Mie Shiwen's male protagonist can read minds [Quick Transmigration]

Hongjianzong left the martial arts competition ring for the disciples to compete with each other as before, surrounded by many disciples watching, but looking carefully, the ordinary inner disciples shrank their heads silently, and did not dare to chat and laugh like they used to.

The eldest disciple of Xuanyin Peak, the fifth disciple of Qianzhen Peak, the fourth disciple of Yuan Yao Peak...

It was only at this time that the direct disciples who had never been seen in the past rarely appeared together, all of them looked at the stage with serious but somewhat ugly faces, and looked away when they got behind, their faces turned slightly blue.

"This guy is simply not human." Ling You, the second disciple under the head of the sect, gritted his teeth and whispered to the senior brother Hong Geng who was beside him. Yu Xiao, who usually loves to spin around, was tightly bound in the palm of his hand and couldn't move.

Ling You's elegant demeanor, which has always been a dignified gentleman, lost his composure after witnessing Yan Shuo's advancement again, and when Yuxiao turned again, there was also some anxiety visible to the naked eye.

Hong Geng's face was calm, and he couldn't tell what his mood was. He looked calmly at the young man who was completely suppressing his opponent on the stage.

Perhaps, compared to the character of the boy when he was young, the other party who is full of grandeur is not suitable anymore.

Now he can already take on the word of youth.

Hong Geng lightly brushed the hilt of the sword with his fingertips, turned away from watching the match that had already been destined to end, and left.

"Senior brother?" Ling You looked at Hong Geng's back with some doubts, hesitated a few times and stayed.

"--boom!"

The sword's light suddenly brightened, with a domineering momentum, and the instantly spreading power caused the disciples in the audience to take a small step back unconsciously to avoid the sharpness of the sword.Even if some disciples were rational enough to not hurt themselves, they instinctively took a step back when they really came into contact with this overwhelming sword energy.

When the sword force dissipated and reacted, some of the direct disciples' faces darkened a little soon.

He definitely did it on purpose!

Wei Luo of Refining Peak was slammed under the ring by the terrifying sword light, turned his head and opened his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of thick blood. He took a few breaths before relieving the feeling of being about to hold his breath.

Yan Shuo's eyebrows drooped slightly, a trace of impatience flashed quickly, and a beautiful sword in his right hand hid in his body.Just now, the dazzling and fierce sword power slowly settled on him, but Yu Zhuoran's extraordinary demeanor attracted many female disciples' faces to become pink and their eyes became unnatural.

Time is like quicksand, and pinching fingers is gone, and for monks, they don't even have time to pinch their fingers, the quicksand has already dispersed, and six years can only leave a thin mark in their minds.

Unless someone gave this extremely short six years a different meaning.

In six years, Yan Shuo's brows and eyes have long opened.And the gradual integration of the soul of the previous life and the consciousness of this life also made the strong coercion in his bones leak out no matter how he hides it for a long time.

Thick black eyelashes covered the jet-black eyes, and every time he moved his eyes, there would be a strange and evil intention, and his lips were always too scarlet as if stained with blood, but these small changes would only make him more handsome. There is more inexplicable attractiveness in appearance.

Especially those female disciples felt that the other party's appearance and demeanor pierced their hearts.

Wei Luo spat out the remaining foam in his mouth, stood up on the ground and arched his hands and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Junior Brother Yan, for your mercy."

If it wasn't for the opponent's intention to let go of the sword just now, I'm afraid his current injuries will be more than that.

Yan Shuo raised his hand to return the salute, and said with a gentle smile, "Brother Wei accepts."

Wei Luo couldn't help but smile bitterly. In just six years, Junior Brother Yan was able to win the championship in the Inner Sect Grand Competition, and strongly suppressed all the direct disciples who participated in the competition.

Even if the two sides lose in the first battle, the result of giving him time with his terrifying talent is still uncertain.

It has only been six years since the other party embarked on the journey of cultivating immortals.

Wei Luosiji felt lonely, he had been on the fairy road for more than a hundred years, and he thought he was also a genius. Compared with the person in front of him, it was fine to lose, but such a tragic defeat really hit his confidence.

This match was intended to sharpen himself, but he truly realized the gap between the two and the change of mentality was beyond his control.Wei Luo took a deep breath, and the injury in his chest also felt a dull pain, and he suddenly remembered what his master said before going to the battle, and felt a little relieved.

When the master learned that he was going to the battle, he looked at him with disgust before saying: "Regardless of success or failure, don't take it to heart. There are only a few people with that guy's qualifications in the world of immortal cultivation, and the last one is his." Master Jiuling Peak Peak Master, Ying Huo Ru, do you want to compete with Haoyue?"

Wei Luo, who had seen the Lord of Jiuling Peak from a distance, felt unwilling to completely fade away at this time, and once again returned the salute to Yan Shuo: "I wish my brother a prosperous journey in the future."

Yan Shuo finally gave some reaction when he heard this sentence, and looked at him with some other colors in his gentle but indifferent eyes. Although this guy was a bit annoying, his words were still pleasant.

Wei Luo was quickly taken care of by the disciples of the Refining Peak and left, and most of the people under the ring also dispersed. It's not that they didn't want to stay, but the direct disciples here and Yan Shuo on the stage seemed to form a circle.

A circle that they can't get in, and they don't have the right to get in.

The jade flute that was spinning in Ling You's hand stopped, holding the jade flute with his right hand behind his back, he flew up to the ring with a few moves: "Junior Yan has advanced again, congratulations, it is really difficult for such a young Nascent Soul Late Stage!" See."

Yan Shuo looked at Ling You, who was a few steps away from him, and there was no disturbance in his heart. The gradual fusion of consciousness meant that more and more differences appeared little by little.

Like at this time in the previous life, he was afraid that his spiritual roots were sealed for so-called experience, and these personal disciples did not begin to appear in his life until he broke through the seal of the spiritual roots.

Just like he couldn't understand the decisions Hongjianzong made, Hongjianzong didn't understand why he hated the world so much until he was defeated by the demon army.

Probably because the world has been letting him down, he has a pair of eyes and a heart, and he has the destiny to save the world, but he has not found anything in the world that should be saved.

Therefore, if it is not worth saving, then destroy it.

Thinking like this in his previous life, Yan Shuo also set the final ending for this world.

I hate it after all.

Yan Shuo smiled and said, "It's all thanks to Master."

After the words fell, Ling You's hand behind his back holding Yuxiao suddenly tightened, and the smile he showed was a little more bitter.

It wasn't that he was thinking that Master was bad, but he always thought that people like Junior Martial Uncle would only hang high in the sky, and that a glance down occasionally was enough to make them feel a little joy in their hearts.

The appearance of Yan Shuo broke this default and became the only special one, and the talent he showed complicated their minds.

No malice, just panic.

Will be left behind by that person.

Yan Shuo had a panoramic view of their reactions, and slowly closed his eyes indifferently, thinking of the scene before Duo Yao retreated four years ago.

"Do you want to become immortal?"

Before entering the cave, Duo Yao suddenly turned around and asked Yan Shuo, Qing Lie's voice became colder and colder due to his physical discomfort in recent days, and what he asked seemed to be just a whim.

However, Yan Shuo had the illusion that if he thought about it, the other party would have a way. He knew better than anyone else the way to restore the fairy ladder, but the person in front of him would not and could not know.

At that time, Yan Shuo didn't think much about it, his mind was focused on Duo Yao's rarely exposed neck bone, the beautiful and white neckline was connected with the looming clavicle line, and the delicate complexion caught people's eyes no matter what.

Relying on his master's habit of not paying attention to others when meditating, his gaze became more and more unscrupulous, and the words he said with all kinds of charming thoughts in his heart were a little careless.

Thinking about it now, because his mind was not on the question at the time, and his memory was a little fuzzy, did he think or not?

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