affect the reputation of the Yu family.
So now he wanted to signal Ying Wuque to fake a fight, but his gesture was just for the blind. Ying Wuque stood there expressionlessly, turning a deaf ear to his message.
"Deputy Pavilion Master Jade, you can take action yourself."
Yu Lianrong shook her head and said:
"Although Linxue Nuanxiang Pavilion's recent situation is a bit difficult, it's not like we can't choose a candidate to participate in the Hidden Dragon Ranking."
Then a woman who looked like an elf walked out from among the warblers.
Her body is as graceful as the undulating mountains and rivers, and her skin is as crystal clear as snow and full of elasticity. Even among the beauties whose appearance and figure are over 80, she looks particularly dazzling.
There seemed to be no small flaw on her body that could destroy her perfection. Instead, the more I looked at her, the more I felt that her indescribable beauty was dazzling and eerie.
"Linxue Nuanxiang Pavilion, Wanwan, please give me some advice." Wanwan turned around gracefully with a graceful and casual fairy posture, and faced Ying Wuque head-on with her eyes with a mischievous smile.
If it were any other man, he would have been obsessed with those big talking eyes by now, but unfortunately she met Ying Wuque, a heartless man who knew how to appreciate beauty, but would never miss it for a moment.
Ying Wuque slowly pulled out the bright red sword from the scabbard, and the faint light of the sword shone on his face, making his expression extremely soft.
But the direction he was looking at was not Wanwan, but the red-sleeved knife in his hand.
The red sleeve knife is very beautiful, like a beautiful lady who has torn off her veil. Its blade is transparent and the blade is crimson, like transparent glass with crimson bone ridges.
The knife is slightly short, and the curve of the knife is like the slender waist of a peerless beauty, showing off the charm and beauty.
With the rippling red color, it seems like the eyebrows and eyes of this peerless beauty are flirting! Every smile makes people obsessed with it!
Even Wanwan was stunned by the beauty of the red sleeve knife, and then a laugh like a jingle came from her mouth.
"Master Ying, you are really impatient."
Every word she spoke seemed to have a kind of magic, just like cups of intoxicating wine that you just want to savor.
But the same mental illusion caused by beauty is completely useless!
In response, there were waves of red sword light!
"I understand, it's not that he doesn't understand love." At this moment, Gu Liuhe realized something. He had been extremely concerned about Ying Wuque since he found that he couldn't arouse the emotions in his heart when he just fought against Ying Wuque.
Gu Yinzhu on the side understood what the other person was thinking just by looking at each other.
"He loves so deeply that all his love is pinned on that knife, so there is no extra emotion left to put elsewhere, just like you and me."
Everyone in the Tianjian Sect, who had originally pricked up their ears to wonder what conclusion their couple would come to, was suddenly overwhelmed by the sudden mouthful of dog food.
But the players present were focused on another thing.
"Wanwan? It can't be that Wanwan."
"It's unlikely. If the yellow-type destiny body appears so quickly, is there any need to fight?"
"Don't forget Zhu Wuyan, the master of Qinglong Pavilion. She seems to be the fateful body of the Huang family, and she should be Wanwan's master."
"Forget it, don't worry about these useless things, hurry up and record a video. As long as the video contains beautiful women, it will definitely be in the top five of this month's event posts."
[Wanwan, from "The Legend of Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" of the Huang series, is a saint of the Yingui sect. She loves Xu Ziling deeply, sacrifices silently, has no regrets, is quirky, and humiliates herself for love, disobeys her teacher's orders, and ultimately does it for her lover. No more struggling to quit. 】
"She did not accept her fate." Xie Xiaofeng, who was sitting at the fifth seat on the right, and Murong Qiudi, who was sitting at the seventh seat on the left, said at the same time.
Then the two looked at each other, the former turned his head away, and the latter smiled and continued:
"I have read the book "The Legend of Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty". Wanwan's best skill should be the secret arts of the Yingui sect, but now she is using the spiritual illusion skills taught by Linxue Nuanxiang Pavilion.
Unfortunately, although this mental power is close to the level of a grand master, it poses extremely limited threat to the young hall master. "
"Your point of view is only half right." Yuan Suiyun suddenly said, "It's not that she didn't accept fate, but that she couldn't accept fate. Everyone present should know that accepting fate is not that easy."
Then he pointed at his eyes and smiled bitterly:
"I have made certain sacrifices for this, and I believe that you have more or less given up some things that originally belonged to us."
All the fateful bodies present were silent. They had to conform to a certain characteristic of the original owner of the fateful body, which also meant that they needed to give up a certain habit or precious thing of their own.
In comparison, Yuan Suiyun just gave up a pair of eyes and made a lot of money.
At least he is still himself, instead of having to change his character to become another person, even though he is already 80% similar to Yuan Suiyun.
This topic suddenly made the atmosphere of the scene a little heavy.
Li Shizhou, who had already reached the seat on the left at some point, suddenly pulled the corner of Ning Xiaoyao's clothes, who was enjoying watching the excitement.
Ning Xiaoyao frowned, looked at this stranger whom she had heard about for a long time but was only in contact with him for the first time, and said in confusion:
"Is there something wrong, little Marquis?"
"You should have set off with Ghost City, but why hasn't Ghost Lord shown up yet?" Li Shizhou said.
Ning Xiaoyao replied:
"We left the ghost market three days ago, but after a day's departure, Gui Zun said he had some personal matters to resolve and parted ways with us."
Then he nuzzled at Yuan Suiyun next to him:
"If you don't believe it, you can ask him. After we arrived at Daoshan, we didn't see them catching up, so our Dao domain came up first, and Mr. Yuan waited until everyone from the Yuan family was gathered before we went up the mountain together.
As for Mr. Fang, he is still at the foot of the mountain, accompanying Huamanlou and waiting for the members of the Yuelinghua clan, as well as the visitors from outside who are waiting for them to be trained by the Huanjia Fang clan. "
Yuan Suiyun nodded and said that Ning Xiaoyao was right.
Li Shizhou touched his chin after hearing this and said thoughtfully:
"He probably arrived last on purpose."
"Um, you don't want to say that the protagonists are the last to arrive, right?" Ning Xiaoyao has also been spread a lot of strange ideas by them since he started contacting the visitors from outside the world.
Li Shizhou shook his head and said:
"If you arrive last, you can see the situation more clearly. After all, the seats in these two rows have been placed early in the morning.
And among those power lords who arrived early, some of them must have secretly joined the ghost market and spread the news here in a timely manner. "
"Little Marquis, Yuan cannot agree with what you said. I, the Yuan clan of Quxi, chose the right side and that does not prove that I have joined the ghost market. I believe the same is true for the Xie family of Zi Nong." Yuan Chengzhi said righteously.
Li Shizhou curled his lips, looked at Yuan Xian who had quietly pricked up his ears and said:
"Chief Yuan, do you think so too?"
Yuan Xian did not answer, but Xie Xiaofeng, who was sitting on the seat, took the initiative to interrupt:
"Zinong Xie didn't take sides, but I can take action when necessary."
Then he and Li Shizhou looked at each other understandingly. When they were at Tianjianmen before, Yin Xue had no time to leave early, so she didn't know what happened next.
Obviously, taking advantage of that opportunity, the two had some contact and finalized some cooperation.
"Me too." Yuan Suiyun's sudden statement shocked everyone, especially Yuan Xian.
Of course Yuan Suiyun didn't forget to add something.
"This is my personal position and does not represent the entire Quxi Yuan clan, but I think it is not enough for me to make a choice."
"It seems that your first contact with the Ghost Lord was very harmonious." Yuan Qianyi pointed out.
"I just know that I can't take any chances when facing him, and there is no option to be neutral." Yuan Suiyun said seriously.
His words immediately aroused Yuan Chengzhi's dissatisfaction.
"How dare he declare war on me, the Yuan clan of Quxi!"
"Of course he dares. He may even kill your entire clan with a backhand. After all, the Quxi Yuan clan alone cannot compare to Wangyou Ghost City." It was Li Shizhou who spoke, but at this moment he said it with a smile on his face. This passage always has a sense of irony and excitement.
"Eight aristocratic families are connected by the same spirit"
This time, before Yuan Chengzhi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yuan Xian:
"That's enough, don't make any more comments."
Yuan Chengzhi was reluctant, but he nodded and kept his mouth shut.
At this time, Yuan Xian looked at Li Shizhou and said:
"What you said seems to be lobbying for the ghost market, but in fact it is provoking my eight great families."
Li Shizhou shrugged and said:
"Clan Chief Yuan, you are overthinking this. I am neither a lobbyist, nor do I have any intention of cheating the market. I am just standing in my position and need to first confirm who is a friend and who is an enemy."
Then he looked towards the center of the square, and everything seemed to go back in time, because Ying Wuque was blocked by Sima Kongming again, but the opponent he faced changed from a defeated Murong Fu to a somewhat depressed Wanwan.
At this time, Sima Kongming also came up with exactly the same rhetoric. In the end, the result was a tie, and Ying Wuque took the initiative to give way.
Then the group from Linxue Nuanxiang Pavilion, led by Shang Zhonghe, walked straight to the left, and then chose the fifth position.
"It's really boring. Doesn't anyone dare to choose the first and second seats?"
Li Shizhou sighed and returned to his original seat in a flash, giving Yuan Xian no chance to continue questioning him.
Xie Xiaofeng, who had answered a sentence before, also continued to take a nap in the fifth seat on his right.
But not long after he made this move of pretending to sleep, he opened his eyes, and Li Shizhou, who had been talking about being bored, also became interested.
Because in the next second, a shocking situation of black and white joining each other and resisting each other rushed over.
This time, in response to Bi Yue's idea, no poem number appeared, but this suffocating sense of oppression was better than thousands of poems.
At the stairs leading to the square, a woman wearing a black dress and a woman wearing a clean white dress appeared.
The former's eyes are as black as paint, and he is full of energy. His gaze can make any man fall in love with him. The slim gauze skirt only accentuates his graceful figure and is full of intoxicating charm.
The latter is petite and exquisite in stature, but his aura is not inferior at all. His temperament is even more noble and noble in comparison, which can be said to be a peerless elegance.
At the same time, compared with the former, her beautiful face revealed a coldness that would repel people thousands of miles away, and could even be said to be cold.
If we compare the two people to two flowers, one is a black rose covered with spikes but blooming with infinite charm, and the other is an extremely cold snow lotus that enchants people but dare not take a step closer.
(End of chapter)
