Quickly wear me to find true love for the male protagonist

Moyu is a high-grade magic weapon refined by Moyi. I don’t know how many people want it, but Moyi gave it to a stranger. So along the way, no matter who greeted Moyi, They have to take a look at Sheng Yiyan intentionally or unintentionally.

He doesn't blush and his heart doesn't beat, he accepts everyone's scrutiny, and strives to show his most perfect side. After he leaves this world, when people think of him, they will say: "Ah! Is it that handsome man? It turns out It's him..."

Sheng Yiyan was inexplicably proud.

Mo Yi tightened his arms, pressed him against his chest, buried half of his face in his sleeves, and then spoke to the person opposite: "Well, this is my little apprentice, Hua Nu."

The burly man laughed and said: "Unexpectedly, Immortal Moyi accepted another disciple, but he didn't have time to give you a beloved disciple a gift."

Mo Yi said lightly: "No need, I will give my apprentice the gift of meeting."

The big man laughed again when he heard the words, saying that Mo Yi was too fond of this little apprentice, Mo Yi looked down at the furry head in his arms, his eyes doting.

"No way, this one is disobedient, has poor spiritual power, and has a bad temper, so I can only pamper her."

Under the layers of clothes, Sheng Yiyan heard the whispers in his ears, and the tips of his ears turned red.

The martial arts meeting was held in Cangwu Mountain. Mo Yi jumped down holding Sheng Yiyan, and a strong aura was inhaled into his lungs. Sheng Yiyan was surprised that the aura in this place was even stronger than Qinxue Mountain.

Mo Yi explained in a low voice: "Although Cangwu Mountain has a lot of aura, it is not suitable for the establishment of sects. That's why the Martial Arts Association is held here every year, and it is also a way for disciples to practice."

Sheng Yiyan nodded. There was too much aura, and he was a little dizzy, so Mo Yi took him to the cave where they stopped.

Every three years in the Martial Arts Association, there will always be one or two Tianjiao-like figures among the disciples of various sects, and this year is no exception.

After the polite words were finished, the martial arts competition began on a high platform that could accommodate white people.

The first ones to play were a man and a woman. Sheng Yiyan only saw two people, one using a sword and the other using a fist. After a short moment of competition, before he could see clearly, the two of them ended. The result was the male disciple who used the fist. won.

Every game, two people from different sects would go up to compete. Sheng Yiyan was dazzled for a while, and suddenly saw the figure of his senior brother on it, and immediately became energetic.

"Master, look, it's a senior brother!"

Mo Yi also looked up at the high platform, and Fang Heng looked at him seriously.

Needless to say, the senior brother's cultivation base, even in Xianlingmen, there are few opponents, so he won the opponent easily in this round.

Sheng Yiyan was sincerely happy for Fang Heng and jumped up in joy.

Probably because his joyful look was too ostentatious, the senior brother of the male student on the opposite side was very unhappy when he saw it, and silently remembered Sheng Yiyan's face.

Enemy road is narrow.

Before he could say a polite word, the other party started to strike. Sheng Yiyan reacted quickly, turned around and dodged, and then elbowed out. In the air, he quickly backed away and avoided the enemy's palm again.

The two clashed fiercely, and Sheng Yiyan's spiritual power was not as good as his, so he was a little physically weak.

Those who came to participate in the Martial Arts Association were naturally the best of the best, so how could there be useless ones?So after Sheng Yiyan struggled for a few tricks, he was shot down, and he lost.

Sheng Yiyan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up and said with a smile, "Congratulations, you win..."

"Shua—" Unexpectedly, that person suddenly struck out again, and sent Sheng Yiyan, who had already surrendered, into the air.

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small theater:

Sheng Yiyan: Master, I was bullied??

Mo Yi: Where is the Mo jade that your teacher gave you?tie him up.

Sheng Yiyan: But master, he has a backstage??

Mo Yi: Don't be afraid, the backstage is tougher than him as a teacher, and the disciples go up and bully him back.