Ascended to become a virtual idol

There was no answer, and Chang You didn't mind, he walked out of the hall slowly, in a trance, he seemed to see Luo Yi waiting there again, with indifferent eyes every time he looked at him.

There was no ridicule or sarcasm, just indifference and ignorance. Sometimes he guessed, maybe the mysterious Luo Zu had already guessed something.

Just like now, is she really dead?For that woman like an elder, he never let down his vigilance, even if everyone said that she turned into a puddle of blood under the eyes of everyone.

How could an elder who let himself have no escape in front of her die so hastily?But he didn't intend to tell the chairman of the news. Why is it necessary? It's not such an important thing.

This time there was no Fu Yong waiting outside, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he returned to normal.

For the succession ceremony, Xuanyuan sent Elder Ye and Elder Yang, and now Elder Feng was added to participate, as well as Yan Qiao who those people had always wanted to see.

When Yan Qiao received the news, she didn't stay in Yingdu any longer. She just remembered the mysterious formation under the Yingying Shrine, and she still inevitably left a trace of exploration in her heart.

Until she saw the merman clan mentioned by Chairman Ke, she couldn't help but wonder if the things under the shrine had anything to do with Linhai?

It's just that the most important thing now is Bei Xue's succession ceremony, keeping this matter in his heart, Yan Qiao turned to meet Elder Ye and the others.

At this time, Elder Ye had just arrived in Beixue, and Yan Qiao naturally blended into it, and heard the sound transmission, "There is an abnormality under the Yingdu Shrine."

With a smile on his face, Elder Ye looked at Xi Ya who came to greet them, "Why did you come here in person?"

"Beixue and Xuanyuan are helping each other now, so naturally we can't let our friends feel cold," she smiled brightly, as if all the grievances had been wiped out invisible.

Elder Ye is Xuanyuan's most low-key existence. She is usually amiable, and even her speech gives people a feeling of spring breeze. At this time, her expression is soft and her eyes are clear and moist. Even though her hair is already gray, she is still calm and elegant.

Compared with the powerful Elder Feng, she is more of the tranquility and tranquility that has been preserved over the years.

After stepping into the North Snow Region, they got on the suspension vehicle prepared by Xi Ya. On the vehicle, Xi Ya looked at Yan Qiao, "I guessed that you would come too."

"I'm a little interested in Beixue, so of course I want to go there," Yan Qiao said without any aggressive eyes, calm and indifferent enough.

When the car arrived, Shiya led a few people in, and finally met a group of people from the supernatural society. The leader was Chang You, who was dressed in a black python suit and wore a black snake crown. The double pupils are so faint that they don't seem to exist.

Leading the way in front of him were Hui Lue and Portia, an elder and sister of the president, who showed a slightly higher treatment than Xuanyuan, but did not exceed the limit, and the balance of the puppet song was well done.

Changyou's eyes fell on Elder Ye, who was dressed in a blue robe, and her head was only fixed with a magnolia white jade hairpin. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes were revealed, but she still couldn't stop her tranquility.

Maybe because he sensed his gaze, Elder Ye poked his head and glanced, his eyes were as calm as water waves, and he could no longer contain his shadow.

There was an unavoidable throbbing in his heart, as if an irrepressible emotion was spreading. He always suppressed it in the past, but today he let it grow in his heart again.

Sure enough, the pain began to haunt his body, cutting his meridians and bones inch by inch like a blade, but his face was still calm, and he walked steadily on the path until the two sides walked side by side.

Elder Ye turned his head to talk to Yan Qiao who was beside him, "Beixue's building is completely different from Xuanyuan's."

In the eyes of Elder Ye, even though Yan Qiao is strong now, she is still a young child. She has lived for countless years, and time has left marks on her face, but she prefers not to cut more mark.

"Well, it's more profound and rough." This is Beixue's Association of Magicians, and the gray and white buildings are carved with black patterns.

Walking forward, she saw Puppet Song waiting in front of her. She was now wearing a nine-star magician robe, with a nine-star crown on her head, and the magic wand in her hand was emitting a soft light.

This is the real first meeting between Yan Qiao and Puppet Song. In Xuanyuan, only President Ke has seen her once.

The eyes of the two sides met, and Yan Qiao saw the undisguised ambition in her eyes, but Puppet Song was surprised to find that he couldn't see through Yan Qiao's thoughts.

Without waiting for her to think any more, she turned her head calmly, "The arrival of the Ability Society and Xuanyuan really made my succession ceremony radiant. I think I am the first successor to invite Xuanyuan in all generations. monk."

Elder Ye is the representative this time, and she said in a soft and gentle tone, "Since we have a good relationship, Xuanyuan will not sit idly by. If it is not for extremely bad things, our generation of monks has always been tolerant."

The corners of Puppet Song's mouth raised, undisguisedly happy, "Xuanyuan should rest assured that Beixue is now the president of me, so naturally I won't destroy the bridge of friendship between the two parties."

Changyou's gaze fell on Elder Ye again, and Yan Qiao finally noticed it. She raised her eyes slightly and landed on the sculpture-like wooden figure.

Fu Yong, who was behind him, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Yan Qiao who was looking away, "Elder Changyou seems to be a little different," his voice came to Changyou's ears as if nothing seemed to exist.

Changyou retracted his gaze naturally, "What do you want to say?"

Fu Yong lowered his eyelids and smiled, "I just want to tell the elder that there are certain things that should not be noticed by others."

The corners of Changyou's mouth curled up silently, "It turns out that it's your turn to teach me a lesson," he said flatly, without being angry at all.

Fu Yong chuckled, "Fu Yong didn't dare, it was just a small reminder, why should the elder think so seriously."

"So what if you notice it? You think I'm really scared, but it's something you don't take to heart at all, and it's worth reminding you deliberately," he stepped forward, not because of Puppet Song and Xuanyuan's greetings. And show any dissatisfaction.

Fuyong's eyes floated. At this moment, he didn't understand Changyou's thoughts. He clenched his hands slightly. He seemed to say a useless nonsense again. He stumbled twice in his life, one in Changyou and one in Yan. Joe, it really made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Going to the arranged residence, three days before the succession ceremony, Puppet Song personally sent off Xuanyuan and his party, but the place where the supernatural club lived was close to the main hall of the Magicians Association. I don't know how to speak.

Fuyong came this time and was still followed by Ming Lao and another elder An in purple black robes who hadn't appeared for many years.