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

Shen Yuzhuo pursed his lips, his black eyes flickered slightly under his robe, and he looked away calmly.

He also wanted to pay off his debts as soon as possible so that he could have a fair fight with Yu Zhao. Otherwise, every time they met, she would mention money and then stare at him blankly.

A little uncomfortable.

But the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit was a restless person, wandering around to prevent him from pretending to be blind. "Oh, look, isn't that Yu Zhao? She has also come to this little secret realm. It's fate."

"Do you want to team up? Two people can make the work easier."

"Get lost." Shen Yuzhuo said lightly, and he really wanted to strangle him to death for chattering.

The more unhappy Shen Yuzhuo was, the more the Youlong Sword Spirit wanted to act like a jerk, as if it had found pleasure in breaking his defense.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit floated directly beside Yu Zhao and patted her shoulder in a familiar manner, "Hello, hello, we meet again."

Hearing this, Yu Zhao turned her head slightly and saw him. Since the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit was there, it meant that Shen Yuzhuo was also nearby. She turned her head and glanced around, and sure enough, she saw Shen, who was wrapped tightly and had his head lowered.

In fact, there were too many people and Yu Zhao didn't see him, but he was wrapped the most tightly and had his head lowered, so the sense of stealth was so strong that he could tell it was him just by looking with his toes.

It’s only been a short time since we last met, and you’re already so shy?

Since it is not realistic to sneak in and evade the ticket, let's try another approach.

Yu Zhao walked through the crowd to his side, pried his hands apart with her hands, forcing him to look at her.

"Fellow Daoist Shen is so famous, why are you hiding it?"

Catching a glimpse of a smile in the girl's eyes, Shen Yuzhuo shuddered all over and had a bad feeling.

The next second, Yu Zhao quickly lifted up half of his mask and the black robe on his head. A celebrity is a celebrity. The monks around him recognized him after hesitating for two seconds.

Countless eyes fell on him at the same time.

"Wow, it's Shen Yuzhuo! The first candidate for the leader of the righteous path, a world-famous sword-cultivating genius." Yu Zhao said in an exaggerated tone, turning into a fanatical fan who admires him.

He also infused spiritual power into his speech, and his voice traveled quite far. Many warlike sword cultivators in the crowd were ready to make a move. They pushed aside the cultivators and squeezed in front of Shen Yuzhuo, pinching his sleeves with their eyes shining.

"Shen Yuzhuo is alive and well! Fellow sword cultivators, come and see!"

"Friend Shen is so young and handsome!"

"You're a strong young man, but do you have someone you like? Do you have a Taoist partner? Do you want me to introduce my granddaughter to you?"

Shen Yuzhuo, who was being talked about all sorts of things, was more popular than the monkeys in the zoo. Many sword cultivators gathered around him, and there were also some female cultivators who were envious of his handsome face.

With the sound of beautiful women and the scent of rouge and powder filling his nose, Shen Yuzhuo's mentality collapsed.

I want to escape but I can't.

As a core disciple of the sect, he didn't dare to lose his temper and affect the sect's image. Otherwise, when he returned to the sect the next day, his master would pull his ears and tickle crickets for most of the day.

Shen Yuzhuo's face turned pale. Just as he was about to get angry at Yu Zhao, he saw that she had already run away.

He resisted the urge to curse and dealt with the monks around him. He couldn't take action, otherwise they would go to the master to complain.

People can run, but the sect cannot.

As more and more people crowded towards Shen Yuzhuo, the monks at the entrance of the small secret realm became a mess. Many people wanted to see Shen Yuzhuo, who had recently become famous.

Many of his stories are circulating in the world of immortal cultivation.

It is said that when he was young, his sword bones were dug out, and after falling off a cliff, he obtained a peerless martial arts skill, and was admitted into a large sect, becoming its core disciple, and from then on reached the pinnacle of his life.

Others say that he is an immortal who came down to earth to experience hardships, and is blessed by powerful beings and has extraordinary luck.

Some people also said that he was broken off by his fiancée a few years ago and fell into a slump, and only recently rose again.

Some even said that he was the "illegitimate son" of the leader of the Yunhe Sect. Because of his romantic debts in the mortal world in his early years, he abandoned his wife and children and acted arbitrarily. It was not until Shen Yuzhuo came to recognize him as his relative that he was forced to accept him as a disciple to keep the truth from others.

He has also been rumored to have affairs with most of the beauties in the world of immortal cultivation.

There are many different opinions about him, and it is difficult to tell whether they are true or false.

The disciples who were blocking these monks were a little at a loss. The entrance to the small secret realm was a vortex door, and there were all kinds of people around. The monks who had just led the trouble were caught red-handed.

Now many monks are crowding out, wanting to see Shen Yuzhuo, this rare object.

A few cultivators accidentally bumped into the vortex gate. It was unintentional, but the cultivators of Ye Yunmen didn't care about that. With that group of cultivators as their backing, they were used to bullying others.

The monk with the hooked nose had a vicious look in his eyes and frowned. He quickly raised his hand and swung the barbed whip down. Suddenly, a blood-red streak appeared on the backs of those monks.

The blood stained his back, which was shocking.

They are all independent cultivators, without any sect to back them up, so they can only swallow their anger when they are beaten.

Some small secret realms generally have no ownership rights. Even if a sect is lucky enough to obtain the right to use them based on the first-come-first-served principle, the entrance fee charged cannot exceed one thousand spirit stones. At this moment, the cultivator of Ye Yunmen took out a brush, crossed out the number on it, and wrote the number 50,000.

Fifty thousand spirit stones...

The round-faced monk in the front had red eyes. He raised his hands and tried to resist, but was kicked to the ground by another monk from Ye Yunmen.

The hook-nosed monk then spat, hitting the corner of his clothes. He looked directly into the angry and powerless eyes and said, "What are you looking at? A bunch of poor bastards, you still want to get the Heavenly Spirit Water?"

The reason why this little secret place attracts so many people is because of the existence of the Heavenly Spirit Water.

There is a chance to purify the spiritual roots of the cultivator, and it can even cleanse the marrow, nourish the spirit, and enhance spiritual awareness.

"If you don't have money, just be a jerk now, don't try to scam me."

"You are too bullying, you will get retribution!" The eyes of a woman traveling with the round-faced monk were bloodshot. She wanted to help her companion up, but she had very little strength. She could only look at him stubbornly and angrily, wishing she could bite off a piece of flesh from him.

If her cultivation level was higher, she wouldn't be afraid of these bad guys.

The hook-nosed monk was stunned for a moment, then leaned over, lifted the woman's chin with the whip in his hand, and looked her up and down with a disgusting and sticky look.

The woman's eyebrows were as dark as distant mountains, her skin was delicate, and her figure was light and graceful.

"Yo yo yo--"

"I didn't expect you to be such a beauty. I'm also a kind person who cherishes women." He stretched out his other hand to touch the tender face, but was slapped down by the woman.

Looking at the red back of his hand, the hook-nosed monk smiled instead of getting angry, still looking at his fellow disciples around him with a smile, "Brothers, look, this is still a little hot pepper, I like it."

A few other frivolous glances fell wantonly, and it was obvious from his appearance that he had done these things many times.

Ye Yunmen's disciples began to make a noise, "Play with us for two days, and I'll let you all enter this little secret realm, how about that?"

"That's it."

"If you ask me, you'd be better off following my senior brother. Following your poor companion is a dead end. If you follow me, I promise to make you..."

Before he could finish his words, he fell into a pool of blood with a puff of blood, and blood mist sprayed in the air, lingering for a long time.