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

"That's enough, you two." Yu Zhao's mouth twitched wildly, her head buzzing and her scalp about to explode. It was like two boiling kettles roaring around her, in 3D surround.

Zhuo took the opportunity to say, "Zhao Zhao and I will become Taoist companions."

"Senior Sister, you can't." Leng Quanyi was crying inconsolably, looking weak and beautiful, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and her little hands were clutching the cloth in her hands reluctantly.

She knew that if her senior sister had a partner, she would not sleep with her. No, she would not let this stinky black fish disturb her and her senior sister's world of two.

Her eyes suddenly flashed and she stopped crying. She remembered what other disciples called people who destroyed other people's feelings.

That is……

"Little three."

People who eat melon: "???"

Before anyone could react, Leng Quanyi raised his hand and grabbed the end of the boy's hair, speaking righteously.

"You're a mistress! You're someone who specifically destroys other people's relationships."

She will never show mercy to this bastard who destroyed the relationship between her and her senior sister!

Zhuo felt like the roots of his hair were about to be pulled up. A good man doesn't fight with a woman, so he had to stand up and dodge. Leng Quanyi held her breath and chased him to hit him.

Yu Zhaosheng watched the two people perform the Qin King Circling the Pillar with despair. He felt that his life had come to an end and his head was spinning.

Looking at everything in front of him, Shen Yuzhuo's eyes flashed slightly. Not wanting to wade into muddy water, a golden light emerged from between his eyebrows and then went straight into Yu Zhao's body.

He was left alone to face his senior brother's questioning.

"Little Junior Brother, how come you have a brother? Why don't you come to me? We'll kidnap him, or invite him to the Haoyun Sect to reunite with you. How great would that be?"

"Junior brother, you've learned bad habits. When did you start beating around the bush? Can't you just issue a direct challenge? Why do you have to talk about forming a team?"

Shen Yuzhuo felt as if he had eaten a fly. It was not right to say anything, nor was it right to not say anything.

"If I say that just now... it wasn't me, would you believe me?"

None of this has anything to do with him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them looked at him with a strange look in their eyes. They smiled at each other and said in unison: "We are not old and our eyes are blurry. We can tell whether it is our junior brother or someone else."

Just when Leng Quanyi and Zhuo were fighting happily, Yu Zhao suddenly looked up at the sky, "There is a strange spiritual power fluctuation, there is someone up there!"

"Is there anyone here? There are not even any clouds in the sky." Song Yulan stuck her head out and looked up at the sky.

The sun was a bit glaring, and the surroundings were quiet, not even a spirit bird was around. She patted Yu Zhao's shoulder and whispered closer, "There's no one here, Junior Sister Yu, you're too nervous!"

The few people hiding in the crowd smiled strangely and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

A breeze blew by, and a faint smell of blood came towards me, barely audible.

Under the moonlight, a few flashes of silver light passed by, and Yu Zhao's mind was filled with alarm. He quickly pinned the two quarreling people to the ground and shouted to the others, "Everyone, get down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a line of blood went straight through the flying boat, cutting it into two complete halves. Blood splattered everywhere, and all he could see was crimson.

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

The monks who were unable to dodge fell to the ground with a bang, their broken bodies torn into pieces. The disciples who survived the disaster showed fear on their faces, trembling all over, and sweat dripping down. Some of the frightened disciples almost peed their pants.

There were body parts and blood everywhere.

As drops of blood fell, a sharp silver line revealed its true form.

The silver thread shone with a faint light, and then quickly wrapped around the slender white fingers. The gorgeous woman stood in the blood rain with a slight smile on her lips.

The woman in red dust raised her fingers slightly and flicked them casually, splashing bright red on the monk's face. She raised her head and looked at everyone strangely.

Countless dark shadows appeared and stood on the edge of the flying boat, with a murderous aura floating in the air.

The woman in red dust curled her red lips slightly, showing a charming look, but the bloodthirstiness in her eyes made people tremble all over, "Do it!"

Boom-

The twisting tentacles emerged from deep within the deck of the flying boat. The flying boat was emitting thick smoke and quickly lost its balance. Then it exploded in an instant, and the burning flesh and blood emitted a creepy smell. Everyone hurriedly flew on their swords and stood on their respective magic weapons.

This group of people had obviously been planning for a long time, just waiting for them to take the bait.

She chanted the incantation, and bright red spiritual power rolled around her body. The beads on her wrist floated in the air and changed rapidly after leaving her hand. After a while, they turned into a palm-sized net.

"Love net, fall!"

The next moment, the bright red net covered everyone's heads, and the spiritual power in their bodies disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, making it almost impossible to stand.

Several monks hurriedly used their spiritual power to attack the edge, trying to gain a chance of survival, but the spiritual power suddenly rebounded and pierced through their bodies.

Blood splattered on the spot and everyone's faces turned pale.

Even the white-browed elder who was driving the boat looked unhappy.

I have been sailing for decades, but I didn't expect the boat to capsize today.

The sky below is ten thousand meters high. Once the spiritual power is exhausted, there will be no corpse left if they fall down. Although the woman in the lead is in the Nascent Soul stage, the magic weapon she has is extraordinary and comparable to the heavenly grade. Even a powerful cultivator in the Void Refinement stage will be skinned alive.

With the lessons learned from the previous incident, no one dared to act rashly for a while, and... no means of communication could contact anyone else.

Looking at the monks who were looking at her with fear and trepidation, Hongchennu smiled with satisfaction. The new magic weapon made by the leader was indeed very useful.

The magic tools in the world of cultivating immortals are divided into three categories: heaven, earth, black and yellow. Heaven-grade magic tools borrow the energy of heaven and earth, and some can even generate spiritual consciousness and transform into human form.

Only some large sects have heavenly-grade magic weapons to guard the sect, and most people have never even seen one.

"I advise you not to waste your energy, this is a heavenly grade magic weapon." The Red Dust Woman lightly twisted her fingertips, and the cultivator following behind her wisely bent down and lay down, acting as a human stool.

"The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the suppression."

Cui Yu, the blue bird on Yu Zhao's shoulder, was breathing a little faster. This strange magic weapon was the first time he had seen it.

There was nothing they could do but stare blankly.

Yu Zhao frowned, without a trace of smile on his face. The original novel didn't say that Shen Yuzhuo was blocked as soon as he came out of the spring! The plot was so broken that even his parents didn't recognize him.

Shen Yuzhuo, who was not far away, was also confused. Everything went smoothly in his previous life, but he didn't expect that this worldly woman would come out early.

Song Yulan, an honest local, swallowed hard, his eyes widened, his voice trembling, "It's actually a Heaven-grade magical weapon! The Heaven-grade magical weapons in the entire Northern Territory can be counted on one hand, and our Qingcheng Sect only has one Mysterious-grade magical weapon."

It is said that it was a heavenly-grade magic weapon left by the ancestor of the Qingcheng Sect. Unfortunately, it was damaged and downgraded during the resistance against the alien army, and even the newly born spirit of the weapon was shattered.

Qin Yun's face was solemn. They hadn't expected that someone would block them on this road. There was a station set up by a large sect nearby, a place for cultivators to rest and recuperate, and it was right on the border of the Wanjian Sect.

Their sect does have a heavenly-grade magic weapon called the Sword of Love-Severing, but they didn't bring it with them. Which good person would have a heavenly-grade magic weapon hanging around?

The clan's treasure is not something they can squander easily.

Even the master, the sect leader, can’t do it.