The next day, everyone was watching. On the largest open-air arena in Yanwu Pavilion, Zhao Fu stood there quietly waiting with a spear in his hand, surrounded by crowds of people.

Although the meridians in Chang'an are still full of swelling pain, they still resolutely endured the piercing pain and appeared here, hiding in the crowd, like most people, turning their eyes to the entrance of Yanwu Pavilion.

She is not a fool. Although Shen Yuangui is a sword cultivator, he has never shown that mysterious golden sword energy. Moreover, with the other party's eagerness to get his own favor, he may not be able to make up some lies to deceive her.

That day, in the seventh floor, except for her and Shen Yuangui, there was only the one named Wei Yuan present. She did not particularly believe Shen Yuangui's words, so she came today to find out whether the golden sword energy was Wei Yuan's.

Time passed by minute by minute. On the ring, a half-burned sandalwood was inserted into the incense burner in front of Zhao Fu, and his brows were slightly frowning.

Under the ring, Zhao Gui shouted anxiously, "Will that Wei Yuan be so timid that he dare not respond, you are a waste!"

On a tall building not far from Yanwu Pavilion, several elders and Meng Zhenshu stood by the window. Except for this God Lord, everyone else's faces were a little strange.

"Wei Yuan dare not come?

It shouldn't be. He could force Zhao Gui back with one sword. Although he could not kill Yuanchu realm, his strength was obviously inconsistent with the realm. There was still a chance to win in a battle with Zhao Fu."

"You can't be so timid, right?"

Yang Yue narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Even if it is a piece of mutton fat jade, if it is not that spirit, no matter how luxurious it is, it will not be able to be elegant. It seems that we have misread that kid."

At this time, Meng Zhenshu finally spoke. She showed an expression that she knew would be like this for a long time and smiled slightly, "In your eyes, Wei Yuan may have the ability to compete with Zhao Fuyi. In the eyes of those disciples, the loser of this battle must be Wei Yuan, but no one thought about... how Wei Yuan himself viewed this competition."

Hearing this, an elder was stunned for a moment and said, "What God, do you mean is that Wei Yuan knows that he will lose, so he really dare not come?"

Meng Zhenshu shook his head slightly and chuckled, "If I'm not mistaken, this little cutie is much better than you think."

As he said that, Meng Zhenshu recalled the time when he first met Wei Yuan in the Beihai Ice Palace.

A mere Yuanchu cultivator, under the majesty of the three gods, still has the courage to draw the sword. Although he was only one inch out of the sheath, he must not underestimate this inch, because even a powerful man in the Creation Realm who is only one step away from the realm of immortality will never have the idea of ​​drawing the sword under the unprecedented pressure of the three immortal cultivators. He may have been suppressed by the three gods and kneeled down to the ground and unable to move at all.

This is also why Meng Zhenshu only took Wei Yuan away from the Beihai Ice Palace and did not look for his treasure again. This kid's potential may be much greater than what she saw, and the aura that emanated from him was so similar to Ren Fuping, which made Meng Zhenshu conclude that if the secret of this child was made public, even the six heavenly palaces would have to covet it.

"Did Lord God mean that Wei Yuan didn't take this competition seriously at all?"

Yang Yue raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes, in his eyes, he couldn't see Zhao Fu at all, because a core disciple of Tai Sui Palace is too small and he doesn't deserve to be seen by him."

As he said that, Meng Zhengshu waved his sleeves and turned around and walked out of the attic. "You don't have to wait any longer. My little cutie is afraid that she won't come."

"This..." Everyone looked at each other, curious that Wei Yuan was kidnapped by Lord God from there. His temperament is really not simple.

Meng Zhengshu walked out of the attic, turned his head to look at the direction where Wei Yuan's villa was located, and smiled, "I guess what the little cutie is planning now. Sister, I won't let you escape from my palm. Since you don't come, then sister will have to go find you."

Half a stick of incense passed again, and the disciples around the ring were already cursing in anger, saying such as "coward", "coward", "soft egg" and so on.

On the ring, Zhao Fu put away his spear and kicked over the incense burning with sandalwood in front of him, and sneered disdainfully, "What qualifications are there to be called core disciples with us!"

Chang'an, among the crowd, sighed helplessly. It seemed that he was too arrogant to see Wei Yuan. How could such a timid person be his life-saving benefactor?

At the moment when the crowd of Yanwu Pavilion gradually dissipated, far away in the villa where Wei Yuan was, Meng Zhenshu tiptoed open the gate and looked around the courtyard for a while, but no one was there.

She was stunned for a moment, then walked out of the room where Wei Yuan was lightly, then suddenly pushed open the door, her eyes as lightning, and she quickly searched for Wei Yuan's figure in the room.

When she finally saw Wei Yuan sitting cross-legged on the bed and meditating with her eyes closed, she felt a little disappointed and pulled the broken hair on her forehead, "It's boring, I thought I could watch the beautiful scene of our cute little girl taking a shower with a wide clothes."

As he said that, the Supreme God of Tai Sui Palace stepped into the room and asked with a smile, "There are tens of thousands of people waiting for you in Yanwu Pavilion. Is it really good to just let someone else's pigeons go like this?"

Wei Yuan did not intend to answer this question, nor did he see Meng Zhengshu like other disciples, and quickly got up and bowed, and still closed his eyes and meditated. He just said lightly, "God Lord is here, don't you know what is the matter?"

Meng Zhengshu didn't care much about Wei Yuan's attitude. He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down lazily beside Wei Yuan. He tweaked his slim hair with one hand, touched Wei Yuan's beautiful cheek with the other, and spoke as if he was orchid, "Sister, don't miss you anymore. You look so beautiful, it really makes my sister dream about you. She doesn't want to have a meal or even eat. She just wants to sleep with you and keep warm."

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, slightly turned his head to avoid the palm that Meng Zhengshu touched, and said coldly, "I have never seen a man like the Supreme God of Tai Sui Palace. How can I get into your eyes with such an unknown man?"

"Oh, it's so cold, but my sister just likes you."
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