After Mo Zun was born, every day was an asura field

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was so good at that time, or maybe it was because Bian Ze's tone at that time softened Bailiyan's heart for a second, and he naturally asked him to stay.

Never thought that he could really stay, Bian Ze's originally restless psychology became more active, and the eyes that looked at the master seemed to be burning with two flames.

Baili Yan looked at him, "Don't mess around."

Bian Ze rolled his Adam's apple, and asked him back, "Why is it considered nonsense?"

Bailiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing.

But Bian Ze got on the couch right away, the young man's figure was no longer the boy he was back then, and with a single bend, he could firmly cover the white-clothed god who led him out of the swamp outside Xiluo Village.

Shadows slowly spread over the master's eyebrows and eyes, Bian Ze watched carefully.

When Bailiyan looked back, Bian Ze spoke word by word, with a gentle and tender voice.

"Is that the case?"

The fluffy words fell, followed by a shallow to deep kiss.

Bian Ze has always known how to seize opportunities, just like this moment.

Before his master was about to speak, he seized the right opportunity without hesitation to enter.

At first, he attacked the city and looted the land brutally and unreasonably, and then his movements slowed down and were extremely gentle.

Bian Ze half-opened his eyes.

Unexpectedly, what he saw was the master who was closing his eyes and letting him do whatever he wanted. Then, as if he sensed his gaze, he raised his hand and patted him on the back lightly as if pampering him.

Bian Ze's breathing became lighter, followed by the doubling of possession/possession/desire, "Master..."

He called out in a low voice.

As soon as the words fell, Bian Ze's hands also started to move.

It seems that he is no longer satisfied with a simple kiss.

After a long while, a sighing voice sounded in the room.

"Ayan."

"Just leave me alone..."

Bian Ze looked at Bailiyan with deep eyes, and saw that the blue dot in Master's eyes seemed to be soaked/dyeed by the light of water, separated by a layer, hazy, but when he looked carefully, there was a hint of a smile.

In Bian Ze's eyes, it was like a provocation.

Bian Ze first smiled back, then lowered his head abruptly.

I don't know how long it has passed before there is a vague murmur.

"Really like......"

The follow-up voice came indistinctly and could not be heard clearly.

***

The next day.

According to Bian Ze's words, he stood out in the competition, and almost always beat his opponent with one move, as if he had answered yesterday's words about winning the first place, so he worked extra hard.

However, what everyone doesn't know is that his behavior is purely due to excess energy and nowhere to vent.

On the contrary, the elders of the various sects who watched the battle on the stage were stunned.

Among them, Qing Cang was the only one with a calm face who didn't pay attention to the competition among his disciples. On the other hand, Jing Shuo was still calm.

"There hasn't been any movement from Qingcang in the past few days, I guess he's waiting..." At this moment, Liu Wuxu said to Bailiyan.

Qing Cang is nothing more than preparing to wait until the winner is decided among these disciples before making a move.

Bailiyan nodded.

He has no worries about Qing Cang's side, and the former's every move is under his control.

Liu Wuxu saw that he seemed to have a plan in his heart, so he didn't mention it any more, but when he wanted to look away, he inadvertently glanced at Bailiyan a few more times, and was stunned for a moment.

Junior Brother Chang Yuan......

Who is he looking at?

With such a focused gaze, he originally thought that Junior Brother Zhang Yuan was cold-hearted and indifferent to everything...

Thinking in this way, Liu Wuxu looked in the direction of Bailiyan's line of sight, and saw Bian Ze who just happened to walk down the Bidoutai at a glance.

It seems to be a matter of course, Junior Brother Zhang Yuan really dotes on his disciples.

However, after thinking about it, it doesn't seem to be the case at all.

Liu Wuxu wanted to take a closer look, but Bailiyan turned his gaze away to Bian Ze, and the place where his eyes rested was Liu Wuxu himself.

"Chang Yuan, Junior Brother..." Liu Wuxu touched his nose in embarrassment.

Bailiyan hooked the corner of his lower lip, and his voice was clear when he spoke, "What are you looking at, brother?"

Liu Wuxu opened his mouth, wanted to say but didn't say, "It's nothing."

He must have thought too much.

Bailiyan laughed lowly.

This smile made Liu Wuxu puzzled again, maybe he didn't think much of it?

But the guess he thought of was too shocking, and Liu Wuxu let go of his doubts for a while.

Still calm down and watch the competition.

·

After several days of fighting, the final winner is about to be decided.

"Lianyi seems a little absent-minded." Liu Wuxu looked at Gu Lianyi's turn this time, and couldn't help saying something.

Bailiyan was noncommittal.

Gu Lianyi has been a little restless since he came back that day, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell it at a glance.

As for why I feel restless...

Bailiyan converges his eyes.

Liu Wuxu turned to search for Wen Huai, who was gathering with a group of fellow disciples at the moment, he was surrounded in the middle talking to other people, with a hearty and generous smile on his face, it was very easy to get people's attention Good impression.

"Nephew Wen Huai is still so popular." Liu Wuxu sighed.

He has never seen anyone who is more popular than Wen Huai. There are not a few of Xuan Qingzong who are sought after by his brothers, but Wen Huai is definitely the number one.

In the beginning, it was indeed Gu Lianyi who was the most loved by his disciples, but as time passed, they still liked Wen Huai who could mingle with him more than the gentlemanly and gentle senior brother.

Regarding this, Liu Wuxu also liked Wen Huai a lot.

Who doesn't like a sunny and handsome nephew.

Bailiyan smiled.

Wen Huai's temperament has something to do with the environment in which he grew up, another world... that is indeed a place worth yearning for.

And the young man who traveled across time and space to Mitian Continent also had a fatal attraction on him, an aura that could easily connect with others.

It's no wonder that the plot in the last book mentioned that after the protagonist Gu Lian and Yi Feisheng, Wen Huai followed closely.

There is no doubt about his heart and understanding.

·

The competition lasted for five days, Bian Ze was rich in experience, even if he couldn't use the magic power in his body, he still won the leader.

And Gu Lianyi didn't use too much power, and also suppressed the strength before the fusion of memory. In the last battle, he faced a late-stage Jindan Tianjiao from Tianjianmen, and was won by the opponent with a feint.

Wen Huai, on the other hand, just happened to have a second match after a tie with others, and lost due to insufficient supply of spiritual power in his body.

The competition among the disciples is over, and the day after tomorrow will be the real climax of the conference.

After announcing the rankings of the disciples of each sect, and when everyone was leaving the table, Qing Cang, who had not moved all this time, finally couldn't hold back, and came to make an appointment with Bailiyan to fight tomorrow.

Qing Cang's move, in the eyes of others, meant that the other party knew that Bailiyan's cultivation was far superior to him but still dared to make an appointment to fight, and he might be planning something.

They are all old fritters who have been in the cultivation world for many years, and anyone can see something.

Bailiyan readily agreed.

"Since the head of Baili has accepted, Qing will only wait for tomorrow to ask for advice." Qing Cang's gloomy eyes swept over him back and forth, and the pretentiousness in his words was even more undisguised.

Bailiyan smiled faintly, and replied softly, "It doesn't matter whether you live or die."

Qing Cang's pupils suddenly shrank.

After a while, he continued with a calm expression: "Okay, then life or death will not matter!"

He proposed the fighting method first, and Qing Cang has no reason not to agree.

And it doesn't matter whether it's life or death... It's not certain who will live and who will die.

As soon as Qing Cang thought this way, he suddenly felt a chill hit his body, sending chills down his back, and for a moment he felt horrified, as if he was being stared at by some terrifying and dangerous beast.

Bian Ze stared at Qing Cang coldly.

If sight could kill, it wouldn't be enough for Qing Cang to die.

Looking at his master with those eyes.

Qingcang...Damn it!

Just as Bian Ze's vision became more and more gloomy, he suddenly noticed Master's gaze.

For a moment, Bian Ze's eyes flickered slightly, and all the hostility in his eyes was restrained.

Until people are all astigmatized.

After Bian Ze left, he quickly circulated the demonic energy in his body and entered Baili Yan's room first. The moment the opponent entered the door, he suddenly stepped forward and stopped him. Waist/hug. Hold, and then deep. deep/lowered.

"Ayan."

Bailiyan, "Yes."

"Ayan..."

Sensing that his tone was wrong, Bailiyan lifted his knuckles and lowered his eyes to brush the loose hair on his back, "Be obedient."

Bailiyan knew that he must be angry with Qing Cang.

Bian Ze was really angry, wishing he could kill Qing Cang alive on the spot.

However, his Ayan made him obedient...

"Okay." Bian Ze responded.

Bailiyan laughed lightly.

In the next second, the belt seemed to be pulled/pulled by someone, and then the hem of the skirt was inserted/into a big palm.

When Bailiyan looked again, Bian Ze raised his head at some point, his eyes darkened, "I'm so obedient... how should Ayan reward me?"