After All, They Are the Protagonists

The third prince, Ning Long.

At this time, he was talking to a woman in a black skirt with a smile on his face, and there seemed to be a bit of obsession in his eyes.

And the woman in the black dress is Huang Manting.

The third prince's target shifted really fast enough. The person he had his eyes on before was still Lingxuan, but now he is attracted by the eldest lady of the Chenxi Chamber of Commerce?

But that's true, Huang Manting does have the charm to attract men.

If it wasn't for Bai Ruoxi, Huang Manting should have been the number one beauty in Tianxuan City before.

It's just a pity that although this Miss Huang has quite fair feet, her breasts are not as big as Bai Ruoxi's... This is a big flaw.

And looking at Huang Manting's smiling face now, it is obvious that she is hiding her character of shaking S.

The poor third prince was being manipulated by her, but he didn't know it. He thought he was about to take down Huang Manting.

As everyone knows, he has already fallen into the trap of the bad woman.

As if sensing Mu Zhian's gaze, Huang Manting looked up, and then showed him a sweet smile.

But the third prince didn't know about this, and still kept a gentle smile, as if he thought he had won the beauty's heart, which made her smile.

"Master Mu, this person is so annoying. I have been pestering him for the past two days, but I didn't seduce him on purpose." Huang Manting said via voice transmission.

Why are you telling me this, do I know you well... Mu Zhi'an said via voice transmission: "This is the third prince of the Dagan Dynasty, if Miss Huang seizes the opportunity, she might be able to become a princess in the future. "

"Didn't the crown prince of the Daqian Dynasty be settled a long time ago? No matter how bad it is, the eldest princess will take over, and it will never be his turn." Huang Manting said dismissively.

The crown prince of the current Daqian dynasty was born to the queen, and besides the crown prince, the eldest princess is also quite capable. If she hadn't been a daughter, perhaps the position of crown prince would have been hers.

Mu Zhi'an naturally knew about these things, so he just smiled and looked up at the high platform, only to find that the magnificent suzerain had got up from the jade throne and was walking towards the altar in the distance.

Ancestor worship, it is said that this is a ceremony that Liangyi Sect will only perform at the opening ceremony.

However, the ancestors of the Liangyi sect are not the ancestors who founded the sect, but the "Tao".

According to the rumors, there used to be a strong man who ascended to immortality, he resonated with the way of heaven, and only then did he create the era of cultivating immortals.

If I have to say it, the immortal who ascended to immortality is the first "monk" in the world of immortality.

Mu Zhian looked at Concubine Shang Yan, who was dressed in a plain robe and her hair fell like a waterfall, leaving only a beautiful back view, and couldn't help sighing inwardly: This Suzerain is really a great beauty.

However, this kind of existence strategy is too difficult, so Mu Zhian calmed down his thoughts for the time being, and, like other disciples, watched the woman walk up to the altar.

"After the ancestor worship is over, the inner disciples will be decided? Are you sure?" The voice of the maid suddenly came from next to my ear.

Mu Zhian shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Even if I'm not sure, I will try my best, so that I can be with Sister Mengrou in the future."

Wei Mengrou sneered "heh": "Do you really think someone will choose me as an inner disciple?"

The world of cultivating immortals is very particular about "luck". Wei Mengrou's luck is so dark that most people would probably think twice if they knew about her luck.

"Linglong's luck didn't have any effect on Sister Mengrou before?" Mu Zhian asked.

"En." Wei Mengrou said lightly.

Then, she hesitated for a moment, then whispered again: "I'm sorry, I wasted a fortune inheritance."

Linglong's inheritance of luck was out there, and countless people wanted to fight for it. In the end, she got a inheritance of luck but wasted it in vain. It's no wonder that Wei Mengrou's cold and arrogant personality would feel a little guilty.

"Is it necessary to be so polite between us, Sister Mengrou?" Mu Zhian shook his head and smiled, fully showing the self-cultivation of a warm man.

"And no matter what you say, you are also the fifth grade of refining gods. With such a talent, many people probably want to take you as a disciple." Mu Zhian followed.

If the fifth rank of god refining at this age hadn't been dragged down by luck and lacked some adventures, Wei Mengrou's realm might be higher.

If the heads of these sects want to prepare for the subsequent sect competition, it is impossible for such a good seed as Wei Mengrou to let them go.

"If you hadn't become an inner disciple, I would not have become an inner disciple according to the previous agreement with Madam." Wei Mengrou just said in a calm tone.

"I would rather give up the quota of inner disciples and follow me... Sister Mengrou, you really have a crush on me, right?" Mu Zhian teased.

Wei Mengrou glanced at him coldly, not bothering to talk to him.

Mu Zhi'an continued to transmit voice transmission: "I am a special recruit... Although I can't be sure that I can be selected as an inner disciple, I should still be able to operate it."

When he was in Canghai Peak before, Mu Zhi'an's talents in formations showed, and he knew that he could attract the attention of those "invigilators".

Even without this point, the status of "Tiansheng Furnace" alone is enough to attract these high-level people.

But unless it is absolutely necessary, Mu Zhian doesn't really want to reveal his identity.

Although he eats soft rice, he only wants to eat soft rice from his senior sister.

As for the others... too old to fit.

Although all the female elders on the stage seem to be quite good-looking, Pavilion Master Yan's face is even more excellent, he is the type I like... Mu Zhi'an felt a little emotional in his heart.

Sure enough, the world of cultivating immortals can't judge a woman by age alone.

If it doesn't work, just have a bite of soft food, anyway, it won't hurt... Mu Zhian looked away without any trace.

"Son, come over here..."

At this time, a voice like a ghost suddenly came from his ear, and under the bright and bright universe, there was a sense of coldness rushing towards his face.

Mu Zhian froze for a moment, subconsciously turned his head and scanned the surroundings, trying to find the source of the sound, but found that the direction of the sound could not be discerned at all.

"Child, come here..." The voice was weak and old, and it came lightly in Mu Zhian's ears again.

Almost at that moment, countless goosebumps appeared on Mu Zhian's body.

"What's the matter?" Wei Mengrou obviously sensed Mu Zhian's abnormality, so she couldn't help asking.

"Didn't you hear anything?" Mu Zhian asked in a low voice.

Wei Mengrou frowned slightly, and said, "What do you mean?"

It seems that I'm the only one who heard this voice...or is it that someone is transmitting the voice to me?

Who is it?

Those elders on the stage or the first one?

No, they are not related to me, and it is still the opening ceremony of the sect, how could they let me go to Gaotai to find them now?

Or maybe I was hallucinating——

Just as Mu Zhian thought about this, the old ghost-like voice came to his ears again: "My child..."

Mu Zhi'an's hair stood on end, he raised his head, staring in the direction of the altar in surprise.

That voice came from the altar!

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That voice kept lingering in Mu Zhi'an's ears, but under the bright and bright universe, it made people feel inexplicably terrified.

While stroking his arm, Mu Zhian looked up at the crowd around him.

The expression of each sect disciple was the same as usual, looking at the suzerain in front of the altar with worship-like eyes, as if they had not heard any sound.

"Son... I'm here..."

That old voice rang in his ears again, making Mu Zhian feel goosebumps at this moment, and looked up at the woman in front of the altar.

Senior Sister Lan's master is a top expert in the world, she should be able to detect this voice... What is this voice?

However, when Mu Zhian raised his head, he found that Concubine Shang Yan seemed to be ignorant of anything, she was looking at the altar calmly, and she was doing the ceremony of worshiping the ancestors.

"my child……"

That voice lingered like a devil's voice, causing Mu Zhian's forehead to seep a layer of cold sweat, and in the refreshing autumn, his back was already dripping with cold sweat unknowingly.

Wei Mengrou obviously also noticed this scene, and said in a low voice, "Are you okay? If you are unwell, don't force yourself, let's leave first."

Mu Zhian shook his head lightly, then raised his head to stare at the altar.

There... is there something sealed here?

But even so, it doesn't make sense why only he can hear that voice, but others can't.

The Chosen One should be Ye Yu... Shouldn't this "opportunity" be given to him?

No... this shouldn't be considered a chance, but should be called "bad luck".

Could it be that I usually have too many girls and I have been punished by God?

It's rare that Mu Zhi'an is still in the mood to joke in his heart at this moment, he clutches his forehead tightly, only feeling that the voice keeps penetrating his brain and directly reaching his heart.

Everything in front of him seemed to be a little hazy, as if shrouded in a layer of white mist.

Wei Mengrou looked at him sideways, with a hint of worry in her cold eyes.

At the same time, in front of the altar, Concubine Shang Yan seemed to have completed the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the ancestors, and placed three sticks of incense in front of the altar.

bang...

Thunder roared in the sky.

At this time, the voice that was lingering in Mu Zhi'an's ear suddenly disappeared, and the whispers among the disciples who had just joined the sect were heard clearly.

But at this moment, cold sweat the size of beans was already oozing from Mu Zhian's forehead.

Concubine Shang Yan stepped down from the altar, returned to the high platform, glanced at the Great Elder beside her, and said via voice transmission: "Inform the others that the selection ceremony for inner disciples will be postponed to two days later."

The Great Elder was obviously stunned for a moment, but without any hesitation, he nodded slightly, and immediately sent a voice transmission to the person in charge of the sect's opening ceremony.

Concubine Shang Yan's eyes then fell on a glamorous woman in a moon-white dress among the crowd.

Lan Mulian obviously sensed the master's gaze, looked up, just in time to hear Concubine Shang Yan's voice softly in his ears: "Bring Mu Zhi'an to the back mountain."

Mu Zhian...

There was a hint of doubt in Lan Mulian's eyes.

Why does Master know Mu Zhian's name...

And what does she want this little monk to do...

"Yes."

Although a little puzzled, Lan Mulian still replied in a respectful tone via voice transmission.

As long as the master's order is carried out unconditionally, it is right.