Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

Cheng Yan's gaze followed the crowd to the attic.

Zhu Penglou was dressed in lotus root pink brocade clothes, with a high bun, refreshing and capable. His arms in white wristbands rested on the railing, and he glanced around below. Seeing the gathering of talents from all walks of life, the corners of his lips raised.

He said loudly, "Everyone, the martial arts competition will start immediately. Whoever wins Zhu can become a Taoist couple with Zhu!"

"Okay!" Everyone in the audience clapped and applauded, obviously impatient.

He flew onto the ring, and his fluttering clothes showed his arrogance to the fullest, "Which fellow Taoist will come first?"

"I'll come first!" With a clear female voice, a blue shadow flew forward.

The visitor was dressed in a silk blue gauze dress. When he landed in the ring, he spun around with the inertia. The small bells tied to his ankles rang, his hair fluttered, and the bright blue hair accessories swayed under the sunlight. Eyeballs, like a fairy descending to earth, make people unable to take their eyes off.

"Houlan, Mr. Penglou, don't pity the fragrance and cherish the jade."

The back blue face is covered with blue veil, so the face cannot be seen clearly, a pair of almond eyes are full of smiles, and the crisp voice is like a siren crooning, mellow and charming.

Zhu Penglou lowered his eyes and smiled, "Fairy Houlan, please."

He flipped his wrist, unfolded a crystal clear fan, and fanned it in front of him.

Hou Lan held a jade flute to her lips, and when the first note sounded, the competition was about to start!

The musical notes turned into sound blades, attacking Zhu Penglou intensively, and the latter could easily block it with a fan, or fan it back the way it came.

While watching the battle between the two, Cheng Yan patted Cheng Anzhi's arm with one hand, "Who is Hou Lan?"

Cheng Anzhi was asked a question, and answered with sparkling eyes: "Fairy Hou Lan, whose teacher is unknown, has the best wind spirit root, is more than a thousand years old, a monk who transforms into a great perfection, is good at sound attack, and has always shown people with blue gauze. Few people see her. true face.

This blue gauze is not a mortal thing, it is on the list of magic weapons like the jade flute, and it can bless the rhythm. The Hou Lan Fairy once covered an entire medium-sized city, and now the entire Beihong City is no problem. "

"It's so powerful, given time, it must be a great power."

Cheng Yan nodded slightly. This trip was not in vain. He will see more unparalleled geniuses in the next competition.

Cheng Anzhi nodded in agreement, "This is the reason why Beihong City has been so lively these past few days. Mr. Penglou said it was a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, but in fact everyone regarded it as a competition to learn from each other. To be able to fight against talents from all sides is what we wish for!"

Cheng Yan smiled, "Are you also here to discuss?"

"Senior, I have only one purpose for this trip, which is to compete with Zhu Penglou. The fellow practitioner said ruthlessly, I want to see where the gap between me and him is."

"Since we have set a goal, why not set a high point and defeat him, don't you know?" Cheng Yan unwrapped a lollipop wrapped in sugar wrapper and put it in his mouth.

Cheng Anzhi smiled wryly, "Senior, although he and I are in the same refining period, the gap between the early stage and the middle stage is hard to bridge."

Cheng Yan could see that there was a gap between them, but he couldn't understand Cheng Anzhi's thoughts. In his world, there was no such thing as a gap.

"You are setting limits for yourself. It is not only when you are in a desperate situation that you can stimulate your potential."

Cheng Anzhi listened half-understood, and sighed in his heart, he is worthy of being a Cheng family god who entered the Mahayana period at the age of [-]. It is no exaggeration to say that Cheng Yan is the idol of all the younger generations of the Cheng family.

Now that more than 1000 years have passed, although the aura of the predecessors is weak, it is even more unfathomable. Perhaps this is the little trick used by Da Neng to confuse people.

"Every time I see Cheng Daoyou, it makes people sigh."

A voice came from the side, and the two turned their heads to look at the same time. Before they could see clearly, they saw the fluttering red silk first.

"Fairy Hong Ling!" Cheng Anzhi uttered in surprise, and his high-pitched voice immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Xie Yinchen gave him a slight nod, then looked at Cheng Yan, smiled and said, "Last time, Daoist Cheng made a point, and Hong Ling is very grateful. I don't know if I can move to Yipinzhai tonight?"

"Fairy Hong Ling invited me kindly, but I will be disrespectful." Cheng Yan agreed.

Cheng Anzhi didn't expect his seniors to know Fairy Hong Ling also, and he was a little excited beside him. In just one day, he saw so many amazing, talented and beautiful people.

"Fellow daoists are also here to compete?" Xie Yinchen looked at the two people whose figures were constantly changing on the stage.

Cheng Yan shook his head, his voice implied the vicissitudes of life, "Come and see the world of cultivating immortals today."

Xie Yinchen heard the emotion, and didn't ask any more questions.

At this point, the competition on stage was drawing to a close.

Hou Lan put away her jade flute, and bowed her head slightly to Zhu Penglou, "Young Master Penglou is really like a jade from Moshang, and even his moves are modest and polite. Hou Lan has been taught, and there will be a meeting later!"

"Fairy Hou Lan hired Ting Zhuoyou, and a piece of celestial music is like a spring breeze blowing on her face. I wish you a lot, and I will definitely ask for advice someday." Zhu Penglou put the fan on his chest, and also nodded.

After Lan Fei got off the ring, he walked straight towards Cheng Yan and the others. To be precise, it was Fairy Hong Ling.

"Sister Hongling, you've waited for a long time, how did I behave just now?" Hou Lan crisply stepped forward to grab Xie Yinchen's arm.

"It has made great progress, and the deficiencies pointed out before have been corrected, which is great." Xie Yinchen praised.

Hou Lan smiled in satisfaction, then looked at the two people beside her, "This is?"

"This is fellow Taoist Cheng Yan, and this is fellow Taoist Cheng Anzhi." Xie Yinchen introduced to her.

Both of them nodded to her, Hou Lan smiled and said: "I'm going to Hou Lan, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

At this time, Zhu Penglou on the stage said loudly: "Next fellow Taoist, please!"

"Cheng Anzhi next time, please enlighten me!"

Cheng Anzhi immediately went to the ring, fearing that he would be robbed if he was too late.

Both Hou Lan and Hong Ling raised their eyebrows, and the person next to them disappeared in an instant, and appeared on the stage in the next second.

Cheng Yan took another lollipop apart to watch Cheng Anzhi's performance.

It's a pity that he is not as powerful as the original owner, otherwise, seeing Cheng Anzhi's lovable personality, he couldn't help but teach him two tricks.

When Zhu Penglou saw Cheng Anzhi, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then he smiled, "Fellow Daoist, please."

Cheng Anzhi took out his natal weapon, the Meridian Umbrella. The body of the umbrella was completely black, with life-threatening thorns all over the umbrella, and it was icy cold in the sun.

Everyone in the audience was filled with emotion. During this trip, they might see more than half of the magic soldiers on the list of magic weapons. Anyone who came to the stage was by no means a pool of things.

Cheng Yan was watching with gusto, when he was suddenly targeted by a wave of hostility.

He straightened his body, looked at the window grille on the left attic, looked straight through the window grille, and saw the person hiding behind.

Cheng Yan opened his mouth and said silently, "What a coincidence."

'I can see it everywhere I go, and I have a tracking mark on me? '

'Come on, come on, what will happen when you come here aboveboard? '

'It must be missing me. '

Ling Jiuxuan squeezed his fingertips, and looked at Cheng Yan with a little hostility.

skillful?But unfortunately.

So what if it's a tracking record, you didn't erase it either.

He suddenly turned his gaze to Cheng Anzhi on the stage.

Cheng Anzhi suddenly felt a murderous aura, and was distracted, almost being hurt by his opponent.