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

The Tianjiao War is held every 200 years, and it belongs to the competition meeting of the peerless Tianjiao on the righteous way of cultivating immortals.

Once there are more forces involved in anything, it will never be as simple as the original intention. The original Tianjiao war was simply to find a reason for the younger generation of peerless Tianjiao in the world of cultivating immortals to compare their differences and move forward together. .

It is a conference that is beneficial and harmless and can encourage each other. At that time, the rewards for the winners were mostly commendations, and they did not expect rare and expensive treasures.

But as time goes on, when the scope of this Tianjiao war gradually spread to all the top-ranked sects in the world of cultivating immortals, the rankings of the Tianjiao gradually evolved into the faces of the sects, and some things were destined to be the same as before. Not the same anymore.

From the top three sects to the bottom nine ranks, whether they are ranked high or not, many things can often be seen from the talents who play in the battle.

The Tianjiao sent by the sect to fight must have one elder leader and two guardian elders, and the elders should be at the Nascent Soul stage or above.

Tianjiao's age is between [-] and [-], and his cultivation must be alchemy or above.

These two items alone have stumped many little-known sects, and it is even more difficult to find those who are talented and can be called arrogance. Comparing the disciples' alchemy everywhere, the gap can be seen.

There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a few hundred arrogant people.

There are only a handful of peerless geniuses who stand at the top and stir up the situation in every era.

"Junior Brother, are you going to take them to the secular world after the Tianjiao War?" Hongcang frowned, he was hesitant to speak, but he obviously didn't want to. Take care of yourself.

But if you talk about something practical, he might not be able to beat his junior brother.

Thinking about it, Hongcang couldn't help coughing dryly, but without showing any other expression on his face, he hurriedly said again: "Junior brother, look at the autumn things are dry..."

Duo Yao's tone was gentle, but he interrupted Hongcang's words without hesitation: "Brother, it's already spring."

Hong Cang, who had been in retreat for several months, was speechless. He was helpless when he saw his junior brother who had always held his own opinion. He never knew what rejection was when facing his junior brother. If it wasn't for the fact that he was cautious when accepting apprentices last time, he would have nodded and let go.

Now that the conversation was interrupted, Hongcang smiled helplessly and said, "It's okay for the younger brother to accompany you, and the other two elders will go with you, but I can't rest assured that you want to take them to the secular world alone."

Duo Yao said seriously: "I will protect them."

Hongcang can't always say bluntly that he is not worried at all about whether you can protect those little guys, but whether those little guys will drag you down and tire you and get hurt.

Hongcang's face was slightly tangled, and he tentatively said: "There must be a reason?"

After pondering, Duo Yao concealed the fact that the magic formation in the nine mountains of the fairy world had a connection with the secular world, and changed his words after considering the sentence: "I see that there is a place in the secular world that needs to be destroyed by the pure and yang sword energy, and The Tianjiao sent by the Hongjian Sect to participate in the battle this time all meet this requirement, so I will take them with me after escorting."

Duo Yao misunderstood Hongcang's attempt to speak again, and said in a louder voice, "I must be the core caster of the spell, and no one else can replace it."

His expression was slightly condensed, and there was a seriousness on his face, which was always frosty and indifferent. His demeanor was still the same, but when he swipe at others, he could not avoid the cold and indisputable power.

Just one glance made Hongcang swallow all his words, he looked a little dazed, but he asked again without saying anything: "The sixteen Tianjiao juniors will only take eight with them, can one elder go with them?"

Duo Yao shook his head lightly: "No, the auras that have grown up on their bodies will make it impossible to implement the entire formation, unless they are extremely far away from me, but that's really dangerous and they won't be able to make it in time."

And it is better to deal with the evil land that can cause the change of the sealing magic formation as soon as possible. The sword energy of the eight directions is pure and yang. Sharp momentum.

And the eye is still him.

It can only be him.

The secular world will not produce any powerful ghosts due to the limitation of aura, and the magic cultivators are not as rampant as they used to be because of the suppression of the righteous way in recent years.

Most importantly, he will always protect them.

What Hongcang wanted to say was perfectly blocked by his junior brother, he was silent for a few breaths, turned his head and said with difficulty: "Pay attention to your body."

He is in a high position that ordinary people can't imagine, but he can't protect his junior brother. He can't explore the other party's background, and he can't rely on this so-called senior brother status to bring any concern to the other party in the name of an elder. pinned down.

Duo Yao sighed lightly: "Brother, I am really fine."

But what he got was Hongcang's gaze of "you are comforting me again", Duo Yao pursed his lips lightly, and stopped trying to speak.

The eyes that were slightly turned away seemed to be slightly annoyed, and there seemed to be a little more freshness in the temperament of the exiled fairy who lived alone in the world, and the corners of Hongcang's lips could not help but bend when he saw this scene.

"Don't force yourself."

Hongcang didn't ask any more questions, and didn't intend to persuade him any more. He stared at Duo Yao and told him again in a serious tone.

Duo Yao had no choice but to respond.

As one of the guardian elders of the team sent by the sect, the master of Jiuling Peak went to the Tianjiao battle with them.

Once the news was confirmed, the mental state of Hongjianzong's younger generation was obviously much better these days compared to the previous few days. The disciples who had confirmed their places in the Tianjiao battle were even more gentle when they drew their swords. They lowered their heads and wiped their swords seriously There will be a smile on the side.

Yan Shuo was watching these changes, and there seemed to be a gleam of coldness between the slightly closed eyelids when he closed his eyes.

The green-clothed jade crown is elegant and graceful, and he stands quietly aside, which is an independent scenery.

There is already a lot of peripheral light cast towards this side secretly, Yan Shuo's spirit is so powerful now, he doesn't need to open his eyes to know who is there.

Meaning of admiration?

Yan Shuo turned the word around a few times in his mind, but he only felt nauseated. The things he vomited up were the blood and bones of his previous life, and they were crushed into a pile of crumbs.

He is a monster. The thing he didn't remember in this world just preserved the last bit of humanity for him, but he with all the memories knows what kind of monster he is.

He put on human skin and coveted the master who looked up and covered his eyes full of grace, but because of the suspicion deep in his heart, he was not afraid to use the coldest malice to speculate on the other's behavior.

Why, did you not exist in the previous life?

This is a point that he can never let go of his guard.

Adoration, just listening to it seems like a warm word, if such a word must be given and given.

It can only be him.

"Brother Banquet."

The plain voice reached his ears, Yan Shuo lazily opened his eyes and looked at Hong Geng standing in front of him.

Upright, cold, with a sword in his left hand.

What a gentleman's attitude, it's a pity that he has been looking forward to it for a long time in the previous life, but he has not seen this sword drawn.

Yan Shuo's eyes were covered with haze: "Elder brother."

Hong Geng's body was cold, and the hand holding the sword trembled. Just now, he felt a palpitation in the face of a terrifying bloodthirsty giant beast. He quickly focused his attention on Yan Shuo: "Junior Yan, your sword intent is dead."

There is no sharp image of a sword cultivator breaking through all obstacles.

If you don't want to break through all dharmas with a single sword, you must at least achieve the sharpness of going against the current, and even with such a little sharpness, the talented young man in front of you has not achieved it.

"Really?" Yan Shuo asked lightly.

Hong Geng looked at the faint coldness hidden in the young man's eyebrows, his gaze sank.

He knew that he shouldn't talk too much, but he is the senior brother of Hongjianzong and the next head of the guardian sect in the future. Sometimes private thoughts are not allowed to gain the upper hand. Whether the idea comes from the heart or the overall situation.

But what he wanted was the way of the sword, and he swung his sword down, but he wanted to have a clear conscience.

"Master Uncle is about to select eight Tianjiao to follow him to the secular world. You should know the message, but these eight have requirements for sword intent."

"Your current sword intent--unqualified."

……

When Duo Yao was looking at the information of the sixteen Tianjiao who participated in the battle, he saw a familiar name.

He propped up his chin and tapped the flashing name on the jade slip with his fingertips. Thoughtfully, his eyelashes were lowered to cover his beautiful eyes, only occasionally moving slightly to reveal a provocative arc.

"Huayan?"

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After sitting on the bus for seven hours, people are almost stupid (wipe away tears)