What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

The ripples in the space subsided, and Jianjun Yihong looked down at the tens of millions of monks present, and sat down casually. With his movements, a large number of brilliant law secret lines appeared from nothingness, condensing and entangled into a huge throne Hold it behind him.

It was as if the entire starry sky was willing to bow down to him.

All the monks were stunned by him, and for a moment the entire continent was so quiet that a needle could be heard.At this moment, Qinan also felt an inexplicable palpitation, like a shock, but mixed with an inexplicable complexity, which made him forget to breathe.

Yihong Jianjun crossed his legs, leaned on the armrest with his elbows, and sat in an unusually domineering posture.He lowered his eyes and looked at the crowd in silence. The monk of the Emperor Tianjianmen next to him ordered for him: "Where are the six participating monks?"

In the silence, the six monks broke away from the group of monks and flew towards the throne of law.

Qinan stepped forward together with five other Yuanjing monks, not showing it on the surface, but full of confusion in his heart.

This kind of Yuhong is really too strange to him, so that he can't tell which Yuhong is the real him.Qinan felt a little uncomfortable for some unknown reason, and for the first time he was so clearly aware of how decisive the path he chose would tear open between him and Sword Lord Yuhong.

He suddenly remembered the scene when he saw Yu Hong for the first time.

At that time, he recognized that the person trapped in the formation restriction was Jianjun Yuhong, and he didn't know if he was fascinated by this person's appearance, so he decided to take a risk to help.

At that time, he only remembered that Jianjun Yihong was as upright and reticent as the rumors said, perhaps because of his help, Jianjun Yihong had always been more gentle.Then I don't know from which day, Yi Hong's attitude towards him became more and more intimate.

If he spoke to Yu Hong, the silent master swordsman would definitely look at him and respond.

Every time he said something casually, even if he had forgotten, this person would remember it for him.

Even sometimes, Jianjun Yihong would take the initiative to talk to him.

...So it started so early?

He never found out.

Qinan calmly stopped at a position not far from the throne of law, waiting quietly like the other five people.He lowered his eyes and didn't look directly at Jianjun Yuhong, but Jianjun Yuhong's gaze seemed to pause for a moment when he glanced over him.

At this time, the envoy of the Emperor Tianjianmen said again: "Three monks from the Ten Thousand Realms who participated in the battle came forward, and first came to verify their integrity."

Only then did Qinan feel that Jianjun Yihong looked away.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw three human-like cultivators approaching on the left, and a strange and strange wave of laws swept across, and the voice of Sword Master Yuhong sounded: "That's right."

The leader of the three monks snorted, and was about to retreat, but he heard Yao Hong say again: "Golden Crow Core, hand it over."

The leader immediately raised his voice when he heard the words: "What are you doing? You want to snatch?"

The envoy of the Emperor Heaven Sword Sect at the side scolded coldly after hearing the words: "The Golden Crow's core will be handed over to the arbitrator for safekeeping. This is a rule! If you don't hand it over, we will directly sentence you to lose."

The leader wanted to say something, but a gentle-looking man behind him stopped him. It seemed that the voice transmission explained something, and then the leader reluctantly handed over the box containing the Golden Crow's core to Yu Hong, but still Reluctantly muttered: "How can such a precious thing be handed over to others casually, what if it is swallowed by these guys from Twelve Continents."

The rest of the monks in the Twelve Continents couldn't help showing contemptuous expressions when they heard his muttering.

This country bumpkin from the Ten Thousand Realms doesn't understand the meaning of the name Huangtian Jianmen at all.How could a great existence like Huangtian Jianmen do such a depreciating thing.

Yu Hong stretched out his hand to move the Golden Crow's core, causing it to float in the void on the left hand side, and then looked at the three monks in Nantianzhou.

Qinan noticed that his eyes stopped on him for a long time, and then asked in a low voice, "Why are you wearing a mask?"

Qinan felt his scalp go numb.He forcefully maintained his composure, and explained with a smile: "After all, there are so many people who dislike me. Wearing a mask is more convenient for me to protect myself."

Yi Hong stared at him and said, "Can you take it off and let me see."

Yi Hong said these two words very softly, but the other monks present were so close after all, they all heard them clearly.They all felt that the tone of Jianjun Yihong seemed a little too gentle, and they all showed a little surprised and suspicious eyes.

Could it be that the Sword Lord Yu Hong of the Emperor Tian Jianmen has something to do with the poet?

Qinan raised his eyes to look at him, a little embarrassed: "This... is fine. But I can only show it to you. Otherwise, I won't be able to hide my identity."

Yao Hong was quiet for a moment, then raised his hand, and a piece of law appeared from the void, blocking the perception of other monks.

Qinan sighed slightly, reached out and took off the mask.

Yi Hong's eyes dimmed slightly when he saw the ordinary face under the mask, and after carefully sensing the breath, he fell into a long silence.

Qinan raised his eyes and said cautiously: "Your Excellency, I wonder if I can take the mask back?"

"..." Yu Hong remained silent.

Qinan then regarded him as acquiescing, and raised his hand to put the mask back on his face again.

The surrounding legal barriers have not dissipated for a long time, Qinan looked at Yu Hong with some doubts, and asked, "Your Excellency, this barrier..."

Yao Hong remained motionless for a long time, then looked into his eyes, and asked each word with a pause: "Why did you tie a cloth strip around your neck?"

Qinan showed a puzzled expression: "This is my storage magic weapon, don't many monks carry it like this?"

Yu Hong stopped talking again, and after a while, the surrounding legal barriers quietly dissipated.Qinan bowed to him, and left the place facing the suspicious gazes of the five monks around him, and then dodged back to hide in the crowd and couldn't find him.

The Yaoxiu who was fighting in Nantian Continent couldn't help but communicate with the wood ghost: "Wood ghost, do you think Mr. Yi Hongjian knows this kind of scholar?"

The wooden ghost frowned, and replied: "Don't think too much, it has nothing to do with us at this time."

Yaoxiu seemed to want to say something more, but in the end he swallowed the words back.

After seeing the face under Qinan's mask, Jian-Jun Yuhong seemed to be in a bad mood.His gaze was fixed on the direction where Qinan left for a long time, and he called through voice transmission: "Senior Void Realm."

Following his call, a small silver-white embossed dragon coiled on his hair crown lifted its eyelids and lazily responded.

"That cultivator just now..." Yu Hong paused in the middle of speaking, and then changed his words, "No, it's nothing."

The Void Jiao hummed twice, closed his eyes again, and complained without any curiosity: "Don't call me if you have nothing to do. It's very tiring to take people across continents. The old man needs to sleep to replenish his strength."

Yi Hong was silent.

After a while, his expression regained his composure, and he signaled to the envoy of the Emperor Sword Gate who was standing quietly in the void not far away to continue presiding.The cultivator bowed slightly, and then raised his voice: "The first match, the demon way competition. To participate in the battle, please come to the designated venue to prepare according to the guidelines."

Currently, there are two determined contests for the demon repair competition, one for body size change and one for the number of types of deformations.If the two games cannot be decided, the arbitrator will propose a third game.

As the competition began, the two monks, who were originally only a few feet long, suddenly swelled in size, expanding at a crazy speed, and soon turned into two giant beasts as huge as planets.

There were exclamations one after another from the crowd of onlookers, but during the whole process, due to the blocking of the golden barrier spreading from the throne, the fighting skills of the two demon cultivators did not affect this continent at all.

However, Qinan, who was in the crowd, was completely in the mood to watch this rare battle of Origin Realm monks.

Because he found that Jianjun Yuhong had been looking at himself through the gap between these two origin demon cultivators.

Had he been recognized?

Qinan was a little skeptical, but also thought it was impossible.He felt that he didn't show any flaws, and he didn't pretend to be creepy just now. The only thing that could attract Yuhong's attention was the cloth strip around his neck—but as he said, the source There are indeed many monks in the world who like to hang space artifacts around their necks.

In the crowd around him, Qinan could easily find dozens of people dressed like him.

So where did it catch Yu Hong's attention?

Qinan pondered for a long time to no avail, and suddenly remembered the answer he got when he asked Yihong Jianjun why he liked him in the small world.

So this time it's that damn "guidance from the Dao Heart" again?

Are all the monks of Huangtian Sword Sect so terrifying?If this can be sensed, this heart is too evil.

Qinan pursed her lower lip, turned around and walked towards the crowd, intending to avoid Yao Hong's gaze.

He inadvertently saw the head of Tianyin in the crowd again, and saw that the rabbit demon girl Xiuxiu was hiding behind him, but her eyes were not watching the source realm demon cultivator's fighting skills like other monks, but looking directly at them through the gap. He stared at Yu Hong on the throne.

Qinan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, turned his eyes away and continued to walk out of the crowd.

He knew very well that even if he avoided it now, it would be useless, after all, when it was his turn to play later, he would definitely be stared at by Yu Hong.

But at least for now, he had to calm down alone.

Qinan was a little confused, and after walking a long distance, he realized that someone was following him.He frowned and looked back, only to find that it was a strange monk in the Mahayana period.

When the monk saw him, his face turned red, and then he mustered up the courage to lean over and whispered: "Senior Xingmoke, I, I admire you very much, can you, can you sign for me?"

Qinan was a little surprised.

On his mask, secret patterns are drawn with peek-a-boo, which can make it difficult for people to remember his appearance and breath, and at the same time make him almost impossible to track.

This monk is only at the Mahayana stage, yet he was able to find him in the crowd... Maybe he has been staring at him since he was talking to Yu Hong just now, and he hasn't looked away for a moment until now.

Qinan was in a complicated mood, but also a little relieved. According to the monk's request, he signed the word "Xing Mo" on his jade slip, and then, under the monk's eager gaze, he used secret techniques to cover his body and left.

He found a place where there were no other monks and stopped, found a huge boulder at random and sat there, looking up at the two demon cultivators fighting.

After all, the demon cultivators in the source realm are extraordinary. With just this moment of effort, they have already exceeded hundreds of thousands of miles in length. If another mortal came here, it is estimated that they would not be able to see their whole picture clearly.

This kind of body shape doesn't really make much sense, even Yuanjing can't fight with this appearance, it's bulky and crispy, it just looks like a bluff.

Qinan looked up with his legs crossed, his heart was in a mess and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar sight again.

His heart tightened, and he turned his head slowly, and at some point behind him, a translucent incarnation made of laws and spiritual power appeared behind him.

"Jianhong Jianjun." Qinan said dryly, "You are..."

Yi Hong watched him silently.

Qinan's mouth moved, and he forcibly suppressed his urge to say something casually. After a while, he smiled and said, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Yu Hong slowly raised his hand and showed a shell in front of him.

Qinan paused, pretending to be puzzled and asked, "What is this?"

"Snacks." Yi Hong said, "For you."

Qinan took it with a blank expression: "This... thank you. But why did you give me this?"

Yi Hong didn't answer, but stared at him deeply with probing eyes, and finally his figure gradually disappeared.

Qinan watched him disappear, his throat tightened slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the young Jiao molar stick of the Bai Jiao tribe.He remembered that he seemed to have casually mentioned something to Yu Hong at the beginning, saying that this food is delicious, but he doesn't know where it is sold.

Could it be that Yuhong...

Really recognize him?