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

The deep fear in his eyes could not be faked. Yu Zhao paused and picked up the blue bird to take a good look at it.

I saw him automatically curled up into a ball, his legs were invisible, like a little green-feathered chicken, round and plump, lying in the palm of my hand like a soft pancake.

Very cute.

She was a little puzzled. Senior Qingniao had been much quieter recently. Perhaps he was less talkative now that he was away from his master, a familiar figure.

"Get out of here! I won't stay with you two anymore. I'm going to Tianfangtan with my two junior sisters to participate in the Tianjiao Conference, become famous, win first place, and gain both fame and fortune." Song Yulan said calmly while sitting not far away.

Ye Qingshan: "I'm not here to break you up."

"Ye Qingshan, speak human language." Song Yulan raised the mace again, eager to try.

He was a little scared, his eyes widened, but he still stiffened his neck and said, "I'm here to join you."

"I heard that the initial selection for the Tianjiao Association allows for the formation of factions. Many sects will form teams, and the more people the better. I heard that only the three of you from the Qingcheng Sect went to exchange disciples. You have too few people, and you're going to be beaten into pigs."

You can form a team in the preliminary selection...

Yu Zhao touched his chin. Having too many people is not necessarily a good thing. It is unlikely that they will be united because of the mixed crowd. Perhaps some disciples with ulterior motives are using the team as an excuse to secretly do something else.

The fighting power of the talisman cultivators, knife cultivators, and sword cultivators is still online, but they cannot withstand the large number of people.

Now that we have formed a team, the rest of the process depends on our own abilities.

After all, these two senior sisters know each other, so it’s not impossible for them to go together.

Song Yulan was also thinking about the pros and cons. Junior Sister Yu was okay, she was also a master among the Jindan stage disciples. Junior Sister Leng was a talisman cultivator, in the late foundation building stage, weak, pitiful and helpless, and he might not be able to take care of her when a fight broke out.

Find two people to protect her, so she won’t have to worry about anything when she fights with Junior Sister Yu.

Can……

She really disliked these two people. The torture she had suffered in the past was still vivid in her mind. She was afraid that these two junior sisters would go crazy if they stayed with them for an hour.

Song Yulan pondered the matter and said, "Junior Sister Yu, it's better to be without than to have something less than perfect."

Ye Qingshan: You might as well just call my name.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yu Zhao raised his eyes and looked at her, "Senior Sister, let's go with the two of them."

They have no information channels, and Ye Qingshan is well-informed. He can be a good spy when the time comes. The other one should be a physical cultivator. He looks quite strong. It will be reassuring for the junior sister to stay with the two of them.

After a brief introduction, the few people got to know each other.

Soon, their stomachs began to rumble. They blinked uncomfortably and winked frantically at the senior sister beside them.

Song Yulan threw two pancakes to them with an expressionless face to fill their stomachs, and then stood opposite them.

"Tell me, how did you two get here?"

"They all paid to get on board, but I'm different." Ye Qingshan turned his nose up and grinned, "I got in through connections."

"Oh, you are awesome, do you need me to praise you?"

"That's not necessary." He smiled shyly and winked at her. "If your compliment is sincere, I won't mind."

Song Yulan got goosebumps all over her body, and immediately stood up and dragged him out with an indifferent look on her face. Ye Qingshan let out a pig-slaughtering howl, which was even harder to control than a pig during the Chinese New Year.

"No, no, no, stop it, stop it, don't do this, if you do this again I will call for help!"

"Then it will be your Qingcheng Sect's reputation that will be ruined. I will then say that their senior sister is a wicked person who bullies men and women, and specifically targets a weak and decent woman like me."

With his vengeful personality, he would really spread these rumors. Song Yulan really couldn't stand him, so she manually muted the microphone and quickly tied him up and hung him outside in the cold wind.

There was silence in the room.

Zhen Wuqing laughed while eating, his expression not being well controlled. Song Yulan glared at him and said coldly, "Is it funny?"

It seems like if you laugh again, you will go and accompany him.

Zhen Wuqing could no longer laugh. He silently took out the wooden fish and knocked it twice, merit +2. May Ye Qingshan, who had drunk his fill of the northwest wind, be safe.

Ye Qingshan, who was eating pancakes and chatting with others outside, showed a satisfied smile.

"Hey, Brother Ye, you also have your moments of failure when flirting with girls?" Looking at the hanging person, the monk hanging upside down beside him smiled teasingly, "A scumbag can't pretend to be affectionate."

Ye Qingshan's hair was blown straight, his eyes held a barely perceptible smile, and the muscles on his face were trembling in the strong wind.

"That's not flirting, it's seeking cooperation, an opportunity for us to become companions again."

After a long time, his low voice was heard in the wind.

"Hehe, I made the right bet."

"You're sick." The man sneered and closed his eyes to rest.

It was unknown how long it had been before Ye Qingshan was finally pulled up. When he saw that it was Zhen Wuqing, the smile on his face immediately disappeared, and he looked so solemn, not knowing who he was showing it to.

Gee tut.

Zhen Wuqing's mouth twitched. Oh, he has two faces?

Eventually, the two of them slept on the floor, then began snoring, grinding their teeth, and talking in their sleep.

"Master, my feet don't smell, don't kick me out!"

"Is this girl interested in spending the rest of her life with me?"

Song Yulan got up and found a tablecloth to cover the two people's faces. She would hang them outside to sleep tomorrow.

Tiny rays of light refracted in, and the house was silent.

Yu Zhao was tempering his spiritual sense in his sea of ​​consciousness. The pupil technique required a strong spiritual sense to support it. To truly kill people without them being seen, he needed to practice day and night.

This pupil technique was passed down by a hermit master. No one knew his name, but he had been here since she came to this world.

But he only let her call him senior.

The golden sea of ​​flowers spread out like broken gold foil. A man stood in the inverted crescent moon. He was emitting golden light all over his body. Powerful sword energy lingered around him. An invisible barrier separated the two people.

Yu Zhao sat in meditation not far away, his eyes closed, and began to capture the bee-feather bird transformed from sword energy with his separate consciousness.

This kind of spiritual beast is extremely common in the world of immortal cultivation. It is the size of a little finger joint, moves quickly and reacts extremely quickly. All she has to do is use two fingers to stick to its wings.

Their wings are faster than they can fly, and it is dozens of times more difficult to catch a fly than to use chopsticks.

At first, she could only be chased and pecked by these bee-feather birds, but now it is better and she can catch three of them.

Today was a fruitful day. Yu Zhao pinched the four of them with a satisfied smile and waved to the seniors above him.

"Senior, we caught four today."

A cold voice replied stiffly.

"Ah."

He seemed very aloof, probably an elderly hermit. Apart from mumbling "hmm", "okay", and "sure", he hardly said anything else.

But when Yu Zhao heard his voice, he felt that he should not be very old, about the same age as his master, or maybe a little younger.

"Thank you, Senior. If there is a chance in the future, I can find a puppet body for you to use."

"Need not."

The golden sea of ​​flowers blew up a gust of wind, and the corner of his clothes rose in a slight arc.

The golden light flickered slightly, and the young man, wearing a long robe dragging on the ground, sat upright like a pine tree and looked at her expressionlessly. His eyes were as calm as water, and he spoke a long sentence after a long time.

"What do you think of Shen Yuzhuo?"