Can the tail be tickled?

The Zongmen Conference is held once every ten years, bringing together hundreds of sects from the world.

On the surface, the Zongmen Conference is a kind and friendly conference for exchanges and learning among various sects, but in fact, it is a cruel competition.

Xiu □□, since ancient times, has only respected strength, the winner will be the king, and the loser will be the bandit.

But the Zongmen Conference has such a status and is valued by the entire cultivation world not only for this reason, but also for another reason, that is, people from the royal family will also participate.

The royal family is respected both in the cultivation world and in front of ordinary people.People of the royal family are born with spiritual roots, most of them are single spiritual roots that can be known as geniuses, so the strength of the royal family is extremely strong visible to the naked eye, and more importantly, the royal family controls the power in the world, and every tiny movement involves The lifeblood of common people's lives.

The Zongmen Conference lasted for half a month. The first five days were when the sects met to discuss matters, and the last ten days was the highlight.It is a competition between sects. Although this is a contest between juniors, one win and one loss will determine the strength and status of the sect in the cultivation world.

Taking Yin Wuqing as an example, he is well-known in the cultivation world for his superb formations and his strange and miscellaneous skills of Dunjia, but the Zizai Sect where he belongs is rarely heard of.

One is that they don't like to be famous, and the other is that they seldom join the world. More importantly, Zizaimen has always been anonymous in the competitions of the Zongmen Conference.

In previous years, Yin Wuqing only brought Yang Xinghe to participate. Yin Wuqing dozed off and forgot all about the competition. Dove the competition directly.

Mo Ziyi often wonders if there are really only the three of them in Zizaimen, otherwise they will be disbanded sooner or later after being tossed about by his unscrupulous master and senior brother.

There are two parts to the competition. For the first five days, the traditional sects will fight against the sects. They will play in the order of drawing lots. Although winning or losing is very important, everyone is fighting with bare hands. mean.Therefore, the group arena competition in the next five days is the most important thing. All old and new grudges are settled on the martial arts arena. If you can fight ruthlessly, and you can wield spiritual weapons and magic weapons, the fight is so intense that you can't wait until the end. It's applauding.

Qing Yanzong specially set up a huge formation for this competition, surrounded the ring, and several powerful disciples guarded it. Only those who verified their identities could be put into the venue. Other casual cultivators without names and identities , you can only fight outside the formation.

The seats for watching the battle are ranked according to the strength of the sect, Zizai sect is at the bottom, and Qing Yanzong, as the head of the sect, is naturally at the front.

Ye Wuhui sat on the highest seat with Ye Yutian, the patriarch of the Qing Yan Sect, the silver gauze was better than the snow, and the headband embroidered with lotus patterns tied the black jade-like hair into a very formal hairstyle, half bunched and half scattered, Cool and elegant and quite fairy style.

Beside Qing Yanzong, sat a young girl in black and gold armor, with long hair erected high, sword eyebrows and star eyes, full of heroic spirit, a red tasseled spear stood beside her, with red feathers fluttering on the tip of the spear, Mo Ziyi could see The scalp is numb, and the chest hurts again and again.

This woman is the person sent by the royal family to participate in the Zongmen Conference this time, and she is also the princess of the royal family, Zuo Junqi.

Mo Ziyi had never defeated anyone in his previous life, but he was shot through the chest by Zuo Junqi and almost lost his life.

Such a high-strength, ruthless woman is staring at Ye Wuhui who is sitting in the next seat motionlessly at this moment, with the shyness of a girl in her eyes, and Ye Wuhui has never looked at him from the beginning to the end. She glanced.

Zuo Junqi likes Ye Wuhui, and the whole cultivation world knows it.

Ye Wuhui sternly rejected Zuo Junqi, and the whole cultivation world knew it.

If Ye Wuhui's attitude towards Zuo Junqi in the previous life was as polite as a friend, then in this life it can be said that he treated Zuo Junqi like an enemy.

Mo Ziyi secretly laughed twice in his heart, and followed Zuo Junqi's gaze to look at Ye Wuhui.

It was clearly crowded with people, and the school uniforms of various sects could fascinate the eyes, but for some reason, Ye Wuhui was able to see the young man in red sitting in a distant corner at a glance when he crossed the sea of ​​people.

The eyes of the two met, and Mo Ziyi waved excitedly at him, blinking one eye quickly.

It was clearly still April, but Ye Wuhui felt a scorching hot air rushing towards his veins crazily.

The young master, who had always been cold and cold, felt a little overwhelmed between the corners of his eyes and the brow, and then, imitating Mo Ziyi's movements clumsily, blinked one eye quickly.

As if lightning flashed and stars blinked, Mo Ziyi's heart felt agitated, and he quickly covered his mouth and nose, for fear that the next moment, dark red blood would suddenly slip out of his nose.

Mo Ziyi quickly withdrew his eyes, and moved towards Yang Xinghe's side as if flattering him: "Senior Brother, let's discuss something with you."

Being used to being teased, Yang Xinghe subconsciously felt that Mo Ziyi's flattery must have no good intentions: "What?"

Mo Ziyi smiled and said, "I'll go up to the battle against the Sun Moon Building later."

"why?"

Mo Ziyi didn't answer, but looked at Ye Wuhui, who was also staring at here, his pupils were warm and soft like cut autumn water.

Mo Ziyi thought in his heart that the well-behaved and cute character set up in Ye Wuhui's heart could not be collapsed, so he immediately straightened his back and sat upright.

Yang Xinghe glanced at Ye Wuhui, then at Mo Ziyi, who instantly transformed into a good baby, showing a meaningful expression: "I understand, ten roast chickens, one less will not be enough."

Mo Ziyi gave a thumbs up and reached a consensus.

The host chattered on the stage, and finally faced the crowd, announcing the start of the competition.

The sound of war drums resounded throughout the martial arts stage, and with the beat of the drums, a disciple of the Sun Moon Tower in white jumped into the sky, turned over in the air, and landed on the martial arts stage gracefully.

This disciple was fair-looking, and this action attracted the attention of many female disciples, causing screams in a small area. He pretended to be polite, bowed slightly to the screaming female disciples, smiled politely, and screamed. The cry grows further.

Mo Ziyi rolled his eyes: "Pretend."

Just as he was about to get up, Yin Wuqing whispered beside him: "Pay attention to the time of transformation, don't reveal your identity."

Even after more than a year, apart from being able to put his tail and ears away properly, Mo Ziyi's transformation has not improved much, and he can only persist for two hours. When the hours are together, the young man will turn back to his original form. The body of a fox.

Mo Ziyi recalled the time when he took shape, and there was enough time, so he said "Understood", and went straight to the stage.

The young man's long hair was tied up crookedly and casually, he was dressed in maple clothes like fire, he was wearing deerskin short boots, and a fire-colored long whip was pinned to his waist. He was full of vigor and high spirits.

As soon as the young man appeared on the stage, the aura created by the disciple of the Sun Moon Tower dissipated in an instant, and the eyes of the female disciples present all focused on Mo Ziyi's face.

What kind of face is that, beautiful in appearance and beautiful in expression.His pupils are as clear as amber, his white skin is like snow, and he is as handsome as an immortal from the Jade Palace. He looks cold and proud, but he exudes the sunshine and confidence of a young man from his bones, like the warm winter sun, blooming Shimmer, blooming warmth.

Facing the disciples of the Sun Moon Tower, Mo Ziyi raised the corners of his mouth, stretched out a hand with confidence, and said politely, "Please."

Seeing that his limelight had been snatched away, the disciples of the Sun Moon Tower were gnashing their teeth, and they were no longer polite, they jumped up, summoned wisps of dark green spiritual power, and swept towards Mo Ziyi with strong hostility. come.

Mo Ziyi raised his eyebrows, with a calm and calm expression on his face, at the moment when the green spiritual power was about to attack him, the sky was full of red flames, with an aura that swallowed up the sky and covered the sun, and completely wiped out the attacks of the disciples of the Sun Moon Tower Next, it turned into a fire dragon, roaring past with an endless and irresistible momentum.

One hit defeats the enemy.

The disciple of the Sun Moon Tower didn't realize what happened, he only knew that his eyes were red, and he was dazed. his Adam's apple.

The boy's eyes were clear, and he seemed to be well-behaved, but he provocatively said in a voice that only he could hear: "You're the only one who can pretend?"