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

As Lian Heng said, there were as many as hundreds of sects participating in the battle of Tianjiao, and the number of people present increased by more than ten times. The battlefield was crowded with people in an instant, but the only ones who could really sit on the ring and watch the battle were the three sects that are now famous in the world of cultivating immortals. Six factions and nine small mansions.

All of their leaders, elders, were famous figures in the previous Tianjiao Wars, and they had also shaken the sky with a sword and a song, attracting the attention of thousands of people.

There are a total of [-] spectator seats, and there is a sea of ​​people below, and there are only a few people sitting here now.

Xia Miaolu raised her hand and half covered her lips, leaning on the chair and half twisting her body, she smiled charmingly at Wen Nong, who was sitting next to her: "Young Daoist Wen, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you still have the same charm."

She has a slim figure and a charming appearance, and she seems to have a particularly seductive temperament. Such a smile attracted the prying eyes of many monks in the dark, but the handful of people at the table were indifferent.

The female cultivators of the Scarlet Phoenix Sect have always been the most coveted existence among the cultivators. They have special skills, and they are all rare beauties. If they practice together with each other, it will be extremely beneficial to both parties.

It's a pity that the female cultivators of the Red Phoenix Sect are very high-minded. The male cultivators they like often don't pay attention to the dual cultivation, but seek to enlighten themselves and seek immortality.

With his right hand, Wen Nong clasped the Xiao Flip chair and leaned on it. His handsome appearance was cold, and he said coldly, "You are welcome, fellow Daoist Xia is the one who still has the same demeanor."

Xia Miaolu wanted to continue talking, when she saw another group flying towards the sky from the corner of her eye, she sighed, "The group of monks who always like to be troublesome are here."

Wu Zen's Buddhist voice will suppress her soul-snatching technique.

After she finished speaking, she stroked her long hair casually, and the demon-like allure on her body faded a lot, but this still did not affect her own excellent appearance.

Xia Miaolu was always smiling, but she didn't see the revulsion in the sober eyes of some monks below.

She has always believed that beauty is something that is given to people to make people feel happy and comfortable, not to be used for obscenity.Whether it's charming or flamboyant, some people don't have any dirty thoughts, and her eyes are so clean that her heart is moved when she sees them.

Xia Miaolu smiled and changed into a slightly seductive posture. The Scarlet Phoenix School is secretly known as a witch, but ah, her red lips curled up and her eyes were tinged with irony.

Those who can practice the orthodox skills of the Chifeng School are all the daughters of Tianjiao. The so-called dual cultivation is just an insignificant effect in the skills, but some people are so arrogant.

How dare you say that the sisters of the Red Phoenix Sect are high-spirited?

I don't know what to do.

Xia Miaolu shook her hand to Wu Xin who was sitting down: "Master~"

At the end of her words, she dragged on a bit, and then brought out a faint smile.

Wu Xin lowered his brows and said with unchanged expression, "I dare not take it."

It's an exaggeration to call it a master.

Fan Dun, who had been sitting for a long time, couldn't help laughing out loud: "I said, Fellow Daoist Xia, since you sat down, you've been teasing everyone, why don't you stop for a while?"

Xia Miaolu glared at him lightly, and couldn't help laughing: "Isn't that the person you want to tease the most hasn't arrived yet? If you say that the most fun to tease is naturally those sword cultivators of Hongjianzong who draw their swords at every turn."

Wen Nong listened to their laughter and looked down. The sound wave from the long sea of ​​people was completely blocked by the barrier, which also allowed him to concentrate and see people leaning toward the ring from a long distance away. Look at all kinds of expressions.

After a while, he looked back with a flat face and looked at the seat above.

Will that person come?

There are many small sects who participated in the Tianjiao War for the first time, and they may only have this once in their lives. The Tianjiao of those top sects and them may only meet in this life.

Zhang Yuan came from a small sect in a remote place in the vast world of cultivating immortals. Although the sect is located in a remote place, fortunately, the resources are good and they are only one sect, so there will be no headaches of competing for resources.

This is the first time he has participated in the grand event in the world of cultivating immortals - Tianjiao War, and it is also the first time for their sect.

He never thought that he, who was regarded as a genius by his sect, had any capital to be proud of.

Zhang Yuan looked at the spectator seats in front of and above the arena with fiery eyes. The eyesight of monks is generally excellent, and he can see those who have outstanding temperament and arrogance from such a long distance.

They just sit there quietly, and they are already the most special existence.

At this time, there was a strange noise beside him, and after Zhang Yuan casually glanced at the source, he couldn't look away anymore.

His face was lost, and he just followed the man in a daze. He didn't come back to his senses until the man entered the spectator stand, and realized that his slightly stupid behavior instantly showed a half-ashamed and half-infatuated look on his face. red.

But he was by no means the only one in the arena.

The sea of ​​people below continued to heat up to the boiling point like warm water, and then they kept frying the pan. Their fairly organized team tended to collapse. The monks who restrained the team all looked up at the sky with dazed expressions. Wave after wave.

According to their eyesight, they naturally saw the white-clothed friar who came with the sword, covered with a quiet and lonely chill, and looked down gently, the natural coldness between his brows could not hide his gorgeous face.

They looked up, lost their hearts and souls, and never forgot, but they only dared to stand where they were, not daring to go forward. The piercing sword intent on that man was like that beautiful and unparalleled face, which made people instinctively afraid. Think more.

When the strength reaches a certain level, the beauty will also be poisoned.

The sun is warm enough, but no one dares to hope to possess it. They only secretly grow joy in the sunshine that is sprinkled like a gift, and stop quietly.

Duo Yao brought Yan Shuo to stop on the spectator stand, and breathed a sigh of relief. At that time, he had already flown into the air with Yan Shuo and Yu Jian, and it was not good to let him separate Yu Jian by himself. For the first time, he had a sense of presence. Such a strong person, Yu Jian, made him quite uncomfortable.

Duo Yao felt something at that time, Yan Shuo may be a little guy who is extremely dependent on him in his eyes, but this does not affect him from becoming a man who has to take responsibility.

He glanced lightly at Yan Shuo who was behind him, and immediately smiled brightly, as young people always seemed to be like this when facing him.

But Duo Yao was thinking that the Son of Destiny belongs to human beings, and the one who can save the world is God.

He withdrew his gaze, but instead of taking the first seat, he stood behind the chair, but unexpectedly, his behavior attracted many surprised looks.

Duo Yao helplessly explained: "I'm just accompanying the elders, and the leader is Senior Brother Mang Song, who will arrive later."

Xia Miaolu quietly sat up straight before Duo Yao fell to the ground. Although she didn't care what others thought of her, she couldn't make him stand up for this person who was as cold as ice and snow but also as clean and bright as ice and snow. Don't take it to heart like others.

She looked at Duo Yao many times, and there was nothing to hide, as many people in the banquet did.

A unparalleled person like an exile, standing upright like an orchid blooming in the deepest part of the valley, it is fine when it blooms silently, but once it is exposed to the eyes of the world, it is a supreme treasure.

The white-clothed monk seemed to be aware of it, looked at her hesitantly, then bent his lips and smiled, and then slightly looked away.

Xia Miaolu couldn't help tangling the skirt on her knees with her hands, feeling a little heat welling up on her face.

She only felt that the other party was far better than her Soul Seizing Technique.

He exists like this, as if he was born to make people understand what soft-heartedness is.