Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

Shen Yuzhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an intriguing smile. Ouyang Ming... didn't expect to meet an acquaintance.

The eldest son of the Ouyang family, one of the four major families in Baiyujing, later ranked fifth on the Qitian List. He is extremely talented, a close friend of Shen Yuxiu, and has excellent eyesight.

Noticing someone was watching him, Ouyang Ming looked back and thought for a while, but he didn't notice any familiar breath. Was it an illusion?

"Zhang Jue, come and compete with this fellow Taoist." He looked at a scarred monk in the crowd. His huge body was like a small mountain, and he carried a big knife on his back, which was still covered with undried blood.

Zhang Jue took a big step forward, and the other cultivators looked at him enthusiastically. This man was the leader of the mercenary association. He had made a name for himself in Tianyun City with his wild sword. Many people were keen to team up with him to go out and look for opportunities.

“Zhang Jiao, Zhang Jiao, wahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

"Remember to show mercy, he's still a teenager."

"I know." Zhang Jue sneered, dragging the mad knife on the ground and rubbing it to create a large amount of sparks. Then he suddenly lifted it up and held it on his shoulder. The mad knife made a loud "bang" sound.

"Just let this kid see the dangers of the mercenary association."

The surrounding monks immediately made room for them, and many monks from the periphery gathered around to watch the fierce battle.

"Zhang Jiao has fought many people and never lost. Now we are going to have a good show."

"He's won over twenty rounds already. He's practically unbeatable in the entire Mercenary Club."

Listening to the discussions around him, Yu Zhao clasped his hands together, raised his eyes and said seriously, "Can you give me a weapon that suits me?"

Her beauty was too eye-catching, and with so many people and eyes on her, it caused a commotion. This was her grave after her death.

But the others were unaware of her concerns and laughed wildly. Even Ouyang Ming couldn't help laughing out loud. He made a gesture and asked the monk next to him to bring out a weapon rack.

"These are all left behind by deceased cultivators. If you can pick them up, then take them."

Some were conventional cold weapons, some were spirit-summoning banners, magic mirrors, and long swords. Most of them were damaged and stained with blood. There was even a long sword with a burnt arm on it, which made people's scalps numb.

Yu Zhao stepped forward and picked up a long sword, his eyes flashing slightly. He was just used to using this.

The nearby cultivators were in an uproar, and became interested. "Are they all sword cultivators?"

"I'm a little short, so the long sword is not very convenient for me to hold."

Yu Zhao and Zhang Jiao were some distance apart, but seeing her swinging the knife very smoothly, and her aura changing in the instant she grasped the knife, he had a serious look in his eyes.

As a casual cultivator who has been hanging around outside for many years, he cannot be looked down upon by anyone, especially a sword cultivator like him.

The girl's black cloak fluttered, and her face could not be seen. Only her light-colored eyes could be seen, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Zhang Jue couldn't help swallowing and tightened his grip on the knife. It was strange. The opponent's cultivation was obviously lower than his, but his powerful aura was far superior to his.

It was the kind of look that only comes from someone who has killed countless lives and has been tempered through hard work in the mire.

The long-lost feeling of oppression and the sudden appearance of spiritual light around him made Zhang Jiao step forward immediately, swinging his sword wildly, and the iron rings on it struck against each other, making a crackling sound.

The Mad Blade is made from thirty-one pieces of spirit beast bones, making it extremely hard. The dead beast's soul was incorporated into the weapon during its forging, so every time the blade is swung, the opponent can hear a terrifying wail.

The mad lion roars a hundred times!

A golden lion phantom appeared in the air, forcing the surrounding monks to retreat half a step. Yu Zhao blocked it calmly and immediately counterattacked with the long sword in his hand.

Zhang Jue stepped back to avoid the fatal blow.

In an instant, the two figures intertwined and fought hard to separate.

"I underestimated that dwarf. I didn't expect he was actually quite capable."

"I should have made a bet earlier. It's a bit of a disadvantage."

The monks around were enjoying the fun and were discussing the battle enthusiastically while watching it.

The two colors of spiritual light mixed together and became more and more intense. Ouyang Ming stood beside Shen Yuzhuo without knowing when, looking at him with dark eyes. The cloak could only protect other people, and his pink clothes and bun were clearly visible.

But that mask is a bit weird.

He could tell at a glance that this was a girl with extraordinary looks and outstanding temperament. No wonder she brought good servants and was so loyal.

"Miss, aren't you worried that your servant will make a mistake and be killed by Zhang Jue on the spot?"

If you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. In a boxing match, it is not uncommon for someone to be killed accidentally due to poor control of force.

Shen Yuzhuo frowned, and was very unhappy with the title of "girl", but the word "servant" at the end made him feel more comfortable.

"She's got a tough life, she won't die."

Hearing the indistinguishable male and female voice, Ouyang Ming felt a strange feeling. He spread out his folding fan and smiled, "Young lady, you only brought one attendant with you?"

Shen Yuzhuo smiled calmly, but with an inexplicable hostility in his eyes. "So what if it is, so what if it isn't? What? You want to be my flower protector?"

Ouyang Ming choked when he thought he was being treated as a playboy who was trying to pick up girls. This girl had a very sharp tongue. He shook his head and turned to look at the duel not far away.

The two seemed to be tied, but in fact the trend was one-sided. Shen Yuzhuo found an empty seat and sat down, drinking tea slowly, his eyes looking at Yu Zhao's fighting figure intentionally or unintentionally.

He didn't want to admit it, but the girl did have some strength.

If she continued to consume it, her spiritual power would not be able to bear it. The spiritual power reserves of the Foundation Establishment Stage and the Golden Core Stage were completely on a different level. Yu Zhao pinched a seal with one hand, and the thorny vines broke through the soil, suddenly drilled out, climbed onto the black boots, and restrained Zhang Jiao on the spot.

The more he struggled, the tighter his brows knitted together. He swung his knife to cut through the vines, and the broken vines turned to ashes in an instant.

While he was looking for Yu Zhao, the cold blade was already hanging on his aorta, and the blood in his body, which was boiling due to the battle, almost solidified.

"The winner has been decided." Yu Zhao's cold voice sounded behind him.

Just stop when you're done. This is a test, not a gladiatorial arena. She retracted her knife and took a half step back, her chest heaving violently. "Thank you."

Zhang Jue no longer had the same attitude towards the strong man as he did at first. He not only saluted respectfully, but also showed awe in his eyes. He praised him sincerely, "Fellow Daoist, you are very skilled."

The thin man under the cloak was carrying great strength. Everyone widened their eyes, almost unable to believe what was happening at the moment. Zhang Jue, who had never lost before, was defeated by an unknown boy today.

"No way, did Zhang Jiao really lose?"

"Is this really true? Are your eyes just for show? Tianyun City is truly full of hidden talents. Many powerful cultivators have arrived recently."

"It seems like they're heading for Dragon King Valley."

Tianyun City has been a bit restless recently, with many cultivators from other places visiting. However, most of them brought their own people with them, filling up the inn.

Only Ouyang Ming is so unique that he comes to the mercenary association to recruit people.

It’s not that he didn’t bring anyone with him. On the contrary, he brought twenty Jindan-stage cultivators with him, but they were intercepted and killed on the way, leaving him alone.

This was a warning from others to the Ouyang family, asking them not to interfere with the opportunities in Dragon King Valley.

Ouyang Ming sighed lightly, feeling quite helpless.

Many monks covet their family.

Because their clan has a unique skill of observing qi, "three calculations in one step", they can find a way out of any disaster. Of course, they cannot say that their accuracy rate is 100%, but there is still a minimum of 60%.

And Ouyang Ming has 70%.

Relying on this secret method, they made friends with many powerful monks, who provided them with a lot of help and cultivation resources, making them even more powerful. It also made the Ouyang family a popular family in Baiyujing.

Ouyang Ming, fanning himself, walked towards Shen Yuzhuo, who was drinking tea, wanting to make some friends. Someone with great luck was worth his time and attention. Seeing him approach, Yu Zhao stepped forward to stop him, his eyes alert, "What do you want, fellow Daoist?"

Could it be that he has taken a fancy to Shen Yuzhuo?

The girl before seemed nice and easy to get along with, but the one in front of her... was quite scheming, and she was afraid she couldn't control her.

Ouyang Ming's face froze. No, why did everyone treat him as an idle playboy? Wasn't his face handsome enough?

The young man was puzzled. "No, the master is talking. Why are you, a little servant, causing trouble?"

Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow and denied, "I'm not a servant."

Surprisingly, Ouyang Ming was even more curious. She hadn't denied it just now. "Then what is your relationship with her? Why are you so protective of her?"

Friend? He's probably not quite. Yu Zhao thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "He's an important person."

How can the people who benefit from it not be important?

The voice just fell.

puff!

Shen Yuzhuo's pupils trembled, and the tea he had just taken a sip of sprayed out. He lowered his head and coughed. "Important person? Could you please not talk about the relationship that could cause misunderstanding?"

From what he said, Ouyang Ming guessed that the two were childhood sweethearts. After the young man became an immortal, he resolutely brought the mortal girl along on the path of cultivation. It was really touching.

Ouyang Ming patted Yu Zhao's shoulder and said obscurely, "Brother understands you."

ha?

A bunch of question marks popped up in Yu Zhao's mind. What do you know? Explain it clearly.

With the qualifications to join the team, the two went to the window to receive a temporary jade token to facilitate their travel in Tianyun City. This was also one of the reasons why Yu Zhao wanted to come to the Mercenary Association. They would unconditionally support independent cultivators.

Anyway, I don’t plan to live in Tianyun City permanently, so after going to Dragon King Valley, I have to find a sect to stay in.

"Chang Qing, a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage, a sword cultivator." Yu Zhao's voice came from the black cloak, and only half of the young man's head could be seen.

He also watched the battle just now. The young man in front of him performed very well. His exposed palms were calloused and the backs of his hands were covered with scars, but judging from his bone age, the person in front of him was only thirteen years old.

The young man controlled his spiritual power to write, respectfully handed the temporary jade token to her, and then looked at the young man beside him. They were together.

Shen Yuzhuo didn't say anything. He was thinking about what name he should choose. Yu Zhao couldn't think of any good name either, because everyone in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons was called Tiezhu, Erniu, Gousheng, etc.

"His name is Shen..." Yu Zhao looked at the jade pendant on the waist of the girl not far away, which had the word "Jiao" on it.

"His name is Shen Jiaojiao."

Looking at the temporary jade token in his hand, Shen Jiaojiao, a mortal, Shen Yuzhuo's temples throbbed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You did it on purpose!"

Such a name!

Yu Zhao turned a deaf ear to him, shrugged his shoulders and said casually: "I think it suits you very well."

He is closely related to being pampered.

Yu Zhao put his hand on his neck and pulled him out to the next place to find some protective magic tools. The climate in Dragon King Valley is unpredictable, so they have to prepare winter clothes to withstand the severe cold.

Otherwise they would be frozen into ice lumps.

"By the way, I just helped you fight, please pay me the appearance fee."

"How much?" Shen Yuzhuo pinched his brows. This money-obsessed guy.

Yu Zhao hummed, clapped his hands and said, "Just a simple 100,000!"

Simple? Listen to what you are saying! Shen Yuzhuo's heart sank. Before he could set foot on the road of cultivating immortality again, he was already in debt.

Stinky Siming, I don't know what he does for a living! Did you rewrite his fate?