Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

What kind of person is that?

The lines on his face were soft and delicate, his fair skin was as smooth and delicate as porcelain, his long hair flowed like a waterfall, swaying in the wind, his figure was slender and tall, as slender as an ice sculpture, his lips were red and his teeth were white, revealing a hint of coldness and mystery.

His eyes were cold and his gaze was indifferent, as if he was equally distant and indifferent to everyone he looked at. His cold eyes would not have any ripples or be touched by anyone.

Every step he took seemed to be on the clouds, and nothing in the world could touch him.

Everyone stared blankly at the Immortal Master Shan Xuan who looked like a god descending from heaven, and completely ignored the Immortal Master who was so angry that he jumped off the wall next to him.

"You little bastards are simply the worst group I have ever seen! What, you still want to fight? Come on! Fight me and let me see! Come on!" Song Fangle landed on the competition stage and angrily cursed at the people below the stage.

After cursing for a while, he noticed that no one at the scene was looking at him, not even his fellow apprentice sister.

Song Fangle paused, turned his head and looked at Guan Xuqiu following their dull gaze.

he:........

How could he not figure out to come with Guan Xuqiu?

"Whoever looks again, Immortal Master Shan Xuan will not choose him!" Song Fangle shouted.

In an instant, everyone's heads turned to the side and their eyes moved away from Ji Bai's face.

Including Shang Qianyu.

After turning his head, he finally reacted and lowered his head slightly, with the loose hair on his forehead blocking his eyes.

His pupils were unusually black, hiding clouds, darkness, abyss, black and white flames, and emotions that others could not understand or guess.

The hand hanging beside the leg slowly clenched into a fist, then slowly loosened it, and finally just the bony fingers curled up lightly.

Song Fangle looked at the young boys in front of him and felt secretly happy.

Fortunately, he came with his junior fellow apprentice.

He coughed lightly, then stood up straight, acting like a leader.

"This disciple selection contest has allowed me to see the future of you young people and the hope of Yue Dao Sect! Thank you to all the disciples for participating in this selection contest. It is your efforts that have made this contest so exciting and perfect!"

Everyone in the audience was applauding, which further ignited Song Fangle's desire to continue speaking. He opened his mouth, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Guan Xuqiu taking a step forward.

He closed his mouth, looked at him and asked, "Junior brother, who do you like?"

Before he finished speaking, everyone turned their heads in unison, looking at the Immortal Venerable Shan Xuan with nervous and burning eyes.

Shang Qianyu, who was standing in the audience, stared at him with a paranoid look. When he saw his eyes fall on Qi Gui, his slightly curled fingers suddenly clenched, and the veins under the tattered cloth suddenly appeared.

Didn’t you give him the bracelet and say you wanted to take him as your apprentice?

Isn't he number one?

Didn’t you like touching yourself in your previous life?

Why did he have to look at the thing that he could kill with just a pinch?!

Shang Qianyu's eyes darkened, and he looked at the god-like man with a paranoid look.

It was as if as long as that person didn't choose him, he would be able to break the seal in his body, and then personally capture that person and hide him in the demon world, leaving him alone to play with him.

He would arouse his greatest desire for himself, make him sit on him and beg him to touch him, to comfort him, his cold eyes would be stained with tears of desire, and his red lips would follow him to kiss him.

Shang Qianyu's breathing gradually became heavier.

The next moment, a pair of cold eyes fell on him. Shang Qianyu paused slightly, and then the gloomy eyes disappeared instantly, turning into a pitiful look.

He looked up timidly at the people on the competition stage. His dirty face and misty eyes made him look very pitiful.

[It’s him, he is the male protagonist Shang Qianyu.] 818 said in Ji Bai’s mind: [Boss, don’t be fooled by his pitiful appearance! He is reborn.]

Perhaps it was because Ji Bai's gaze stayed on Shang Qianyu for too long, the person who had been dissatisfied with this useless spiritual root stood up and said to the Immortal Venerable Shan Xuan on the competition stage: "Immortal Venerable! He has useless spiritual roots. He must have cheated in the selection competition to get first place!"

The person next to the person who was speaking also stood up and said, "Immortal Venerable! This useless spiritual root is not worthy of being your disciple!"

"I have objections to this conference. This person must have won the first time through abnormal means. Otherwise, how could he defeat Qi Gui, who has a third-grade spiritual root, with his useless spiritual roots!?"

"How can he, a useless spiritual root, participate in the disciple selection conference!?"

The first-grade spiritual root who was eliminated in the first round was very dissatisfied.

They admitted that their strength was indeed not strong, but why would a person with useless spiritual roots be the first in the selection conference?

If he hadn't won first place, Immortal Master Shan Xuan wouldn't have even looked at him!

Why would someone who is not as talented as them but uses unscrupulous means to obtain a rank that does not belong to him be seen by the Immortal Venerable Shan Xuan?

"Waste spiritual roots?"

Song Fangle was stunned for a moment, then his eyes fell on Shang Qianyu, and the next second, his brows frowned.

A useless spiritual root cannot be cultivated at all, so how can he possibly defeat Qi Gui who has a third-grade spiritual root.

What's more, Qi Gui has already entered the Qi Refining Stage and has initially mastered the use of spiritual energy techniques.

“I didn’t cheat!”

The young boy's immature voice sounded, his black eyes were misty, and in the face of everyone's doubts, he stubbornly said that he did not cheat.

"How could you not have cheated! You used cheating methods to participate in the Yue Dao Sect's disciple selection competition, and you also used tricks to beat Master Qi! How dare you say you didn't cheat!?"

Shang Qianyu bit her lip and shook her head to insist that she did not cheat.

All the contestants were condemning him, and Song Fangle frowned slightly.

If this young man with useless spiritual roots were allowed to join Yue Dao Sect, it might cause public outrage and bring a bad reputation to Yue Dao Sect.

He cleared his throat and was about to speak when he was interrupted by someone beside him.

"May I have your name."

A clear voice sounded faintly, and all the people who were arguing with red necks in the last second stopped and stared blankly at the people on the competition stage.

But the god-like man's gaze was still on the dirty beggar.

Shang Qianyu bowed helplessly and stammered, "Reply... Immortal Venerable, my... my name is Shang Qianyu."

"Well, you can follow me from now on."

Shang Qianyu suddenly looked up, looking at the cold man on the competition stage with sparkling eyes.

"What, you don't want to?"

"No, no, no! I do!" Shang Qianyu took a step forward anxiously and spoke quickly, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would go back on his word if he spoke for more than a second.

Ji Bai nodded slightly, feeling that this place was even noisier than 818, and turned around to leave.

818 indignant: [Boss, I am a smart and intelligent system. Every word I say is important. Why do you think I am noisy? ]

"Immortal Master! He absolutely cannot be your disciple!!"