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

The young man in white silently watched Cui Yu and Yu Zhao interact, a dark tide surging in his eyes. His long eyelashes hid the emotion in his eyes, and he silently tightened his grip on the sword-marked scabbard.

Maybe he just can't stand Yu Zhao.

Yunhe saw all of this. Xiao Liuzi's look... was a little different from usual.

When he didn't listen to his advice and insisted on practicing the ruthless way that had ruined countless sword practitioners, he wanted to smash his head open and slap him hard with a bean peg!

But in the end, he got angry and got angry.

The red shreds of paper left on the ground by the explosion of firecrackers were in a mess, large pieces, like a winding river of blood, just like the tragedy of the extermination of the clan that year.

Shen Yuzhuo was a little dazed and staggered, and it took him a while to recover.

A hand came down hard on the shoulder and pressed down hard.

"Junior brother, you look a little weak." Qin Yun looked at him strangely, and almost fell to the ground when walking on flat ground.

Before Shen Yuzhuo could speak, Le Li stuffed his candied haws into his mouth and said, "Eat more delicious food to replenish your body."

Shen Yuzhuo was a little troubled by his senior brother's enthusiasm, "Third Senior Brother, I don't..."

The end of his words was blocked by a pig's trotter. It was an old pig's trotter that Qin Yun had found from somewhere. "You're welcome. Second Brother bought a lot of pig's trotters!"

The Haoyun Sect made such a grand ceremony that they even laid out a red carpet. If you didn’t know, you would think someone was having a wedding.

Yunhe stood above and chattered a lot before letting everyone go. He plucked a feather from the bluebird's back to pick his teeth. The bluebird glared at him fiercely, but ultimately did not attack him.

Yun He picked his teeth and sighed, "Tsk, this free-range chicken is quite fierce..."

A young man walked over from a distance. It was the foreign aid formation master he invited - Xiao Xiaoxiao.

"Why are you looking for me, old man? Where's that old fellow Cui Yu? Look, I don't need to use formations to attack him..."

Before he could finish his words, Yun He interrupted him. He made a shushing gesture and corrected him seriously, "That's not an old boy. That's my lost confidant from my youth. He's my best friend."

He spoke with such emotion and a lewd smile that Xiao Xiaoxiao got goosebumps all over his body. "Didn't you ask me to blast that old guy?"

He quickly grasped the point and said with displeasure, "Besides, you said last month that I was your only confidant and that you were the best friend in the world."

"You and I are the second best in the world." Yun He's eyes were firm.

Xiao Xiaoxiao's temper flared up, and he grabbed his collar with both hands and asked, "Why?"

You change your heart too quickly!

Last month we were drinking and chatting happily, saying that the peak welcomed hypocritical supporters and the dusk witnessed devout believers. Now I believe in him as a close friend who is honest and reliable.

"You were a quarter of an hour late, so I just demoted you. Now you are second in command." Yun He rubbed the tip of his nose and spoke calmly, feeling that it was very reasonable.

Xiao Xiao laughed: "???"

On the other side, the ceremony ended and a group of people were finally ready to go to Tianfang Temple.

The Tianjiao Conference is held in a different venue every five years. This time it is the Wanjian Sect's turn to host it, so all disciples have to report to the Tianfangtan of the Wanjian Sect.

"Boom—"

After a long whistle, the flying boat took off. Clouds and mist spread out, gushing around the huge flying boat.

In the cabin, Yu Zhao put the blue bird that her master had just handed to her on her shoulder. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but the blue bird seemed to be much lighter.

"Senior Bluebird, have you been losing weight secretly without telling me?"

"Disciple...oh no." Qingniao coughed lightly, shaking her round belly, and tilted her head to look at her, "Yu girl, I have never been heavy."

Yu Zhao nodded seriously. It was indeed not heavy before, just overweight. Now it was much lighter. If her master had not stuffed it into her hands, she would have thought that the blue bird had been swapped.

After a while, the spirit sword of the wandering cultivator in the air suddenly turned, approached the cabin, and skillfully chatted with the elders of Haoyun Sect.

Then three wandering cultivators boarded the boat.

A quarter of an hour later, another ten wandering cultivators boarded the boat, and more and more came on board as time went on.

Yu Zhao couldn't count them anymore. The boat had turned into a bus, and it was packed with people. In order to prevent herself from being squeezed off, she pulled her junior sister back to the small room in the cabin.

With a "creak", the door was opened and quickly closed, completely isolating the noise from the outside world. Song Yulan arrived late, bent over and gasping for breath. He drank several sips of tea before he recovered.

"There are too many people on this flying boat!"

"Isn't this flying boat the private property of Haoyun Sect?"

Yu Zhao sat on the bed beside her, and Leng Quanyi massaged her legs.

"I heard that the flying boat requires too many spirit stones to drive, and Haoyun Sect wants to make some extra money every time they go out, so they can go as long as they pay money."

Song Yulan: "..."

"I understand, but..."

She opened the window and could vaguely see an iron chain hanging below the flying boat in the clouds. People were standing, squatting, or hanging upside down on it in strange postures.

There is nothing you can't think of, only they can't do it.

There was even a monk lying down who blew a kiss to the three of them.

"Is this okay?" Song Yulan couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. She really didn't want to complain, but she couldn't help it. She was afraid that the flying boat would not be able to fly and would suddenly fall down.

Yu Zhao stood up at the speed of light and closed the door with a "click".

There are standing tickets, seated tickets, and hanging tickets.

There is no such thing as overloading in the world of cultivating immortals. Any unreasonable thing can exist. There is no need to worry that the flying boat will be overloaded and crash. After all, Haoyun Sect is a first-class sect, and its reputation is obvious to all. From a certain level, it is still quite safe.

"Those independent cultivators are all very smart people." Yu Zhao commented lightly.

Leng Quanyi was a little confused, "Why?"

"If the flying boat really falls, the people outside will run the fastest, and those of us in the cabin will be slower." Yu Zhao half-supported his chin, his eyes slightly narrowed, "The most important thing is..."

"What?" Seeing her tone suddenly change, Song Yulan couldn't help but feel curious and hurried over to listen.

“They paid the least price to get on board.”

After these words were spoken, the other two fell silent. That's right, they each paid a thousand spirit stones as an exchange disciple, and since they were not locals, they still had to spend the money honestly.

Others who boarded the ship later had to pay one hundred spirit stones, and even later the elders came out to sell at a low price, allowing people to board the ship for ten spirit stones.

Even if there is a place that is sheltered from the wind, the higher price is reasonable. Yu Zhao couldn't help but glance around, but... this place looks like a refugee camp, with Syrian-style decoration.

The tablecloth was torn and smelly, the table had three legs, and the tea set only had a teapot lid. If they hadn't brought some things with them, they would probably be sleeping in a cave now.

But she just took the time to glance at the other rooms, which were similar to theirs, and she felt balanced instantly.

"buckle"

There was a sudden noise coming from the window, and the three of them looked in the same direction at the same time.

"Who?"