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

The strong make the rules, and powerful formations are Cui Yu's capital.

The clan emblem in the air flashed with golden light, and conspicuous golden characters appeared before his eyes.

Yu Zhao stared at it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. In Qingcheng Mountain, her master would explain or demonstrate it to her directly. He was very patient and rarely let her read alone.

The books in the attic seemed to be confidential and were secretly locked so that she was not allowed to read them.

Two years have passed, but he still can't read a single word. All he does all day is go out and chop people with a knife, and fight with loud noises. However, his technique of destroying corpses has become more and more skilled.

I do recognize the words Elder, Qingcheng Sect, and Haoyun Sect.

Leng Quanyi, who was sitting beside her, was even more confused, with an appearance of dementia. Her mother had never taught her anything, so she could only speak. The characters in southern Xinjiang were like twisted earthworms, and she didn't recognize any of the square characters in front of her.

The semi-literate and illiterate people looked at each other, and no one dared to say a word.

The little girl was stepped on to death when she was born. Now she was only a few days old and her eyes were dazzled when she saw the big words. She covered her eyes with her furry paws, fully displaying the spirit of an ostrich.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t read, as long as you can’t see!

The little green snake sneered at the big words. Seeing his arrogant and casual eyes, Xiao Ji thought he knew him and looked at him with admiration.

"I didn't realize you, a stinking snake, actually have some ink in your belly."

It turns out you are a cultured person. I am so sorry for your disrespect.

The next second, the little green snake raised its tail and shook it impatiently.

"Why would I need to learn to read? My clan all communicates through eye contact. Only the lower races, the human race, haven't fully developed enough yet and need writing to communicate. Some idiots don't have very good brains and are prone to making spelling mistakes."

He spoke as if it were a matter of course. Yu Zhao's mouth twitched, and he knew that this snake could not say anything good.

Eye contact…

What if a snake has poor eyesight?

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, which was the sound of the flying boat landing.

There was some noise coming from outside. Yu Zhao looked up and saw a figure standing not far away. He held a sword in both hands, standing tall and heroic. His outstanding appearance was particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

The other party seemed to have noticed her gaze and looked over here, but Yu Zhao had already set his sights on the other disciples of Haoyun Sect.

Shen Yuzhuo moved slightly, lowered his eyes and stroked the hilt of the sword in his hand, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.

Yun He on the side was concentrating, staring straight at the flying boat in the clouds, his focus a little strange.

I silently thought to myself: He is definitely not as handsome as me, he is definitely not as handsome as me!

"Cough cough cough-"

In the clouds and mist, a hunched figure walked out of the cabin. When he saw the wrinkled face clearly, he almost smiled. Although he was not as strong as the other person, he still won in terms of appearance.

whee.

Yunhe bared his big teeth and was extremely happy.

He put his hands over his face, turned his head slightly, and whispered to Shen Yuzhuo, "Look, I knew that old man Cui Yu would look like this. I win."

Old man?

Shen Yuzhuo was full of question marks. He pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "This is not Cui Yu."

The next second, three female disciples walked down from the flying boat, each more beautiful than the other, with completely different styles.

The girl in the green dress was pretty, but a bit shy. She stayed beside the girl in black, carefully tugging at the corner of her clothes. The girl in black had a long knife on her back and exuded a murderous aura, giving people a sense of alienation. The mask on her face covered most of her face.

The woman in the blue and white disciple uniform was a little older, with an extraordinary appearance and calm eyes. It was obvious that she had seen a lot of things.

Actually...

Song Yulan was furiously complaining to the two people beside him: "There are so many people, I'm a little panicked. Is this what a first-rate sect looks like?"

"Damn, their clothes are made of good material and fit so well. Their storage bags even have gold thread."

The most important thing is.

"I really want to fight them!"

The master gave her many instructions before she left, but she forgot everything because she was so eager to fight.

Yu Zhao crossed his arms, his eyes fixed on the plaque of their Haoyun Sect. He looked at it for a long time, as if thinking about something. "This is made of thousand-year-old purple pear blossom wood. A palm-sized piece is worth tens of thousands of spirit stones. A piece this big in front of me must cost at least a million."

Big sects are so arrogant!

Millions of dollars are hung directly at the door, just for fun.

This staircase is also nice. I haven’t figured out what it’s made of yet. There’s a big piece of jade inlaid on it, and the teeth on this stone lion seem real. I just don’t know if I can pick some of them out when the time comes.

The emerald green hairband moved slightly, and Yu Zhao was suddenly stunned. She lowered her eyes to look at her arm. It turned out that Leng Quanyi was pulling the corner of her clothes with some force, and then one hand slowly pinched her two fingers under the cover of the sleeve, which was warm and cozy.

I thought she was a little nervous, after all, it was her first time meeting so many people.

She calmly held her hand with her backhand and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, Senior Sister is here."

The girl had black hair and fair skin. She blinked her bright eyes and quietly tightened her fingertips again.

But what I was thinking in my mind was something else. Who was senior sister looking at? She was staring at him so intently. Was he as pretty as her?

Yun He stood there but did not take his eyes off the flying boat. Come on, start a bet and let him see who Cui Yu really is!

A sleeve like a flowing cloud quietly appeared in front of everyone. A few petals of pear blossoms were blown down quietly, passing through the sleeve and spinning in the air. The surroundings were silent.

The young man strolled down from the flying boat, his face covered with white gauze, delicate and handsome, his hair slightly blown by the breeze, like a banished immortal who had just come down to earth. His every move was so pleasing to the eye, showing his unique and elegant style.

His jet-black hair hung down like fine silk, and even the ordinary white gauze had a priceless texture of shark gauze.

Cui Yu's lips curled up slightly, with a faint smile, like a spring breeze in winter.

The group of disciples were stunned and exclaimed in surprise.

"Holy crap! Are the disciples of Qingcheng Sect so handsome?"

"Junior brother, someone is threatening your position as the most handsome man in Haoyun Sect."

A disciple took a closer look and said in astonishment, "That's not right. Aren't there three exchange disciples? Including the monk who's driving the boat, there should be four. Why are there five people now?"

Yun He's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was still brainwashing himself.

"This is not Cui Yu, this is not Cui Yu!"

Shen Yuzhuo's eyes were dark, and he didn't know what had stimulated his master again. Looking at such an abstract master, he broke his fantasy with an expressionless face and whispered clearly in his ear: "This is Cui Yu."

These words were like the most vicious curse. Yun He's whole body stiffened, and he let out a bitter smile. His eyes widened and he wished he could twist and crawl on the spot. His handsome face seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

Jealousy can make a person unrecognizable. He covered his aching stomach and forced himself to move forward, intending to make a final struggle. He asked with his teeth almost broken.

"Who is Elder Cui Yu?"