Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

If there were no precedent, like everyone else, he might never associate Yan Su and Shou Sheng together. But back then in the cave in the Secret Realm, Mu Shi clearly heard the maid named Chun Tao say that his master was Yan Su.

Even though she denied it later, Mu Shi knew clearly that the strange fire was in the girl named Chun Tao, but the rumor spread among the Immortal Alliance turned into that the strange fire was contracted by Yan Su.

No matter what, it is enough to show that Chuntao and Yan Su are inseparable, but from beginning to end, the man who has been inseparable from Chuntao has always been the man named Shiyi.

Hearing Mu Shi's words, Fu Sheng felt his hands and feet go cold. It would be fine if Mu Shi asked this in private, but now they were in the middle of a competition and the projector would broadcast their every move in real time. Although only the magnified image would have sound and the rest would only display the picture, Fu Sheng didn't dare to bet on this possibility.

What's more, there are people from the Immortal Alliance on the scene. If the projector happens to enlarge the image of her and Mu Shi, and Mu Shi's words get out, the Immortal Alliance will become suspicious because of Mu Shi's words, then Yan Su will be in big trouble.

As of now, Yan Su has not yet entered the Thousand Machines Tower and has not obtained Qian Qiuxue, so he cannot directly confront the Immortal Alliance.

Fu Sheng flatly denied: "I don't know what nonsense you are talking about. It's understandable that someone can be completely different from the inside out, from the inside out to the temperament?"

Afraid of getting into trouble if he continued chatting, Fu Sheng didn't want to continue chatting with Mu Shi, so he just turned over and rode on the white tiger's back, ready to leave.

Seeing Fu Sheng's actions, Mu Shi's expression was still as indifferent as the wind. He said softly: "I just set up a formation. The video camera outside can't see us or hear our conversation at this moment. You don't need to be nervous."

Upon hearing this, Fu Sheng paused as he was about to call Xue Naling to leave.

It turned out that Mu Shi was picking up stones just now to set up a formation to block the video camera's prying eyes!

Fu Sheng was relieved, but he still didn't admit it: "He is really not Yan Su."

Mu Shi looked at Fu Sheng with his blue eyes and said seriously: "Yan Su saved my life. I won't hurt him. I just want to know the answer."

-

Ever since the big screen turned to Yan Su's side, it hadn't switched again. Everyone was watching so intently that few people noticed that two images suddenly turned black.

The leader of the Duxian Pavilion was the first to notice it and couldn't help but frowned: "Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Venerable Changxu was sitting next to the master of the Duxian Pavilion. Hearing his surprised voice, he asked.

When Venerable Changxu asked this question, the other leaders and venerables all looked towards the head of Duxian Pavilion.

"Two images are dark." said the leader of Duxian Pavilion.

Yunshu Tianzun had been watching Yan Su's movements. Hearing this, he looked at the two blackened small screens and said in surprise, "Those are the pictures of Zhen Jiaming and Mu Shi."

He remembered the position of each disciple of Tianyan Sect on the screen, and the two black images were clearly those of Zhen Jiaming and Mu Shi.

"They encountered each other before the scene disappeared." Feng Yunqing also noticed this situation and said, "Mu Shi is a genius in formations. It is possible that Mu Shi blocked it intentionally."

The master of Duxian Pavilion is also a formation master, and he was stunned when he heard Feng Yunqing's words.

He seemed to want to say something, but before he opened his mouth, he heard a deafening sound from the curtain on the stage.

The few of them didn't have time to think about what was happening with Mu Shi and Fu Sheng, and immediately looked at the screen again.

The battle on Yan Su's side was still being broadcast on the big screen.

The dark red veins were like thin threads, entwining Yan Su's feet and arms, becoming more and more numerous, and finally almost wrapping Yan Su into a ball. It was so dense that from the outside, it looked like an airtight ball of fire.

Seeing that the ball of fire was getting bigger and bigger, everyone became nervous.

"So scary... Is this the strength of a heavenly grade nine-star monster? So strong..."

"Is this disciple safe? Why doesn't he crush the token?"

"Could it be that his hands and feet are trapped and he can't move?"

Just when the audience was worried about Yan Su's life safety, a loud explosion was heard on the screen.

The sound was so loud that it caused the field to tremble slightly just by coming from the screen.

Along with the loud explosion, the ball of fire in the picture also exploded. The flames spread all over the screen and floated down from the sky, revealing a tall and graceful silver-faced man inside.

He didn't seem to be injured, but his clothes were torn. The cloth that was previously entangled by the fire seemed to be burned through, leaving a series of criss-cross marks and a charred black color.

But this does not affect its unparalleled elegance at all.

Amid the dancing flames in the sky, the silver-faced man stood suspended in the air, looking as graceful as a god.

This scene immediately fascinated the female monks in the stands, while the male monks were shocked by the strength of the silver-faced man.

In short, both men and women burst into a thunderous cheer.

"Oh my god! So strong!!!"

“Ahhhhhh, what’s the name of this man with the snow lotus mask? Why have I never known him?!!”

"Who is it! Who is he?! He is so awesome!!!"

At this moment, the visual feast and the psychological admiration for the strong intersected with each other, and everyone's curiosity and admiration for Yan Su reached its peak.

However, in fact, Yan Su was not as relaxed as he looked to the audience outside. His spiritual power was greatly depleted and his body was injured by the dark red stream of fire just now.

In his past and present lives, fighting against opponents of higher levels has long been commonplace for him, but that doesn't mean the process is easy.

At the moment the ball of fire that wrapped Yan Su exploded, the body of the Red Liao Lion King shook violently, as if he had suffered internal injuries. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and his huge figure took a few steps back.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yan Su raised his right hand, and the shadow of a sky-lifting sword took shape behind him.

Without giving the Red Lion King any time to react, Yan Su controlled the phantom of the spiritual sword and stabbed it directly at the Red Lion King's forehead.

The spiritual sword was so powerful that its shadow seemed to be real. It pierced through the Red Lion King's eyebrows, splashing blood.

Then the Red Lion King fell to the ground.

The audience watching this scene burst into thunderous applause and cheers, their faces flushed with excitement.

"Dead! Dead!! The Red Lion King is dead!!"

"This disciple actually killed a Heavenly Grade Nine Star Monster!!!"

The stands were boiling with excitement. Fan Qing from the Immortal Alliance was also excited and exclaimed: "Who is this man wearing the snow lotus mask? He was able to kill the nine-star Red Lion King!"

Hearing Fan Qing's words, Jun Wuchi, who was sitting next to him, stared at the man on the screen, and his lips curled up slightly under the half fox mask: "How could he die so easily?"

At the same time, the leaders and venerables of the three major immortal sects were not as excited as the cultivators on the stands. They stared at the image of the Red Lion King falling to the ground on the screen and frowned.

"This monster has advanced." Mo Ziya's brows were gloomy and his tone was a little heavy.

"Also, there is a tendency to go berserk."