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

The remaining part of the skeleton was shaking all over, and dark mosquitoes slowly crawled out, rustling and fleeing in all directions.

At the same time, black thorns also emerged, and the sharp thorns were like ivy, winding up along the hem of the clothes.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual power, but instead a gloomy and vast ghostly aura. The cultivation level was far above hers, and the aura was as sticky as a snake in a ditch. Once it got on her, it was like a dog-skin plaster that could not be shaken off no matter what.

Yu Zhao didn't hesitate at all. He raised his hand and cut open the tattered corner of the girl's clothes that were pulled by the bones. He grabbed Leng Quanyi and ran away, asking as he ran: "Damn, what have you messed with?"

In fact, Leng Quanyi was even more confused. Her whole body was floating in the air as if she was flying a kite. She didn't notice anything around her at all, so naturally she didn't know when she was entangled.

"Yiyi, have you forgotten me?"

The phantom behind him was chasing him relentlessly, and the sound it made seemed to be made by a strange vocal cord, which gave people goosebumps all over their body.

The soles of his boots stepped on the puddles, making a "pa ji ji ji" sound. The originally clear and slightly murky water surface became muddy. Upon hearing his words, Yu Zhao raised his voice a little, "I call you Yi Yi, don't you recognize me?"

Leng Quanyi looked at her innocently, with an naive look of being ignorant of the world. Yu Zhao slapped his forehead in frustration, thinking that he had really picked up a living ancestor!

The skeletons behind him laughed from time to time, just like a cat playing with a mouse. They could obviously catch up, but they kept their distance. If they continued wasting time like this, they would really lose their life.

The sound of a rushing river came to his ears, and Yu Zhao approached at a rapid speed.

Mountain torrents broke out, and the muddy river raised thousands of piles of snow, with white foam rolling. From time to time, tree trunks and village buildings floated up and down in the water.

Dark clouds were pressing down, lightning flashed, Yu Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, and he pulled the girl and jumped hard, rushing to the other side, but the bones behind him disappeared on the spot. Suddenly he appeared on the other side, with the bones behind him piled up together. He smiled foolishly, opened his arms, and called out to the person who came with deep affection.

"Yiyi..."

Leng Quanyi felt a chill on his back. He had no impression of the white bones. Seeing that the people opposite were blocking their way, he looked a little flustered.

Yu Zhao, who had been prepared, did not jump directly to the other side. Instead, he lost his strength in the middle and plunged into the turbulent river. Leng Quanyi was not prepared and struggled twice.

A feeling of weightlessness came over him, and Yu Zhao held her down, letting the river water rush over him. White foam rolled on the surface of the water, and in the blink of an eye, the two tiny people disappeared in the torrent.

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Although the Qingcheng Sect is a small sect, the appearance of the elder on Qingcheng Mountain has caused quite a stir.

Many young monks came to the foot of the mountain, wanting to become his disciples and bask in the glory of this powerful monk.

On the high platform, a spirited young girl was holding a loud speaker to maintain order.

Looking at the huge crowd, Qingcheng Sect's Senior Sister Song Yulan shouted in a serious tone and expression, "Everyone, please line up!"

"I'm talking to you. Don't cut in line. You have to queue up first to register and take it one step at a time."

A bird's cry pierced the sky, her forehead twitched wildly, and she pointed the loudspeaker at the sky like a mad Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"Miss Li, come down quickly! This is a no-fly zone. Forget flying a sword, even riding a bird is not allowed."

Before one problem was solved, another one arose. The platform beneath her suddenly shook and her body became unstable. She saw a young boy lying under a pillar, gnawing at the wood like a beaver. But it was too late as most of the wood had been gnawed away.

Song Yulan grabbed a large piece of wood from the building platform with his bare hands and threw it on the head of the disciple who was dozing on the treetop.

"Junior Brother Long Aotian! Please keep your brother Long Aodi under control and stop him from biting the platform I just built."

Long Aotian, who was awakened by the smash, raised his bloody face and moved forward with his hands and feet like a puppet, as if he had long been accustomed to the life in the sect and the way of doing things of Senior Sister Tyrannosaurus. He grabbed the back of Long Aodi's collar with one hand and dragged him away quickly and neatly.

Seeing that the troublesome person was taken away, Song Yulan breathed a sigh of relief. However, unexpectedly, the next second, the platform was blown down by a gust of wind, raising a cloud of dust. She fell into the wood chips, stars in her head, and lost consciousness.

Seeing the troublesome person fall, the monks who had registered were ecstatic, but immediately became restless again and rushed forward to cut in line.

Until the sun set, when the last ray of light was about to be swallowed up and only a grain of sand was left in the hourglass on the table, a dejected and elongated shadow slowly approached the elder who had registered, carrying a person on his back.

The fifth elder in charge of registration looked up and saw the two people, who looked like they were fleeing from famine. Their bodies were covered with leaves and mud. It was impossible to tell whether they were old or young, male or female.

When he was three steps away, the man in black robe fell to the ground with a bang. He crawled in a twisted manner. He was still on the ground, but one of his hands was holding a small black fish and he slammed it stubbornly on the table.

"Let's sign up, the two of us..." Yu Zhao was barely breathing, as if he had used up all his strength.

Leng Quanyi really has a ghost-attracting physique. As soon as she got rid of the white bones, she encountered a large number of evil spirits on the shore. She ran across several mountains and finally got rid of them when she reached the territory of Qingcheng Sect.

Those little ghosts looked panicked and fled in all directions. The Qingcheng Sect was indeed a sect that was protected by a powerful person and could even ward off evil spirits.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhao raised his hand and cast a cleansing spell. The dust and dead leaves around him disappeared, sweeping away the haze of the past and becoming himself again.

The upper half of her face was covered with a mask, so her features could not be seen clearly. The fifth elder frowned and was about to ask her to take it off, but when he saw the girl standing obediently, he finally sighed and thought, "Forget it, guests are welcome."

The Qingcheng Sect doesn’t have so many rules.

When it was time to write her own name, Yu Zhao was stunned. She didn't know how to do it yet, and the brush in her hand stopped abruptly on an inch above the paper.

Noticing her embarrassment, and considering her miserable appearance just now, the Fifth Elder thought that she was born in the countryside. Although she had the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, it was understandable that she could not read a single word. He was about to speak.

As the breeze blows, the white petals fall down, charming and graceful.

The gentle spring breeze blew across my cheek, and a light of faint light fell. The next moment, the words "Yu Zhao" were written on the paper on the table.

The small characters were elegant and beautiful, pleasing to the eye. He just didn't know if they were written correctly, but they looked very reliable. Yu Zhao glanced at them and then looked back, looking around with some confusion.

I don’t know who wrote it for her.

Sensing the familiar spiritual power, the Fifth Elder's expression changed, and he looked at Yu Zhao with a meaningful look.

He didn't know what that person meant by helping a child in the Foundation Establishment Stage. To be on the safe side, he secretly passed on the message and asked respectfully.

"Elder Cui, what does this mean?"

Why not just say it directly and send the person to Qingcheng Mountain?

The person on the other end paused briefly, and then a pleasant voice slowly came over. The tone was casual, without any unusual emotion. "That's convenient."

The fifth elder's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself, "With so many disciples coming today, you're not doing it well. Now that this kid is here, you can even do something as simple as writing their name well?"

He couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

Yu Zhao, who was standing opposite him, saw him "in a daze" and thought that he was old and had reached menopause, so he did not urge him. Instead, he leaned over and patted Leng Quanyi's shoulder on the ground.

"Silly boy, wake up, it's time to get up."

The girl's eyelashes, with mud on her face, trembled slightly, and her slightly pale lips moved slightly. Yu Zhao couldn't help but lean his ear closer, wanting to hear her talking in her sleep clearly.

She frowned and was unable to open her eyes for a long time. A broken voice came out of her mouth, intermittent. Yu Zhao had to try hard to make out what she said, and she actually heard one sentence clearly.

"Shangxian...what's on the other side of the mountain?"