With the script in hand, I became a heartthrob

Xue Meng froze on the spot, "Junior brother?"

Rao Xi came back to his senses and looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

There was still a bit of confusion on the young man's face, and he looked unusually abrupt in the crowd of monks running around and attacking him.

"Are you afraid?"

There was helplessness in Rao Xi's voice, he took out the golden chair from the storage ring, sat down, then took out another one and put it next to him, patted the golden chair, "Senior brother, come and sit, Don't be afraid, I have you covered."

Xue Meng: "..."

He felt that his brain was suddenly not enough.

Rao Xi patted the chair again, "Come here."

Xue Meng pursed her lips, but still walked over and sat down. He couldn't let go of his hands and feet, and his whole body was tense.

On the chaotic courtyard, two people sitting in a row stared inexplicably.

Rao Xi looked at the chaos in front of him with his chin resting, took out another fan from the storage ring, and fanned himself.

Seeing that Xue Meng's body was stiff and didn't relax at all, he moved the fan over, slapped Xue Meng a few times, and said while fanning: "The suzerains are all here, the magic cultivator can't make big waves, so don't be too nervous. "

Although it's not easy for them to deal with such a situation, it's better to let their juniors solve it, but there are so many great talents watching, so there will be no accidents.

Xue Meng raised her eyes and looked at the young man sitting beside her.

The young man had black hair and snow skin, and his black hair was draped behind his back like silk, fluttering slightly in the wind. The gold jewelry on his wrist swayed up and down on his skin with his movements, making it even more white.

His eyes were facing the front, and his side eyes, which looked very good no matter which angle they were, had a slight smile on them, and his lips curled up as if stained with peach blossom juice.

Xue Meng felt an inexplicable heat on his face, his Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his eyes.

In order not to let Moxiu mess up Rao Xi, the boy in red kept paying attention to this side from the corner of his eye.

Seeing this, he curled his lips in displeasure, but because of Moxiu's powerful instructions, he still had to continue to do things dutifully.

"Two senior brothers!"

An eager voice came from behind.

"What are you two doing sitting here! Stop watching the show, the suzerain is going to die of anger!"

A young man in Chaoyun Sect's uniform ran over from behind and stood in front of the two with an anxious expression on his face.

"The suzerain has an order to let the inner sect disciples of the main peaks immediately intercept and arrest the demon cultivators who are causing chaos everywhere, so as to quell the chaos of the Chanwei Conference."

Hearing this, Xue Meng immediately stood up with a solemn expression, and said to Rao Xi: "Junior brother, I'll go first."

Rao Xi waved his hand, "Go, go."

He put Xue Meng's chair back into the storage ring.

The young man who followed Xue Meng looked back at Rao Xi, was stunned for a while before saying, "Isn't that senior brother going?"

Xue Meng glanced at him coldly, "What do you think?"

After saying that, he raised his sword and rushed into the crowd, knocking down several demon cultivators to the ground in one fell swoop.

With the cooperation of the inner sect disciples of the main peaks, it didn't take long for most of the demon cultivators to be arrested.

A few of the higher ones gathered around Shen Yuan and were surrounded by the monks who participated in the Interpretation Assembly.

Xue Meng stood at the front, pointing the sword tip at Shen Yuan's forehead, and the smooth blade reflected his smiling lips.

Xue Meng's tone was cool, and her round almond eyes were cold, "Maxiu, why don't you just catch him?"

As the sound fell, the surrounding crowd erupted into loud voices, and many monks who had been bewitched by Shen Yuan looked at him with hateful expressions.

"Finally caught these magicians! It's really abominable!"

"Oops."

The boy in red didn't seem to hear the voices around them discussing their doom.

He was still smiling, and the curve of his lips was raised a little bit, and there was a hint of spring in those charming fox eyes, and the eyes were sparkling.

Many monks sighed for a while, afraid of being affected, they dared not look at it any more, but instead the voices in the crowd became quieter.

Only Xue Meng who stood at the front was unmoved, looking at Shen Yuan as if looking at a dead person.

Shen Yuan's face was full of smiles, and his heart was full of thoughts.

He thought bitterly, damn it, why hasn't that great power come out, he can't hold it anymore!

Just when Shen Yuan and the remaining demon cultivators were about to be arrested, a deep and magnetic voice clearly reached everyone's ears from above.

"What are you righteously doing to the disciples of this deity?"

Under everyone's shocked eyes, a huge hole was torn open in the sky above the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a person slowly walked out from the gap.

It was a man wearing a black brocade robe, with meandering blood-colored stripes on the bottom of the cuffed robe. Against the backdrop of the sun, the blood color was inexplicably somewhat sinister.

The man had red eyes and red hair, a handsome face, long eyebrows flying into his temples, and a huge red and black hammer was carried on his shoulder. He raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, "Yo, it's quite lively."

He smiled, "Sovereign masters won't mind if my disciples come here uninvited for such a grand event like the Chanwei Conference?"

Everyone knows that his eyes are shining brightly: Who dares to give it a try?

At the end of the sentence, the coercion of the Mahayana period swept the entire courtyard like a storm, and all ordinary monks were suppressed to the ground, unable to resist at all.

The ropes on the tied Moxiu's bodies naturally broke, and they all stood up and walked to Shen Yuan's side.

The boy in red let out a sigh of relief, and the adult finally came out.

Taking advantage of the stalemate in the atmosphere above, Shen Yuan looked around, wanting to see where the young man was, but he couldn't find it after looking for a long time.

He thought in a daze, where did Mr. Fu go?

On the high platform, the five suzerains had cold sweat on their foreheads, and they had to use all their spiritual power to keep their bodies from falling to the ground.

Ye Xiang, who had the highest cultivation, could barely maintain his standing posture, and forced a smile on his lips, "The Demon Lord is really joking."

Gan!

The Interpretation Conference has been held for hundreds of years, and this man didn't care about it before, why did he suddenly come here to sabotage it now?

Ye Xiang's heart froze, no.

No wonder a demon cultivator in the devouring period suddenly dared to come to the Weiwei Conference to fight in the ring, so confident, and there were so many demon cultivators ambushing among the monks in the audience, it must be the man in front of him who signaled it!

The old man was so angry that he almost gritted his silver teeth. He slowed down and quickly thought about how to deal with it.

It must be delayed for a while, as long as the uncle comes, let's see if this man dares to be so arrogant.

Rao Xi felt it as early as the moment before the space was torn apart.

His eyes flashed towards the air that was about to be torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, Rao Xi quickly disappeared and moved to the far edge of the courtyard. This place is relatively remote. He hid behind a stone, took out a golden chair and sat down, then looked up at the man standing in the air.

According to the information given to him by the "Xiantu" game official at the beginning, the world of comprehension is divided into two sides, Dao and Demon, and the setting is a background of rivalry.

So on the one hand, there is Duan Congnan from the Mahayana period of Chaoyunzong, and on the other hand, there is the demon palace, also from the Mahayana period, to talk about the demon.

Rao Xi's gaze was fixed on You Yan, showing a bit of contemplation.

It seems that Shen Yuan didn't do it this time. No matter how courageous Shen Yuan is, he wouldn't dare to go to the Daoist Cultivation Conference all by himself.

The coercion above was so strong that even Xue Meng, who had the highest cultivation level among the monks, could not resist. He desperately resisted the pressure of the coercion, biting his lips until they turned white.

Xue Meng knelt down on one knee, holding the natal sword tightly in her right hand. The blade of the sword was inserted into the ground, and the marble known for its hardness cracked deep marks.

Shen Yuan couldn't find Rao Xi for a long time, so he turned his gaze to Xue Meng's body. Seeing Xue Meng's effortless resistance, he laughed and said, "Tsk, it's really a turn of wind and water."

Xue Meng gritted her teeth and managed to utter a word, "You wait for me."

Shen Yuan made a face at him, "Slightly slightly~"

He stuck out his tongue, and suddenly felt a pain in his head, as if he had been hit by something.

Shen Yuan widened his eyes, looked around, and shouted angrily: "Who hit me! You have the ability to hide, and if you have the ability, come out and challenge me one-on-one!"

While Shen Yuan was looking around, Xue Meng suddenly felt that the pressure on his body was much less. He didn't need to expend much spiritual power to ensure that he would not have to stick to the ground under the coercion of the Mahayana period.

Xue Meng was startled, but couldn't figure out who was helping him, so she nodded slightly to the air and said softly, "Thank you, senior."

Shen Yuan yelled several times without getting a response, he was out of breath, and suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Thinking of this, he let out a soft snort, and sat heavily on the ring, his face contorted for a moment in pain because of too much movement.

Shen Yuan shifted his position as if nothing had happened, and adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position.

Hmph, if you don't bully Xue Meng, don't bully him. Next time, he will definitely beat Xue Meng upright.

There is still a confrontation above, and no one has taken any action.

Ye Xiang crushed the sound transmission talisman on his body, and squeezed a bunch of various talismans, sweating profusely, why didn't the uncle come here.

It will never be closed in this situation.

Ye Xiang felt a lump in his heart, making himself break out in a cold sweat.

"Your Majesty... have you not received any news yet?" Sect Master Wang next to him said with difficulty.

Now everyone is counting on him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he also attracted the attention of the remaining three suzerains.

"I've crushed the sound transmission talisman," Ye Xiang tried his best to calmly say, "Wait a little longer, the uncle will come soon."

Standing in the air, You Yue let out a low chuckle, his red eyes seemed to contain infinite evil spirit, the man's red hair was blown by the strong wind, and the black brocade robe drew a ostentatious arc.

"What are the suzerains talking about, why not... tell this deity as well?"

Ye Xiang and the others are all in a state of shock, feeling that they are not well.

Before they could open their mouths, You Yan continued for them.

With a smile on his brow, he raised his voice and said, "Duan Congnan, why don't you come out? Your disciples and grandchildren miss you very much!"

The thick and powerful voice reached everyone's ears, and it seemed that even the clouds in the sky were shunned by the momentum in the man's voice.

It was as if a hurricane passed by, kicking up countless dust and sand.

Shen Yuan hurriedly hugged her hair that was about to be blown away.

Xue Meng knelt on one knee and lowered her head slightly.

The monks who were suppressed and prostrate on the ground were all hit by the sand.

Rao Xi, who was sitting behind the stone, put a barrier for himself to avoid, keeping pressure and dust out of the barrier. He clicked his tongue and looked at the man standing in the air.

The scene of rhetoric is quite big, and I will pretend to be forceful.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-08-1719:56:09~2020-08-1811:07:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: it’s Xiaoyi, おれは天下一品だ, and 1 Wenyi;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of time; 5 bottles of cultural relics;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!