With the script in hand, I became a heartthrob

It turned out to be Liang Jingyou's younger brother.

Hearing the voice, Rao Xi replied with a smile: "Junior brother Liang has already finished the ring and left, I don't know where he went."

Luo Gang was stunned for a moment, feeling that the atmosphere around him was even more strange, his legs trembled, and he shivered, "Thank you, brother, I'm going first."

He hurried back to the other boy, and whispered to his companion: "Let me tell you, Senior Brother Jin Danqi next to that handsome NPC looks very fierce, please be more careful in the future."

"Really?" The young man looked over curiously, and happened to meet Xue Meng's cold eyes. He was silent for a while, "You're right, let's go quickly."

The two walked away while talking.

Xue Meng looked away.

Rao Xi didn't pay much attention to them, his eyes had already returned to the arena, after all, they were all players, and they couldn't die if they were lost, so they could go back to Novice Village.

"What about this?" He pointed to the monk who was playing now.

Xue Meng looked over, "It seems that the cultivation level on the left is higher, but it's not certain."

The cultivator standing on the right side of the ring was wearing an extremely conspicuous red dress, but also a black hood. His entire face was hidden under the hood, making it impossible to see his face clearly, but through the slightly revealing With a fair chin, it can be seen that he is a very beautiful boy.

On the opposite side was a tall monk with a height of eight feet. Even the loose robe could not cover his strong figure. The breeze gently caressed him, and the hard muscles like steel could be vaguely seen.

Compared with him, the young man on the opposite side was a little thinner. He stood quietly on the spot, making his expression hard to see clearly.

The onlookers below were very excited, and the surroundings were filled with various voices.

"Come on Senior Brother Liu, give that kid some flair!"

"Looking at his clothes, I don't know which corner sect he belongs to. He must have been too scared to move, hahaha!"

"Go! Go!"

The cultivator called Senior Brother Liu stretched his body following the voices, and his tall figure became more muscular.

He looked at the young man who was less than his shoulder, with a bit of arrogance and disdain in his tiger eyes.

The man took out a mace, the mace was as thick as his arm, the silver cone was full of violent spiritual power, with an overwhelming momentum.

The boy standing opposite him still didn't move.

"Haha, I'm so scared that I'm about to cry!"

A loud jeer came from below.

The man waved the huge mace, his spiritual power was running wildly, and he rushed towards the boy.

Xue Meng's eyes were very calm at the beginning, but as time passed, his expression became more and more strange, "No..."

The boy didn't move until the man was only a foot away from him, when he moved.

With a small step, he escaped the man's violent spiritual attack.

The man took advantage of the void, and the galloping spiritual power made him stagger.

Such an embarrassing behavior made his face turn pale, the man's original disdain and arrogance disappeared, the tiger's eyes were filled with unspeakable anger, and the spiritual power around him became even more violent.

After hiding like this several times, the man was about to die of anger, "Damn it! Why are you hiding!"

He moved crazily, like a ferocious beast that had lost its mind and was about to launch an angry attack on the boy.

"Ah."

A very light laugh.

At this moment, the breeze blew, and the young man's red robe was raised. He stood two meters away from the man, on the edge of the ring, the veil was lifted by the wind, and the young man's white skin like snow could be seen vaguely.

A whip quickly emerged from his robe. He used his spiritual power, and the tip of the whip attacked the man like a snake, instantly knocking down the mace in the man's hand to the ground.

With another whip, the man was hit directly on the knee.

His legs softened and he knelt down involuntarily.

The young man was standing not far away, still holding a whip, his robes were not messed up, and his veil and cap were still there.

The onlookers were stunned.

Soon there was continuous discussion in the crowd.

"Senior brother Liu actually lost!"

"It's a pity that I remanded him, I'm so mad, I'm going to lose everything!"

"What's the background of this young man? He's a bit powerful!"

"Damn it, let that boy win."

There were also many, many voices that continuously entered the man's ears.

How could he lose?This is impossible!

He must be dreaming!

The man lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were wide open, and the eye sockets were almost cracked, he raised his head unwillingly, and it happened that the curtain of the valance was blown by a strong wind, and he seemed to see an upward movement. corners of the lips.

That boy... he was laughing, he was laughing, he was laughing at himself!

He is mocking himself!

He is a loser!

no, he is not!

He has devoted himself to cultivating for decades, just to one day be able to win the top ten in the Chanwei Conference, so that he can join the big sect, get good resources, and have a bright future.

But now, this dream was ruined by the teenager.

The man's blood surged immediately, his eyes were red, as long as he can be killed...

He stood up and rushed towards the boy.

All this happened in a flash, Xue Meng had no time to react, but Rao Xi narrowed his eyes, the man's movements could not be hidden in his eyes.

Just as he was about to make a move, the young man jumped up suddenly, his flexible body bent into an angle that ordinary people could not reach, and he kicked the man's chest with the power of his toes.

The man's body was kicked off the ring, and the sound of cracking ribs was heard by everyone. The man vomited several mouthfuls of blood and passed out.

The onlookers were in an uproar.

The young man stood on the ring, wearing a red dress weeping blood, the man's blood stained it, only deepening the color of the red dress.

His voice sounded, with a bit of ridicule and sarcasm.

"Are all of you in the comprehension world just like this villain who sneaks up from behind?"

The sound was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears, and the originally noisy environment suddenly became quiet.

Someone spoke in disbelief.

"What are you talking about!"

"What do you mean!"

The young man gave a small laugh, and threw away the veiled hat, revealing a naturally charming face, with lips like cinnabar and eyes like spring flowers.

That laughter seemed to have a bit of meandering and charming, which made half of people's body go numb.

"Am I wrong?"

There seemed to be a strange magic in this voice, and one couldn't help but want to agree with him.

Some monks have even shown obsessed expressions, their eyes are blurred, and the words they say have demoted the monks including themselves to nothing.

As early as when the young man spoke, Rao Xi raised his eyebrows, it turned out that he was an acquaintance.

At this time, Shen Yuan activated the soul-stirring technique, and he just happened to be motionless and staring at him, his black eyes were full of naked eating melons.

Xue Meng was not affected, he looked stern, stood in front of Rao Xi, drew out his sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at Shen Yuan.

"Moxiu, Hugh is going crazy!"

This sound of magic repair was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing endless ripples.

Among the monks who have not been confused yet, it exploded like a sudden high tide.

"Moxiu, this person is Moxiu!"

"No wonder the movement is strange, it turned out to be a magician!"

"The magic cultivator is really cruel and merciless!"

"kill him!"

Standing on the ring stage, Shen Yuan brushed his long black hair and sneered, his beautiful fox eyes sparkled, "If this is cruel? Then I can't compare to that pious Daoist."

"Hey! Old men," Shen Yuan looked at the high platform, "I know you can see it. Wow, you disciples are going to kill me indiscriminately! I'm so scared!"

The word "old man" made the five suzerains on the high platform look bad, and a grumpy white-bearded old man slapped the table, "Dare you!"

As one of the old men, Ye Xiang, the patriarch of Chaoyun Sect, had a dark face, but he pressed down hard, his gray beard trembled, and the corners of his lips curled into a curve.

"Little friend, we will naturally deal with that monk's matter, but you are a demon cultivator who hides your demonic energy and cultivation base to come to this micro-explaining conference..."

Ye Xiang's voice surrounded the entire courtyard, and the coercion of the fusion period was like a mountain like the wind, making everyone stop.

The few monks who had been bewitched by the soul-absorbing technique had already regained their sobriety, and their faces flushed red standing under the stage, wishing they could get into the ground.

Ye Xiang asked in a deep voice, his voice was like a bell of guilt, knocking on the hearts of every monk, and it kept echoing.

"What's on your mind?"

After the words fell, everyone's eyes were on the young Moxiu above the ring.

I saw the boy suddenly raised his hands, those hands standing in the air were as white as plain jade, as if he was making some kind of gesture.

The monks next to him retreated as if they were facing an enemy.

Xue Meng's gaze was fixed on Shen Yuan, and she took Rao Xi back a step.

"What's on my mind?"

Shen Yuan smiled, the smile on his lips was bright and moving, like a peach blossom blooming in early March.

"I'm here, of course, to make things happen."

Ye Xiang's face turned even darker.

The spiritual power of the hot-tempered Sect Master Wang next to him has emerged, and his wrinkled face is full of anger, "Zizi!"

Shen Yuan was not in a hurry, there was even a bit of doubt in his tone, and his expression was even more innocent: "You guys are so strange, do you still need to ask?"

He raised his voice, "Come out!"

When the last syllable fell, many monks who had been scattered in the crowd suddenly took off a pile of disciple uniforms, and the black demonic energy around them floated beside them like fangs, which made people feel frightened for no reason.

A bunch of panic-filled voices sounded in the quiet courtyard in an instant, almost resounding through the sky.

"A lot of magicians!"

"My God! It's scary!"

"Don't be nervous, the five suzerains are all here!"

The voices of several high-level monks were mixed in the noise and were suppressed all at once.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Xue Meng held the sword to ensure that those monks running around would not bump into them, and said coldly: "I knew that wish was not a good thing!"

Not only did he deceive Junior Brother Fu, but now he went to the Chanwei Conference to make trouble, so that Junior Brother Fu could not watch the game.

Thinking of this, his expression became a bit worried, wondering if Junior Brother Fu would be sad because of this.

Xue Meng was about to say something to comfort the young man, but she turned her head nervously, but saw the young man standing behind him with sparkling eyes.

With that look, it was as if he had seen something particularly interesting.

The author has something to say: Good night.