My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

Yuan Hengluo sat on the side of the master of Jianzong, which had been prepared for a long time.No one from Lingyu Sect was left on the side of the outer disciples, so Pei Yu and Yun Baimiao naturally followed Chu Yao back to the position where the direct disciples should be.

As soon as Chu Yao arrived, his worst worries were gone.Pei Yu didn't pay attention to the subsequent competition, he kept his eyes on the entrance of Wanluo Field the whole time.Once the next round is over, it's time to go to Ronghuai to draw lots. After all, one or two people from Lingyumen should come back.

However, after staring at the whole night, the top two hundred to one hundred Jindan cultivators were all over, and none of the people from Lingyumen showed up.

Pei Yu: ...

Don't know how to play crazy, have you forgotten that their big brothers still have a competition?

At the dawn of the day, the old man entered the ring again, and read out the list of monks who participated in the competition from top to bottom, and the first one was Chu Yao.

"Jianzong, Chu Yao, a cultivator who transforms spirits."

Amidst the voice resounding throughout Wanluo Field, everyone couldn't help but look in the direction where Chu Yao was.

The flamboyant Young Sovereign, dressed in white clothes, leaped onto the stage with a rainbow-like aura, as dazzling as the sun, and the arrogance between his brows was evident.But no one thinks there is any disobedience. Such a person, let alone arrogant, can't arouse the slightest bit of jealousy even if he is arrogant.

Whoever called this person is too good.

Huashen, who is not yet 70 years old, is so rich in aura that even ordinary people can have a lifespan of more than 100 years. A monk in his 60s is no different from an eighteen or nine-year-old boy who has not yet reached the crown in the eyes of ordinary people.

And Chu Yao has not only been promoted to Huashen in his 60s, but more importantly, he has the golden spirit root that is rare in ten thousand years and the accompanying mutant thunder spirit root. Get the No. 1 Yuan Heng Sword Immortal in the world of comprehension as a teacher.

It can be said that Chu Yao has become what all monks dream of.

You need a talent that is rare and peerless, you need a strength that is envied by everyone, and you need a background that countless monks flock to.Even jealousy is a luxury, because the gap is too big!

Among the top [-] sects, Huashen monks accounted for more than half.

The monks who ranked in the top half were the first to draw lots, which is the right that the strong should have.Chu Yao took the lead on the stage, and he, who was ranked first, should naturally be the first to draw lots.

The first one to be drawn was the top ten cultivator of the puppet sect, who was also ranked among the top ten in the cultivation world, and the second disciple of the puppet sect's suzerain.

The puppet monk who has participated in several fairy gate gatherings is now stuck on the verge of five hundred years old.

He is also a well-known proud son of the top ten sects, and he has achieved excellent rankings in the previous competitions.I never thought about my last match, but I ran into Chu Yao who came to compete for the first time.

He won, because he was inexperienced in bullying the young master of Jianzong.

If he loses, he won't even be able to beat a rookie whose cultivation level is higher than his and who participated in the Xianmen party for the first time.

The second apprentice of the puppet sect master was in a dilemma.

All the lottery draws have been drawn, and the rest of the cultivators will leave the stage.

The moment the old man flew away from the arena, invisible threads of spiritual energy came out from his ten fingers, and the puppet in the early stage of transformation stood between the two of them out of thin air.The cultivator of the puppet is weak, and the master controls the puppet to fight.

Puppets don't know pain, as long as there is enough spiritual energy, the driver of the puppet is still there, and the parts are still available, they can fight endlessly.Puppets of the same cultivation level can often fight against each other.

Ordinary puppet monks can only control puppets that are one level lower than themselves, but Chu Yao's opponent is actually a puppet with an early stage of transformation into a god.This kind of talent is really rare in the puppet sect, and it is worthy of being the second apprentice who is especially valued by the suzerain of the puppet sect.

"Here we come!" Pei Yu cheered up on the spectating stage of Wanluo Field: "I heard that this puppet is made of the thousand-year-old lightning strike wood that the puppet suzerain personally brought from Leihai. Who is the stronger spirit root?"

A puppet in the early stage of transformation, an opponent at the peak of transformation.

In an instant, the field became one against two, and this is where the puppet monk is strong!Many versus few, it is rumored that when the puppets first appeared together, let alone the puppets of the same level, wherever the aura silk thread went, everything could be reduced to a marionette in the hand.

The moment the puppet appeared, Chu Yao sacrificed his magic sword at the same time.

The aura rises from the hilt of the sword, and the thunder is entwined. Even though there is still a distance from the Huashen ring, the intimidating coercion still makes people feel trembling.

"This oppressive feeling, if you know it, you've only been promoted to the high level of transformation, and if you don't know it, you think you've been promoted directly to the out of body." Pei Yu couldn't help sighing, and at the same time he put his elbow on Yun Baimiao next to him: "Hey, fight Let's make a bet, let's guess how many moves the little junior brother can win? Just bet on three months' monthly salary."

"Go on."

As soon as the voice fell, the figures of the two people on the field and a puppet disappeared immediately.

Thunder blows wind and sand, and fine stones become foam.

In the annihilation of the spiritual light, even monks in the out-of-body stage can hardly see the situation clearly.

Suddenly, with a sound of "Clang!", the wind and sand receded, and the black puppet on the field was forced to the edge of the ring, and its left hand was cut off from the shoulder.

The patchwork materials inside are fully displayed, and the arc is wound from the broken arm.

Chu Yao's eyes were sharp, he twisted his waist, and turned his right hand over.In an instant, one sword turned into ten thousand swords.The Sect Master of Sword Sect directly above nodded in satisfaction. As expected, he grew up with Yuan Heng, regardless of his cultivation level, but he already had a faint imposing manner of Yuan Heng.

Slashing his arm with a sword, half of the puppet's strength was abolished.

The second sword enters the gate of life, breaking the puppet's heart and mouth spirit stone.

After the source of the puppet's spiritual energy supply was completely destroyed, the puppet, which was as tall as ten feet, knelt down in response.

The aura thread of the ten fingers broke suddenly, and countless scars were split on the fingers, and blood flowed down. Before he could feel the pain, the sword aura had already shattered the aura shield that rose automatically from the jade pendant.

The three swords broke the magic weapon and defeated the peak of Huashen.

From the beginning to the end, a total of twenty breaths of time, the magic sword was sheathed.Chu Yao finally gave a salute to the opponent who fell out of the ring, his brows were flirtatious, and his etiquette was thoughtful and perfect.

The latter's face was pale, and he forcibly stabilized the aura fluctuations, retracted the puppet, saluted Chu Yao as well, and returned to his position.

Chu Yao exited and returned to Pei Yu's side.Regardless of the cold and arrogant appearance on the field, he is still a young man after all, he still remembers what the second senior brother said that he couldn't get the leader.

With his brows raised high, Chu Yao lifted his chin lightly: "How?"

Pei Yu nodded again and again: "Not bad, not bad, looking at this posture, I am afraid that now I have to fight with my senior brother, so I can barely fight you."

"Compared to what you said about Rong Huai?" Chu Yao wanted to see how the second brother's lie could go on.

Pei Yu grinned: "It's almost mean. He takes three breaths, and you take twenty breaths. Who do you think is stronger?"

Chu Yao: "Oh."

How blunt.

"This round has already started, you said that Rong Huai is so powerful, why haven't you seen it yet?" Chu Yao snorted lightly: "Could it be stage fright and dare not come?"

"It's not that I dare not come..."

Pei Yu looked at the previous location of Lingyumen, but it was still empty.It was hard not to worry about the junior brother being late for the competition, and now he started to worry about Lingyumen again.

People from Lingyumen will definitely not dare to come, but he is afraid that they will forget!

In the eyes of others, this Xianmen gathering is a good opportunity to compete for fame and fortune. Everyone is eager to make a big splash and shine at the Xianmen gathering.But he can guarantee that this Laoshizi Xianmen gathering is not as attractive as a piece of pastry in the eyes of Lingyumen.

On the other side, inside the room.

With a cold face, Chong Jin handed the pill to Rong Huai, and after the person took the pill, he handed the water familiarly.

"Cough, cough, cough."

While drinking water, Rong Huai turned his head sideways, frowned, touched his lips and coughed again.The already pale face had an abnormal blush due to the severe coughing.

Chong Jin hurriedly comforted him, and when he calmed down a little, he asked, "Is it better?"

"It's much better." Rong Huai said with a smile.

Chongjin pursed her lips and said nothing.

That's right, from the time he left Wanluochang and returned to the inn, Rong Huai started to feel hot before he slept halfway.I put on the cassock and protected myself tightly, but I still fell ill.

As if to verify that Rong Huai's body has indeed deteriorated a lot, this disease caught people off guard.In only a dozen days, the temperature was barely lowered after more than ten days of fever.Finally, the body temperature returned to normal, but the coughing did not stop.

Wiping off the water stains on his lips, Rong Huai said, "Have Master and Junior Brother been here today?"

"En." After adjusting the cloak, Chong Jin said, "Don't worry, they don't know."

"That's good." Rong Huai rolled his eyes: "If they know, they can only be anxious, but it will disturb their fun. It's just that I'm bothering you again these days."

This person is like this, thinking about others when he is sick.But they really can't help Little Eleven. If they knew that Rong Huai had been sitting in Wanluochang for two days, he would have gotten sick from sitting, and they might all be standing here with red eyes, crying Xixi's appearance is a headache to look at.

Thinking about it, Chongjin looked impatient: "You know you're bothering me? You've been sick for so many days, it's unlikely that you'll get better quickly and don't bother me for a while."

"Okay, I'll fight."

Seeing that the man still had a good temper and answered seriously, Chongjin: ...

this nerd.

Helping Rong Huai to go to bed to rest, when he was drowsy, Rong Huai did not forget to ask: "It has been delayed for a few days, is the fairy gate party competition coming to me soon?"

After twisting the quilt for someone, Chongjin looked coldly: "Even if it's you, you can't go until you're in good health."

After a while, Rong Huai fell asleep completely.

Chong Jin looked at the bright red spot on his forehead, it was not an illusion, but now it is even more glaring and glaring, almost like bleeding.

A guess gradually surfaced in his mind, he put down the bed curtain, put on the aura mask, turned and left the door.After a dozen or so breaths, the door opened again, and Chong Jin came back holding a pot of fifth-grade elixir that Fang had bought from the innkeeper.

The moment he stepped into the door with Lingzhi in his arms and closed the door, before he was three feet away from Ronghuai, the elixir in his hand had withered, died, and its roots had turned black and rotted at a visible speed.

Sure enough.

Chong Jin lowered his eyes, and spiritual energy came out from his palm, instantly destroying all the elixir and pot.

The results of the first [-] great sects were very comparable, especially for the cultivators who transformed themselves into darkness. Their aura fluctuated and rushed out of the ring several times. Fortunately, there was a magic circle covering them, which did not hurt the cultivators on the viewing platform.

Before I knew it, more than seven days passed.

Seeing that the golden core cultivator has reached the last pair, the next round of winners will be drawn soon. If the person whose name is read is not present at that time, it will be regarded as an abstention.

In the end, there was still no one at Lingyumen, Pei Yu was flustered, and wished she could rush out of Wanluochang, find out the people from Lingyumen and bring them back one by one.

"boom!"

Under the shock of the last spiritual light, one of the monks fell out of the ring, and the competition of the top [-] masters came to an end.

"Second senior brother, what are you looking at? Are you still looking at your so-called Rong Huai who can compete with me?" Chu Yao followed Pei Yu's gaze, and the entrance of Wanluo Field was empty.

Not to mention monks, I didn't even see a single fly.

"Could it be possible to leave directly? It shouldn't be."

Hearing that his second senior brother still refused to give up, Chu Yao was too lazy to argue with Pei Yu.He was also stupid, to believe Pei Yu's nonsense, Shi Shiran withdrew his gaze, and once again landed on the old man who announced the victory on the ring.

Soon it will be his turn to play the lottery again.Rather than waiting boredly on the viewing platform, he still prefers to compete with others, even though those people can't handle his moves at all.

"It's here! It's finally here!" Pei Yu beside him saw something and excitedly tugged at him: "Junior brother, look quickly, it's here."

"What's coming?"

"Rong Huai!"

It's that name again, is it bothering you?So far, have you not given up coaxing him?

Chu Yao's impatience rose to the extreme, he opened Pei Yu's hand that was holding him, and looked in the direction Pei Yu pointed.

His haughty gaze went straight through the sea of ​​thousands of people and landed on the entrance of Wanluo Field. At this moment, twelve people entered the entrance.Everyone's temperament is good, and the two in front are the most eye-catching.

"The person in the purple robe is Rong Huai's contracted god-transformer, named Chongjin. The person next to him wearing a red fox cloak and a blue robe is Rong Huai."

Got a contract to transform into a god?

No cultivation base, but took three breaths to deal with Rong Huai, a cultivator who transformed himself into a god?

Is there really such a person?

Chu Yang looked straight at the person named Rong Huai. The gorgeous cloak was draped empty on the thin body of the man. The elegant blue robe and the bright red cloak blended together, without any gaudy and flamboyant feeling, but indescribably comfortable and pleasing.

As if he was sick, the man lowered his head, his satin-like black hair hung down from his shoulders, his pale hand pressed against his lips, and the sleeve robe slid down his wrist, revealing a white wrist like bamboo.

This is such a crooked, crooked, sick young man, who is worthy of being compared with him?

I don't know if it's too arrogant and sharp, or the staring is too obvious, the latter seems to be aware of his gaze.

With a slight pause in his footsteps, the sick man raised his head and looked over.

At the moment when he saw the face clearly, Chu Yao was taken aback, but he reacted immediately.Hearing Pei Yu who was still bragging about Rong Huai, Chu Yao crossed his hands, and instead of looking at the nervousness of being discovered by others, he raised his chin contemptuously at Rong Huai, the provocation, arrogance, and disdain in his eyes were fully revealed.

He showed all the malice that shouldn't be shown to strangers.

As he expected, the latter would definitely show humiliation, anger, or bear the humiliation because of his status, but it didn't.

The man just twitched his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't quite understand why Chu Yao would be hostile to him.Then he smiled politely at him, nodded slightly, and greeted him briefly with great restraint and courtesy, and then gently looked away.

Chu Yao: ...

After a while, until the people of Lingyumen had returned to their original positions.

"Eleventh, twelve." Pei Yu looked left and right, and then took a few glances at the entrance where Rong Huai and the others came in just now: "It's strange, why didn't the senior from Lingyumen come? Neither did Rong Huai's competition today." Come and see?"

"By the way." Pei Yu thought of the little junior next to him, and pulled him again: "Did you see, Rong Huai, that is the Rong Huai I told you about. Let me tell you, if the lottery really matches later If you miss him, you have to be careful..."

After talking for a long time, the people beside him didn't say a word. Feeling something was wrong, Pei Yu turned his head and saw his junior brother in a daze.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you looking so engrossed?"

After being pulled by Pei Yu several times, Chu Yao came back to his senses suddenly, and then opened Pei Yu's hand with a palm: "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing? I want to ask what are you doing? What are you looking at so engrossed?"

As if thinking of something, Chu Yao stagnated, and said uncomfortably: "It's nothing."

Why did Pei Yu feel that his junior brother suddenly became strange? He looked at him carefully and asked in confusion, "Why are you blushing?"

The author has something to say:

Sorry for being late orz

Revise it carefully in the morning, let's just wait and see.