The monk who stood up before saw Qiao Zhuo's insolent appearance and was so angry that he almost wanted to attack, but he was dragged back by his brother from the same sect behind him.

Qiao Zhuo gently shook the bone fan in his hand, with a calm expression as if the yelling person in front of him was nothing more than Xiaoxiao, he smiled wildly with his lips curled up, and said mockingly: "Yin Song sect, that's all."

The shouting man was wearing a red-crowned crane robe with brown patterns, and the Qingbu rune wrapped around his sleeves was the imprint of the Yinsong sect.

Seeing this, Wu Lianxi became angry again, resisting the movement of his senior brother behind him to stop him, and reprimanded: "I am Wu Lianxi, a disciple of Changlian Daoist of the Yinsong Sect. The demon cultivator is so rampant. If you are really an open-minded person as the rumors say, Why are you hiding under this eagle beak mask and not daring to see people?!"

Yuan Xu, who had been silently by Qiao Zhuo's side all this time, suddenly raised his eyes, and the cold air rushed towards his face, which was actually a very oppressive and awe-inspiring sword air.

Wu Lianxi was startled, and couldn't help but take a few steps back and bumped into the chest of the person behind him.

"Lianxi!" The senior brother who was dragging him frowned when he heard the words. Although he knew that Wu Lianxi had a quick temper and never saw this kind of devil cultivating evil ways, but now he is in the seminar on cultivating immortals organized by Lingyunzong.Daoist Qingxu, who has entered the stage of leaving his body, also prepared a seat for the puppet under Moxiu's seat two days ago, clearly showing fear.

Wu Lianxi couldn't figure out the twists and turns, but Mu Zelan knew it very well.

So before Qiao Zhuo could continue to stir up Wu Lianxi's anger, Mu Zelan stepped forward to stop Wu Lianxi and cupped his fists and said, "Your Excellency, please don't be as knowledgeable as my junior brother, he is young and ignorant, so he is rude to you."

Mu Zelan and Wu Lianxi wore the same brown robes, but compared to the obviously youthful Wu Lianxi, the Mu Zelan in front of him seemed to have a certain amount of advances and retreats, a character who judged timing.

But Qiao Zhuo didn't care about this at all, because he was a villain, and he could be killed or beaten according to his own will.

The crowd standing by the high platform saw the man under the gilded eagle beak mask close his bone fan with a snap, pointing at Mu Zelan from a distance of five steps away, and he sneered only when the face of the other party was getting darker.With a sound, he changed his gaze and looked at Wu Lianxi again, and snorted coldly: "Cover up and dare not see people?"

Wu Lianxi was overwhelmed by Qiao Zhuo's soaring aura, unable to move his legs for a while, feeling an inexplicable fear in his heart.

It is both demon energy and sword energy, how can this Bodhisattva have the ability to make many capable people around him obey orders.

Qiao Zhuo's laugh seemed to be satirizing their ignorance and curiosity, and his devilish energy was suppressed by him in an instant. The man's indifferent eyes regarded them as ants, and he only sneered and walked past Mu Zelan without looking back.On the side, he threw down a haughty sentence, and said: "It turns out that the Yinsong Sect established the sect with the excuse of being young. It seems that others in this world will make you three points?"

The tall and majestic puppets stood behind Qiao Zhuo, all glaring at Wu Lianxi and Mu Zelan fiercely, but Qiao Zhuo's words made them speechless.

Even the orthodox monks standing beside the high platform turned their eyes away in shame when they heard what Qiao Zhuo said.

But Qiao Zhuo was happy to see them like this, and when he walked through the ring, he deliberately teased loudly: "Everyone can hear clearly? The disciples of the Yinsong sect are young and ignorant, everyone should be a little more modest in the ring competition,Otherwise, you are bullying people!"

The rampant Moxiu smiled wantonly and went to the seat prepared by Ling Yunzong, throwing his robe and sat down gracefully. He played a bone fan beautifully and neatly. The man's fingers were well-articulated, and his cold white skin was dotted with faint traces of powder, likeIt was as if someone had held it between their lips and teeth and loved it.

Everyone's eyes fell for a moment, then they moved away in all directions, their hearts skipped a beat at the same time, he said, absurd.

The monks who were quietly observing the group of fiendish puppets on the seats all noticed a taciturn and silent man in white clothes standing beside Moxiu Bodhisattva.

The white-clothed man looked as handsome as a fairy. Compared with the demon cultivator, his gorgeous figure was more like a cultivator of immortals. For some reason, he also stood beside the big demon for him to drive.

"Master, drink tea." Yuan Xu ignored all the probing eyes, slightly leaned over and handed Qiao Zhuo a white porcelain tea bowl.No room for anyone else.

When Qiao Zhuo took over the tea bowl, the competition on the high platform had already been announced.

Today is the last day of the Dao Discussion, and there are only three duels. Yuan Xu replaced Qiao Zhuo in the battle, and he needs to win two people in a row to win the final leader.

Qiao Zhuo frowned and said lightly: "How sure are you?"

The Dao Discussion Conference has been held to this day, and the monks who can come here are not fuel-efficient lamps, and their cultivation bases are unpredictable, but the person they met was Yuan Xu. Qiao Zhuo looked at the hero of the small world in front of him, although he askedHe said, but he wasn't worried at all.

Yuan Xu threw his robe and knelt beside Qiao Zhuo with one knee, raised his eyes and said: "Although the master helps me in my cultivation, life and death are uncertain on the high platform, and my subordinates will definitely do their best."

Qiao Zhuo propped his chin and looked at Yuan Xu with a smile. This man purposely made it so difficult, because he had to raise conditions again.

Before Qiao Zhuo could continue to think, he heard Yuan Xu, who was kneeling in front of him, bowing his head respectfully and said: "The subordinate is willing to go through fire and water for the master. After winning the leader, will the master reward me?"

Qiao Zhuo suppressed the smile in his eyes, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Want to reward?"

Yuan Xu nodded without saying a word.

In the direction that many monks were looking at, Qiao Zhuo kicked Yuan Xu's shoulder lightly as soon as he lifted his foot, and said angrily: "Begging for rewards before you even get on the stage, Xiao Ci, you really are getting more and more insatiable."

The monks were dumbfounded.

Yuan Xu supported Qiao Zhuo's ankle without changing his face, raised his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "It was the master who allowed me to make progress."

Qiao Zhuo snorted and laughed, thinking that Yuan Xu was about to lose his horse in the plot of the small world, he didn't care about any rewards, and replied casually: "Okay, as long as you can win the leader."

Yuan Xu frowned and asked: "What will the master give?"

The puppets of Long Yan and Mannia stood far behind the seats, they couldn't hear the conversation between Qiao Zhuo and Yuan Xu, they could only see their unusually intimate movements.

Qiao Zhuo grabbed his ankle, and when Yuan Xu let go unwillingly, he continued, "I'll give you whatever you want."

As soon as Qiao Zhuo's words fell, there was a thunderous sound indicating the official start of the Dao Discussion Meeting.

Seeing Yuan Xu stand up with deep eyebrows, his whole body was extremely cold, he looked at Qiao Zhuo steadfastly, with a terrifying possessiveness in his eyes, and said: "Master, you want it, you keep what you say."

Qiao Zhuo lightly raised his chin and smiled flamboyantly, like a brightly colored crabapple in full bloom.

Qiao Zhuo reprimanded softly: "Get out of here."

Yuan Xu put away this other kind of flirting, turned his head and glanced at Qiao Zhuo again, and then reluctantly walked towards the high platform.

Counting today, the Lingyun Sect Discussion Conference has been held for four days. Although the real Qingxu had shown the gentleman's sword of Mingxiao Xianzun earlier to prove that he is still in the world, the monks of the righteous way only saw the sword, but no people.The doubts in his heart gradually became stronger, and he couldn't help guessing whether Immortal Venerable Ming Xiao was seriously injured, or why he couldn't even see him.

The news of chasing wind and shadows became more and more popular. Qingwu stood quietly beside Daoist Qingxu, looked towards the high platform of the competition, and said with a sad face: "Master, I met a monk who came to pay respects to Mingxiao Xianzun again this morning.I can't hide it for a long time."

Qingwu and Qingzhuan were waiting at Wuji Peak, and heard with their own ears that the soul lamp of Immortal Mingxiao was extinguished.

But the gentleman's sword is clanging, Qingxu is sure that Mingxiao Xianzun is still in the world, they can only try their best to find it, but the result is not satisfactory.

Daoist Qingxu stroked his long beard, frowned and muttered: "If you don't come back again, this world will really be completely messed up."

On the high platform, Yuan Xu held a sharp big knife and raised his hand to slash and chop.

The sharp sword intent was like a roaring dragon, rushing straight to the face of the monk in front of him.

Yuan Xu knew that his cultivation was advanced, and his subordinates had relaxed their strength, but he didn't expect that such restraint would make the opponent fall off the high platform and admit defeat after only two or three moves.

The monk who fell in the crowd put his long sword against the bluestone slab, raised his head and said unwillingly: "I lost."

The many puppets standing beside Qiao Zhuo cheered the monk together when they heard the words, holding stone axes and blood swords in their hands, they were vicious ghosts at all.

The monks frowned angrily and looked over, only to see Qiao Zhuo, the leader sitting lazily on the high chair, holding his chin and saying coldly: "Not bad."

Moxiu Bodhisattva covered the face of the eagle's beak, but he must be a handsome man in terms of posture and voice. But at this moment, the righteous monks were completely immersed in the shame of being defeated by a puppet under Moxiu's command.Hastily glanced over.

Standing in the audience, Wu Lianxi blushed angrily, and said, "Brother, this puppet uses knives, but it doesn't look like he's used to using knives in his moves. If you fight him, you won't know whether you will win or lose."

The final round of competitions at the Cultivation of Immortals and Daoism Association kicked off.

One of the people standing on the high platform was Yuan Xu, and the other was Mu Zelan, the eldest disciple of the Yinsong sect.

Mu Zelan's face was as dark as water, and she raised her hand in extreme fear: "Please."

Yuan Xu didn't speak, and still stood in the middle of the stage with a blank expression on his face. Only when his white clothes were flying around could everyone see that the hem of his clothes was covered with tattoos of all kinds of runes.The nameless puppet of this man, but he has such a profound cultivation base!

Qiao Zhuo sat on a chair while watching and asked the system in his heart: "Why is it so long, has Jun Zijian come yet?"

The system comforted: "Host, don't worry, immediately."

As soon as the system's voice fell, the two people on the stage had already started fighting.

The big disciple of the Yinsong sect really stretched out his hands extraordinaryly, even if he was facing Yuan Xu, he was able to match him back and forth.

Daoist Qingxu, who was watching the competition from a distance, suddenly frowned, and hurriedly raised his hand to count, half a quarter of an hour later, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yuanxu in white, and was so shocked that he fell off his chair and stood up.

"It's...it's..." Daoist Qingxu just said with a trembling voice, and Qing Wu and Qing Zhuan who were beside him quickly stepped forward to hold Daoist Qingxu firmly.

"Master, why are you so frightened?" Qing Wu just asked, the result of the competition on the high platform has been divided.

Mu Zelan from the Yinsong sect fell down from the high platform, and saw a man with white robe and black hair standing out from the crowd, his eyebrows and eyes were frosty, and he was astonishingly cold.

Yuan Xu stood on the high platform, looking at Qiao Zhuo from a distance, Qiao Zhuo saw Yuan Xu's eyebrows slightly moving, and his Adam's apple rolling when looking across the crowd.

Yuan Xu said, "Master, I won."

The puppets behind him were very happy, but only Qiao Zhuo sat quietly without saying a word.

The orthodox monks saw that a demon cultivator had won the leader of the Cultivation of Immortals and Discussion Association, and felt extremely humiliated for a moment, and their speeches inevitably became noisy and chaotic.

Yuan Xu moved his cultivation base in Lingyun Sect, and the gentleman's sword was already clanging in Wuji Peak, trying to break free.

Just when Yuan Xu stepped off the high platform and walked towards Qiao Zhuo, he saw the changes in the sky and the wind whizzing wantonly. Wu Lianxi closed his mouth that had been chattering just now, raised his eyes in the flying sand all over the sky, and saw the sky from the peak.The gentleman's sword flying straight!

Everyone around the high platform was stunned, Jun Zijian came straight towards Yuan Xu.

Just when everyone thought it was Moxiu who won the leader and angered Ming Xiao Xianzun's natal sword, the Gentleman's sword fell firmly into Yuan Xu's hands, and the moment he recognized the master, he exuded an extremely domineering and fierce sword aura!

Yuan Xu's fate was completely broken, and this puppet disguise could no longer be maintained.

Under the eyes of everyone, the 'Xiao Ci' was torn apart, the wind gradually calmed down, and the sky gradually cleared up. When the monks raised their heads again, they all saw the Hefa Daxiu standing on the high platform.

The system's notification tone immediately rang in Qiao Zhuo's ears: "Host, the hero of the small world, Yuan Xu, has a career growth value of +10."

Qiao Zhuo stood up the second he heard it, stepped on the tea table and flew to the high platform before everyone recovered.

The Moxiu Bodhisattva under the gilded eagle beak mask held a black bone fan in his hand, pointed at Yuan Xu in front of him, and scolded: "Mingxiao Immortal, you pretended to be a puppet and lay dormant beside me for half a month, what is your plan?!"