Duanmu took care of this perfect man carefully. It wasn't that this handsome man had a perfect face. The best-looking man Duanmu had ever seen was probably his master, but the man in front of him gave him the feeling that he had reached the extreme in every aspect.

Even if he was perfect, Duanmu had no interest in men. When he was about to look away, he found that there was a familiar figure at the end of the group of people who had just fallen.

Why is he here? Duanmu thought in his mind that Mo Zihao is a man with low self-esteem. Duanmu knows Mo Zihao's temperament. He doesn't seem like someone who wants to seek the limelight.

Duanmu stared at the man with low self-esteem. Mo Zihuo felt as if someone was looking at him. He raised his head that had been lowered and saw Duanmu looking at him. However, Mo Zihuo didn't recognize Duanmu for a moment, but Mo Zihuo knew that he must have seen him.

Duanmu.

"I said, you are really good. You followed Wushuang from Tiangumen to here. You are not from Tiangumen. You can't live with us. You can find someone in Qingsang Town."

Let's live somewhere." Yi Jiangnan smiled and went to say hello to the perfect man.

"Haha, okay." The perfect man kept his eyes on the quiet girl. No one knew whether he heard what Yi Jiangnan was saying when he fell to the ground.

"Okay, stop talking, let's go." When the old sect master saw that everyone was due, he gave a majestic order and flew towards Qingsang Mountain. Before leaving, he glanced at Duanmu and Naluo.

Seeing the old sect master leaving, everyone followed him. The quiet woman was Gu Wushuang, and the perfect man was the famous crazy boy Bu Wuyao.

Bu Wuyao also wanted to follow. Gu Wushuang glanced at him indifferently. Bu Wuyao smiled ingratiatingly, knowing that he could not go ahead. After all, he was not a disciple of the Tiangu Sect and could not live with them on the mountain.

Bu Wuyao stared at Gu Wushuang, who had disappeared into the sky, and took a long time to look away.

Duanmu looked at Bu Wuyao, this perfect man, who was truly perfect, with perfect temperament, perfect appearance, and perfect body, yet he was so infatuated.

However, Duanmu ignored Bu Wuyao, because Duanmu guessed his identity, and also guessed that the beautiful woman with clear and refined temperament just now should be Gu Wushuang. Now everyone calls her Xiao Feihong, and she is also the one who has the best chance to win the championship in this fighting competition.

One of the popular figures, Duanmu knew all these things after he came to Tianqingsang Town, and he also learned a lot about various factions in the world.

"Brother, did something happen just now?" Gu Wushuang's master, Xuan Yue, knew something had happened when she saw the situation and the atmosphere, so she accelerated her flying speed and caught up with the old sect master, who was also his

Brother asked.

"Hey, one of my disciples did something embarrassing, and people came to attack him." The old sect leader said with a sigh.

"It's not that simple, senior brother. The one with the lowest cultivation level of the two just now was also his sword essence, and it has reached a bottleneck. The cultivation level has reached a bottleneck at a young age. Isn't your apprentice also reaching a bottleneck at this age?" Xuan Yue said.

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"Yeah, so I've been thinking about that unsatisfactory bitch just now, and didn't know to come back to see me. That kid's cultivation just now is really good. He must have been given guidance by an expert. But that kid is not what I'm worried about. I'm worried about him.

It's another one. Even I didn't see his cultivation. It seems that he must not be inferior to me." The old sect leader was talking about Na Luo. This was the reason he was most worried. He didn't expect such a person to appear in the world.

, I actually didn’t know it at all.

Xuan Yue didn't notice Na Luo's cultivation. She thought her senior brother could see it, but she didn't expect that even his senior brother didn't notice it. However, Xuan Yue didn't say anything. The leaders of two of the three major sects of the righteous path hadn't arrived yet.

If they arrive, there will be no need to worry about anything.

But what makes the old sect leader most uneasy is that Na Luo can use his spiritual consciousness to communicate with people. This ability requires very strong mental power. After living for more than a hundred years, this is the first time that the old sect leader has seen him using his spiritual consciousness.

This person has only been seen in books before.

"This eldest brother, I see that you are so majestic and magnanimous. If you don't abandon me, I would like to become a brother with you. I wonder what your eldest brother wants?" Bu Wuyao turned around when he heard the voice and saw a man who deserved a beating.

His face is the most unbeatable face I have ever seen in my life.

Since the old sect leader of Tiangu Sect arrived at Qingsang Mountain, the heads of all the sects came to Qingsang Mountain one after another.

Every day you can see disciples from various sects, big and small, coming down the mountain to greet the top leader of their sect.

Duanmu was in an extremely bad mood these days. He originally wanted to kill Bu Qingbai, but when he was interfered with by that shameless old man, his hatred for Bu Qingbai immediately disappeared and all his hatred was transferred to Lao

But once the old sect leader left, Duanmu didn't know why he hated that shameless old man.

Duanmu thought for several days, and finally figured out that the old sect leader was not shameless on the surface, but used a method that could transfer his anger instantly, and he really fell into the old sect leader's trap stupidly.

It's a trap. It's true that the saying goes, "As you grow older, you become better. Next time you meet this old man, you must be careful of him plotting against you."

There is another reason for Duanmu's bad mood these days. Duanmu is sitting at the table in front of the second floor window with his chin in one hand. This is also the best viewing platform for watching the excitement for more than 20 days. You can see all kinds of people here every day.

As a cultivator, you can still listen to the eloquent explanations by Luo Kongxian and others, which is a kind of enjoyment for a newcomer in the world of cultivation. However, Duanmu raised his eyes and looked at the two people who were talking, and suddenly lost his mood.

Xiaohan, a shameless little bitch from the Lingjian Sect, actually became good friends with Bu Wuyao in just a few days. At least on the outside, the two of them seemed to have become friends.

Bu Wuyao would be dragged here by Xiao Han every day to chat and spank. Who would have thought that Bu Wuyao, one of the famous three young masters, would like to talk like this with Xiao Han. The two of them still have the chance to meet each other.

The feeling of being late.

"Brother, look, it seems that the bald head of the Vajra Temple, Master Fuyuan, is coming too." Xiaohan knew that no one would pay attention to him when talking to people like Duanmu, so now he could only talk to Bu Wuyao.

"Well, Master Fuyuan is an eminent monk. I don't know who he will bring this time." Bu Wuyao nodded and said, Bu Wuyao always has a kind of domineering power in his body, and everyone can feel it, but this kind of domineering power is increasing.

It will disappear when it reaches Gu Wushuang, and the hero is saddened by the beauty.

Everyone looked at a group of bald heads on the street, standing in the middle of the road with expressionless faces, waiting for Master Fuyuan, the abbot of the Vajra Temple.

Sure enough, as soon as Bu Wuyao finished speaking, he saw several golden lights flash across the sky in the distance, and four more monks appeared in the streets of Qingsang Town.

The leader was an old monk who looked to be a hundred years old. He had a skinny body, a face full of wrinkles, and his red cassock was very shabby. The only thing that impressed people was the old monk's deep eyes.

After the old monk appeared in Qingsang Town, he did not first pay attention to the Vajra Buddhist disciples who came to greet him. Duanmu felt that the old monk seemed to have glanced in the direction where he was, intentionally or unintentionally.

"This is Master Fuyuan, whom everyone in the world of cultivation respects very much. No matter where he goes, the right path to evil must be given to the thin-faced Vajra Abbot. The two middle-aged monks beside him are not ordinary people either.

One is Huiming, the other is Huizhen, and the youngest monk at the end should be a new disciple who has started in the past ten years, and has never been seen before." Bu Wuyao looked at the people in Vajra Temple and said.

Although Bu Wu Yao didn't become famous for a long time, Bu Wu Yao was born as a casual cultivator and has a very clear understanding of all the forces and figures in the world of cultivation since he was a child.

Duanmu listened to Bu Wuyao's words and looked at Master Fuyuan and the three people behind him. They were indeed extraordinary in cultivation. Huizhen Duanmu had seen him when he was at the Beast King Mountain, and he had also heard Xuehan say that the Vajra Temple cultivates itself, and

Huizhen has already cultivated the middle stage of the immortal golden body, which is the envy of all cultivators, and the disciples of the Vajra Temple have also practiced the method of becoming a saint in the physical body.

Duanmu looked at another person named Huiming. He should be of the same generation as Huizhen. They are both disciples of Master Fuyuan. Moreover, Huiming and Huizhen look quite similar. They are both tall and rugged, with an upright and bright face.

Looking at their bodies and faces, the evil spirits want to enter their bodies.

Duanmu could clearly see the four golden lights when they were flying in the air just now. They were sacred, noble, solemn and solemn. Just seeing the golden lights just now made people awe-inspiring, and now seeing him in person made people even more excited.

A sense of awe.

Standing at the end was a young monk who looked smart and looked around curiously. He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old and seemed to be very curious about everything and looking around, which formed a sharp contrast with the other monks.

The young monk happened to raise his head and look towards Duanmu. The two of them met each other's eyes. They both felt a sense of déjà vu and were stunned for a moment. They looked into each other's eyes as if they had understood each other's emotions at this time.

Feel the same.

The biggest characteristic of the young monk is his cleverness. He is not very tall, just over 1.7 meters tall, but his shiny head is extremely round. Duanmu swore he had never seen such a round head in his life. He thought this guy's head was

Why is it so long? It’s like a ball. It’s too damn round.

It's a miracle that the head has grown like this. Duanmu thought about it with a smile on his lips. The little monk seemed to see that Duanmu was laughing at his head and made a fierce expression. However, Duanmu knew at a glance that it was the little monk who was doing this specially.

He pretends to be ferocious, and he rarely has this kind of expression. It doesn't look like him at all, has no intimidating effect at all, and he's also very cute.

When Duanmu saw the little monk like this, his smile became even more exaggerated. Duanmu actually pointed at the little monk and climbed on the table like a child, laughing loudly.

The little monk seemed very angry and turned away from Duanmu, but as if he was curious whether Duanmu was still laughing at him, he secretly raised his eyes to look at him. The little monk really regretted why he had raised his head. Duanmu was the only one laughing at him just now.

Now the five or six people around Duanmu are laughing at him, these shameless guys.
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