Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 161 The Immortal on the Cloud (44)

If you can make a list even if you hate someone, Ming Cen is definitely at the top of the list.

A few sentences in succession stabbed at Lan Jiu's sore spot like a knife, Lan Jiu's old face was flushed red, and he couldn't hold back a word for a while.

Ming Cen didn't spend so much time with him, seeing that he was deflated, he didn't bother to care about anything.

The top of the clothes brushed by the wind, and Shi Shiran sat down beside Yue Changli.

Ci Jing hesitated for a moment, then tentatively walked towards Ming Cen, only to secretly breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that her expression had not changed.

As soon as Ming Cen appeared, the situation became different.

The reason why Lanjiu dared to challenge Yue Changli just now was because his cultivation was two small realms higher than hers.

He also thought that Ming Cen's cultivation had not yet recovered, so he was fearless.

But Ming Cen is a genuine Mahayana Dzogchen, a genuine half-step transformation into a god.

Except for the No. 1 Zhaoling Immortal Venerable in cultivation, no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

The disciple of Jianzong who was originally straight stood up straighter.

Calling you provocative, our elders join forces to fight each other!
As the person with the highest cultivation level present, Ming Cen almost attracted half of the eyes.

"This is Xiangsui Xianjun... Even Senior Lan was speechless by her words, this momentum is really terrifying."

"He is a half-step god, how can he not have any momentum? And he still looks so good-looking, he really looks like a banished fairy on the clouds."

"That's right. I don't know which fellow daoist will be able to pluck this high-mountain flower in the future. I'm envious."

The disciples of each faction whispered, but the voices of their discussion were low, but the person concerned still heard every word clearly.

Ming Cen raised his eyebrows, thinking that there was something wrong with this class of disciples, why did the discussion focus on her feelings?

After being picked up, the building went on a crooked road and ended up in the dark.

What kind of brothers from the same school fell in love with me, fell in love with each other and killed each other, almost all the monks who had contact with Ming Cen recited it, even the Zhaoling Immortal Venerable.

I just let this group of people create one story after another with their rich imagination.

Ci Jing could also hear clearly from above. When they mentioned a name, the boy's face darkened for a while, and he could already call Guodi a brother.

Seeing this, Ming Cen, who was a bit uneasy at first, was happy, and smiled with his chin propped up.

Just when Cijing's temples were beating, someone suddenly said: "Don't you think that fellow Taoist Ci and Sui Xianjun are a perfect match?"

These words were like a stone stirring up thousands of waves, almost someone denied it the moment it was uttered.

"How is that possible? Isn't that Fellow Daoist, Junior Sister He from the same family?"

This time, it was Ming Cen's turn to stop laughing.

Here I don't know that I have already stroked the tiger's hair, and I am still talking non-stop.

"This is not a secret. Many people know it. I have been fortunate enough to experience it with Daoist Ci several times. Fellow Daoist Ci and Junior Sister He are inseparable. It's like they are inseparable."

"Fellow Daoist Ci is so indifferent to others, only Junior Sister He can go back and walk with him."

"Besides, didn't fellow Taoists dislike Xianjun before? It has been spread in Yijianzong a few years ago. I am afraid that this apprentice is also reluctant, let alone be a Taoist companion. If he really does, then Isn't it just that the master fell in love with each other, and the apprentice's lips were faintly glowing, and Cen Gouxiang killed him in resignation?"

As soon as these words fell, the disciples who were already enthusiastic about the storyteller business were recognized by their respective elders: "Please be quiet! How can you behave in such a noisy manner?!"

Immediately, there was silence below.

Everyone thought to themselves, it's not the beginning of the big competition, didn't they talk for a long time before?
Why did you stop them all of a sudden?
The elders secretly wiped off their cold sweat, thinking of the piercing eyes cast by that person just now, they were almost frightened out of their wits.

Here, Ci, Comrade Chi Yu, and Jing are not much better.

It can be said that people are standing on the edge and pots are coming from the sky.

What about Junior Sister He and Junior Sister Lin, he doesn't even know who is who.

When Hui Hui goes out for training, he always goes with a large group of people. Wherever he goes, Hui Hui always brings some kind of junior sister with him?

"Master..." Cijing leaned down slightly, trying to get a chance for himself to explain.

"Didn't you hear what they said?" Ming Cenpi smiled, "Fellow Daoist, we don't get along."

The implication is, shut up, you have no chance to explain.

Ci Jing: "..." It's really hard to say.

The heart that had just let go of it not long ago suddenly hung high again.

So, when those "storyteller" disciples were standing in a formal manner, they suddenly felt as if they were being glanced at with a sharp glance, and they were so shocked that they trembled all over.

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Until the end of the slobbering diplomacy, Ci Jing failed to say a word to Ming Cen.

Seeing that they were about to enter the secret realm together, the teenager was a little anxious, and followed Ming Cen like a tail.

"Brother Ci." A petite female disciple suddenly stood in front of Ci Jing and looked at him affectionately.

Ci Jing frowned, and was about to step over the female disciple expressionlessly, but saw that Ming Cen had stopped, and when he saw him looking over, he even took a step back "intimately", giving them enough space.

If she could not have that gloomy smile on her face, she would look like a passer-by watching a theater, not Yan Luo who was ready to kill at any time.

Ming Cen recognized the shy female disciple in front of him as Junior Sister He.

The reason why Junior Sister He can stand out from the crowd of female disciples and make Ming Cen remember her is really related to Ci Jing.

When she just regained her body from Hua Hanshuang's hands, Hua Hanshuang was angry because the boy said a word to a certain female disciple in the sect, and that's when the boy was whipped by her.

And that female disciple is this Junior Sister He.

"Senior Brother Ci, can I enter the secret realm with you?" Junior Sister He shyly looked at the tall and handsome boy who was as handsome as a god, her heart beating so fast.

In the past few years, she has worked hard to find several opportunities to go out with Ci Jing to practice together. When going out, she always passes him by intentionally or unintentionally or stops not far from the boy, creating the impression that they are a couple. illusion.

After coming down several times, many people really thought they were a couple, and the handsome young man didn't seem to deny it, which gave her great courage.

She believed that her talent and appearance were the most beautiful among the female disciples in the sect, and she would not lose his face by standing next to this person.

The blush on his face became even more obvious when he thought of being able to hold hands with the perfect senior brother Ci who had no flaws in the future.

Ci Jing casually glanced at the junior sister who appeared out of nowhere, and said in a cold tone, "No."

After finishing speaking, when she was about to walk towards Ming Cen, she was stopped again. With tears in her eyes, Junior Sister He looked extremely pitiful: "Brother Ci, why...why?"

The young man was obviously impatient and said directly: "I'm not interested in hanging out with someone I don't know."

　Ci Jing: I Pinch My Peach Blossom.jpg
　　Later, Ming Cen felt that he lacked nothing but a chance to tear his rivals apart.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)