After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

"Which one are you..."

Qin Ya had been throwing away her baggage at Leifeng for too long, she almost ran the train with her mouth full, and couldn't maintain the persona of the senior sister of Hehuanzong in public.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, she braked in time.

She took a look at the man who stood up for Su Yueyan, she couldn't care less about her anger, she was a little confused, "Who are you?"

The young man looked strange.

But the one who can sit next to Su Yueyan is obviously not an unknown junior from Zhengyangmen.

At the very least, he is a person with a head and face and good strength.

The man said concisely, "Zhengyangmen, Daoqiu."

"Oh, it's not my style."

After Qin Ya finished talking, she ignored the man's suddenly dark face, and she sat back in the seat of the Hehuan Sect, but she kept looking at this weird-looking Daoqiu from the corner of her eye.

This is the No. [-] person who has never heard of in the world of cultivating immortals.

The man's face is ordinary, but his figure is tall and straight.

His back was straight, and he seemed to have interacted frequently with Su Yueyan and was very familiar with him.

The breath on his body is not stable, but there is a faint intention of breaking through the Nascent Soul.

Qin Ya frowned. Although she had some doubts, she didn't think about it any more.

It was only a dark horse left behind by Zhengyangmen for the sect's qualifying competition.

The progress on the stage was not affected by the small episode of the three people in the audience.

Under the attention of all the people, the legendary protagonist, Lei Feng's facade disciple is finally going to appear on the stage.

None of the three wanted to take this shameful lead, and in the end, in the world of cultivating immortals, strength is the most important thing.

Fist is the last word.

As a result, the appearance effect exploded even more——

Ye Wangyou acted like holding a prisoner with one hand, holding the reluctant, but pitiful and helpless Wei Qinghuai out.

Wei Qinghuai had completely given up struggling.

He was rather mournful, and Ye Wangyou half held and half carried him, and he didn't even want to lift his legs when he walked.

Tragedy just happened.

Wei Qinghuai walked halfway, but because he was too lazy to lift his legs, he tripped over the white cloth all over his body.

next second.

The handsome and gentle young man stumbled and knelt down in public.

"..."

But he was completely lost.

Wei Qinghuai felt that his face was already lost anyway, so he simply fell down in a kneeling posture.

Lie face down, straight on the ground.

Wei Qinghuai is very dedicated.

Even if he loses face to the entire world of cultivating immortals, he still does not forget the important task of showing the demeanor of a famous disciple.

He dutifully twisted it on the ground: "I can't do anything else, let's show everyone how to sleep."

Ye Wangyou: "..."

She didn't put on such a show like Wei Qinghuai, at least Ye Wangyou still felt ashamed.

She gritted her teeth and tugged Wei Qinghuai who was unmoved at all.

pity.

When people are in a hurry, it is easy to lose their sense of proportion.

Ye Wangyou was already strong, but in a hurry, he squeezed Wei Qing's green onions out of the dry land, and immediately pulled him up.

But because of too much force, Wei Qinghuai was pulled by Ye Wangyou and fell in the opposite direction.

Wei Qinghuai still hadn't realized what was going on.

The world was spinning in front of his eyes, and his whole body was like rolling a big cake - he was turned upside down in an instant.

face up.

Pupils quake, Wei Qinghuai closed his eyes in despair, followed the monks in the audience painlessly and looked at each other face to face: "..."

He doesn't want to live anymore.

He really didn't want to live.

Ye Wangyou, the culprit: "..."

"Well, I'm not talented." Ye Wangyou tried hard to find love, "...show everyone a wrestling show."

Originally noisy, the monks who were talking about Lei Feng's recent rumors suddenly fell silent for a moment, as if they had been collectively pressed the pause button.

What is this operation? !

How about acrobatics? !

Seeing is better than hearing a hundred things.

No matter how many versions of the rumors are heard, it is better to see one face to face and explode.

There are even brave monks below who secretly raised the photo stone.

"..."

The corner of Tanxi Grand Elder of Zhengyangmen who arranged for Lei Feng to show off his sect's demeanor twitched even after he tried his best.

But who is he? !

He is the ultimate sycophant of Zhengyangmen!

There is no field that he cannot save.

"As expected of Lei Feng." Grand Elder Tanxi laughed dryly and clapped his hands, watching the scene of chattering on the stage, seemingly whispering, but in fact it was the scene where Ye Wangyou was crazily warning Wei Qinghuai to get up to speed.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he continued to talk nonsense with his eyes open, "The friendship between the disciples is really extraordinary."

As soon as the voice fell, the next second.

"A disciple of Leifeng who has a very good relationship with the disciples" - Song Xi, followed alone at the end, watching his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.

We are not familiar with each other.

He even raised his hand to brush his hair, trying to cover his face.

Try to distance yourself from the two embarrassing brothers and sisters in front of you.

Don't ask, just don't know.

But Song Xi's image is actually not much better.

She just owed her hands, and the cloth strips after wiping the floor were dusty, and the tattered cloth strips were wrapped around her body in a mess.

Xie Yue was laughing like crazy in the audience.

In line with the principle that a dead fellow Taoist would never die a poor daoist, even though he was wearing white cloth strips, he was extremely thankful that he was the leading disciple.

Hey, he doesn't have to be ashamed on stage.

Xie Yue, who was gloating about his misfortune, took a look and was still struggling on the stage. Wei Qinghuai and Ye Wangyou, who were completely hopeless, chose to raise their hands and waved at Song Xi.

The young man of Qingfengmingyue pays great attention to his image in front of others. The corners of his lips are slightly hooked, with a hint of a just right smile, he said jokingly:

"Elder Eight Bags! This way!!"

Sensing that it was Song Beggar Gang leader Xi who was calling him: "...?!"

But in order to step down quickly, she still bit the bullet and agreed.

Lei Feng's seat was right behind the Zhengyang Gate, Song Xi originally just wanted to get back to his seat quickly, away from the attention of many monks.

But some people are not as expected.

"Ah."

The moment Song Xi showed his face through the Zhengyang Gate, Su Yueyan straightened her white collar and the white ribbon between her sleeves, and said inexplicably confidently, "Dongshi imitates."

Song Xi paused when he heard that.

She felt no embarrassment for a moment.

Su Yueyan can be so shameless, why should she feel embarrassed? !

Song Xi put his hands on the monks who were looking at her as if he was inspecting the dusty clothes, and then slowly stood beside Su Yueyan with his hands behind his back.

Meeting Su Yueyan's sarcasm, Song Xi curled his lips and smiled obediently: "Why are you talking so closely?"

next second.

The devilish energy surged violently, blowing up Song Xi's dusty cloth in an instant!