Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Chapter 67   I am a lucky person (please recommend it in the second update)

Wan Xiaotian was taken to a very remote little house by Huo Linglong, which was very simple in layout. There was nothing except a bed, a table, and a chair. There was no wall. Even the wall was not painted. You could see that the wall was made of stone.

Wan Xiaotian curled his lips and thought to himself that he was avenging his private revenge. But he said, "Oh, this place is really good, it's a house made of stone. You see, it's so neat, it should have taken a lot of thought."

Huo Linglong was angry when she saw Wan Xiaotian's gangster look, so she simply didn't see her. She said, "You just stay here, don't go anywhere. If you run around and touch the formation, no one will save you."

Wan Xiaotian nodded reluctantly. He didn't like this little girl. He looked rude and wanted to whip him with a whip at all.

Seeing that Wan Xiaotian was so disgusting, Huo Linglong left in a angrily manner.

After rushing for a month, Wan Xiaotian was also tired. He slept until the next afternoon and felt refreshed and wanted to go out for a walk. As for Huo Linglong's instructions not to walk around and touch the formation, he had already been thrown behind his head.

The place that Huo Linglong arranged for Wan Xiaotian was very remote. Wan Xiaotian leisurely enjoyed the scenery while walking forward. When he walked to a dense place, he found that there were very few people. He couldn't help but wonder that he could still see people coming and going here yesterday.

I grabbed an outer disciple in the Qi Refining Stage and asked, and then I realized that the training qualification selection competition for the True Fire Secret Realm has begun, and everyone has gone to watch the fun.

How can there be less fun? I Wan Xiaotian. Wan Xiaotian came to a super large square under the Diaoluo Peak, where four formation barriers were arranged on it, and they were placed in the square like four large cages. The four formation barriers were fighting fiercely. There were already dense crowds of people in the square, most of whom were watching the fun, and most of them were disciples in the Qi Refining Stage.

Wan Xiaotian looked very lively and walked forward. When he squeezed into the front, he had already learned about the general situation. The scope of this selection competition was limited to the foundation-building period, and the core disciples who could not be over fifty years old.

However, most of the monks in the early stages of foundation building and the middle stage of foundation building have self-knowledge, and few of them participate in the competition. By this calculation, there are not so many disciples in the late stage of foundation building in the entire Diaoluo Mountain, and with the need to be the core disciple, there are not many people who can truly participate in the final competition. Among these twenty or thirty people, Diaoluo Fourth Master and Huo Linglong are the most popular ones. Because these people are not only handsome, beautiful, but also have great magic weapons and high combat power, and everyone has a lot of fans.

Wan Xiaotian came to the front of a formation barrier and saw He Changfeng standing alone in front of the formation barrier watching the battle, looking like he was not close to him. There were many female disciples surrounded by him, looking at He Changfeng's back with a foul-faced look on his face, but he did not dare to get close.

Wan Xiaotian rolled his eyes and smiled badly, and came to He Changfeng's side.

A monk usually keeps a certain distance between monks to show that they are not hostile. Wan Xiaotian would not care about this.

He Changfeng felt someone approaching him and frowned. He thought to himself, who was so eyebrow-free. When he turned his head and saw that it was Wan Xiaotian, his face instantly pulled down.

"What are you here to do?" He Changfeng said bluntly, his voice full of hostility.

"Haha, let's cheer for Senior Brother He. We met each other yesterday, so we were friends." Wan Xiaotian said as if he were right.

He Changfeng thrust his face and thought to himself that he really knew each other, but didn’t he break up later? This guy is really thick-skinned.

Wan Xiaotian smiled and said, "Senior Brother He, it's your turn later, right? Well, I'll cheer you here. My father once said that I am a lucky person. If I stand by you, I will definitely give you some blessings and give you some qualifications to practice in the secret realm." As he said, he twisted a small handful of Huanling San's fingers, pretending to touch his nose and raised it casually, and blew on He Changfeng with the wind.

"Hmph, no need, He will naturally get the qualification to practice in the secret realm by himself. You are so disgusting here." He Changfeng looked at Wan Xiaotian with disgust, thinking that a person who was greedy for food actually came to make friends with him.

"Hey, Brother He, I'm also kind-hearted. I'm such a lucky person. If you drive me away, you will be in trouble." Wan Xiaotian looked very sorry.

"You are just in trouble, your whole family is in trouble. Senior Brother He (Uncle Master) doesn't like you, why are you still here for?" Before He Changfeng could answer, Wan Xiaotian heard a group of chattering dissatisfaction behind him.

Wan Xiaotian turned his head and saw the female disciples staring at Wan Xiaotian with anger on their faces. Three women were in a show, and twenty or thirty hardcore fans were still very powerful. They all had bad faces and were about to push and shoved to Wan Xiaotian. I don’t know if they wanted to drive Wan Xiaotian away or approach He Changfeng.

"Okay, you guys are cruel. When he loses, you will know the consequences of driving me away." Wan Xiaotian pretended to be furious and went to another formation barrier.

As soon as Wan Xiaotian left, it was He Changfeng's turn to play.

"Ah, it's Senior Brother He, I, I am Zhongli from Piaomiao Peak. I just want to stay with Senior Brother for a while. We don't have to fight. Senior Brother He won this game." A girl who looks not old but is already in the early stage of foundation building looked at He Changfeng with admiration.

He Changfeng smiled slightly, very charming. Seeing that he was a young girl, although she was not particularly beautiful, he was very satisfied with her admiration for him, "Haha, it turns out that it is Junior Sister Zhong. You are so lucky that you can go all the way to the end. Since we meet, we are destined to do this, don't waste this good opportunity. If you do your best, let's talk." As he said that, he waved his hand and made an elegant gesture of invitation.

The little girl Zhongli looked at He Changfeng's smiling face with a foul face, feeling that he was very casual everywhere. When she heard the two of them having sex, the little girl was even more ecstatic. She would wake up in her dreams by having a few tricks with her idol. It seemed that the bribery along the way was really worth it.

"Yeah, yeah," the little girl Zhongli nodded repeatedly, and showed an excited and smug smile to the sisters outside the formation. The female disciples outside the formation felt envious and jealous, and regretted that they had never thought of registering. What a great opportunity to get to know their idols. They all wanted to replace Zhongli with themselves and have an intimate contact with He Masan Shen.

The girl with a big brain has already thought of countless ways to pounce on He Changfeng.

In the formation barrier, Zhongli took out a top-grade magic weapon, Panlong stick, and grabbed it in his hand. He Changfeng was stunned. The girl's weapon was so special. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she showed an encouraging smile.

Zhongli felt a rippling in his heart, holding the Panlong stick tightly. The Panlong stick instantly became three feet long. It was grabbed by Zhongli in his hand and quickly hit He Changfeng. The Panlong stick pretended to be swept towards He Changfeng's waist. It looked like it was full of wind, but in fact, as long as He Changfeng blocked it gently, Zhongli could also pounce on He Changfeng's arms.

He Changfeng smiled slightly, with a clear smile, and felt proud, but Zhongli was indeed not the type he liked. His goal was to get the position of Huo Linglong and the leader of the Random Cultivator Alliance.

This kind of attack is indeed a slight meaning for He Changfeng. He didn't even need to pull out the Qingfeng Mingyue Sword, and gently blocked the Panlong Stick with a sword sheath.

However, his face turned pale in an instant. The spiritual power in the dantian was empty, and no matter what, he could not mobilize a trace of spiritual power. He Changfeng looked at the Panlong Stick, which could have been easily blocked, with a big mouth.

Zhong Li said sincerely that Senior Brother He is so powerful that he is about to hit him. He is still so calm. Who dares to do this if he is confident? An idol is an idol.

However, the expectation of her rushing into He Changfeng's arms did not happen. Instead, with a "bang", He Changfeng was swung out of the formation barrier by her with a stick.

Xiaomi soup said

Haha, is it fun? If it’s fun, come and give Xiaomi a recommendation vote to refresh itself.

I will be lost if you don’t vote silently. Just like He Changfeng needs fans to meet his inner needs, I also need it.

Vote, and then you can swing whatever you want.
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