Heartthrob, he's always crashing

Because Jiuquanmen has no senior brothers and sisters, and Du Qiaoqi is in another group, Shen Yanjun's only touch of white is particularly eye-catching in the whole group.

Shen Yanjun could clearly feel the secret tension of the people around him, but when he came to him, it was peaceful, as if to the other party, this young man didn't pose any threat at all.

"Jiuquanmen actually sent people to compete?" A sentence came out of nowhere, and the peaceful atmosphere disappeared instantly.

"Don't they all have someone who can do it?"

"I heard from my junior brother that Jiuquanmen's newly recruited disciple has a very rare second-level spiritual power, Xiaoman. Is it true?"

Zhou Xicheng sneered at the side, "The one who came is Xiaoman with the second-level mental power."

"It's him, why is he in the rotation period? With such a high talent, shouldn't he be in the fasting period?"

"I haven't even reached the bigu period, so I have the strength to smash the green ball?"

"Hey..."

"That was all three years ago. No matter how talented you are, you're still useless if you practice hard."

Those voices were not deliberately lowered, and the ridicule and malice in the crowd almost overflowed. It was hard to tell who said it, and laughter kept coming and going.

Shen Yanjun frowned slightly, and the crescent white disciple was wearing it submissively on his body. The 16-year-old boy had already become tall and tall, with a graceful posture, standing alone in the crowd, with thin lips pursed lightly, like a pampered family Brother Young Master, and inexplicably lost a bit of fireworks.

The young man's expression was indifferent, as if the protagonist of those people's conversation was not him, but made the other party look like a clown jumping up and down.

The atmosphere was burning, and several ring-shaped cracks opened in the open space between them, and then the crack quickly sank, and when it rose again, a small emerald green ball appeared.

Just hearing the sound of the gong "Dang——", everyone rushed over like flying.

Even the person who sang and sarcastically just now was flushed.

Everyone's goal is the Cui Ling ball, but there are too many people and few balls. On the way, most people are blocking each other, and only the winner can get it.

For a while, the two were entangled with each other, but few actually met each other.

Shen Yanjun took this opportunity to hide quietly in the crowd, like a gust of wind, quietly approaching the destination. This is the most diligent footwork he has learned in the past three years. hidden means of survival.

Even if someone discovered the existence of Shen Yanjun, not many people would care about it. The lowest level of their cultivation here is the third level of Bigu Xiaoman, not to mention letting such a child pass by and put the ball in his hand, he would not be able to open it. .

So everyone's attention is on everyone else.

Zhou Xicheng was worthy of being Lu Shanmen's senior brother. He stood out first among hundreds of people, but he was disheveled and looked embarrassed.

He rushed towards the green ball quickly, and the moment he was about to grab it, a pair of hands as white as jade suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, he was dazzled by the whiteness, and the next moment, the green ball appeared Shen Yanjun's hands.

No one knows when he got here.

"Hand it over!" Zhou Xicheng's eyes were about to burst, and a fireball hit him directly with a claw-like hand.

Shen Yanjun leaned back to avoid the fireball, and a vine man suddenly jumped out from under Zhou Xicheng's feet. The opponent didn't check for a while, and was pushed back two steps with his chin pressed against him. There was almost no time for anyone to react. Then he was wrapped into rice dumplings, and the man was like a weight tied to a rope, and was thrown up by Tengman in a rapid whirling motion.

"Ugh——" the man's screams echoed around the venue.

Only after entering the out-of-body period and reaching the fifth level of spiritual power can one accurately capture who the caster is based on the trend of external spiritual power. Obviously, none of the hundreds of people present have reached the out-of-body period, and no one will The owner of such a rapid offensive was identified as Shen Yanjun.

Especially when Zhou Xicheng was angrily cursing that he used his fire attribute spiritual power to resist those vines but it was ineffective, no one connected this matter with Shen Yanjun, it was just that Zhou Xicheng did all kinds of bad things on weekdays, and some people could not understand him People took the opportunity to retaliate.

Before everyone could react, Shen Yanjun concentrated all his spiritual power on his hands, his pure white face turned two degrees paler, and with a sound of "Boom!", the green ball was crushed.

Accompanied by another sound of "Dang--", the game ended.

Zhou Xi, who had been shaken to the point of fainting, fell from the sky like a dead dog, his face and hair were covered with his saliva and tears, the man got up from the ground with a red face, and shook off the people next to him The hand that was handed over was fixed on Shen Yanjun who was not far away from him.

When he was attacked, he saw Shen Yanjun looking at him for the first time. It didn't look like he didn't know that the vines would rush out.

Standing outside the arena, Ruan Su took everything that happened into his eyes, clasped his hands tightly, his eyes were full of surprise, "It's him!"

Fang Qushui stood beside him, glanced at the other's reaction, and said slowly, "That's my apprentice."

Ruan Su's face relaxed, and there was pleading in his eyes, "Brother, just promise me, don't you still have Du Qiaoqi?"

"No, I collected him personally. I asked him to come out to show you because of our relationship." Fang Qushui shook his head with a firm attitude.

"How about adding another thousand middle-grade spirit stones?" Ruan Su stretched out a finger, "Brother!"

Fang Qushui was a little shaken, "What you do will affect his future."

"As long as he is willing, he will never regret it."

"Then what if he doesn't want to?"

"He won't be unwilling!" Ruan Su punched the guardrail next to him, and a crack appeared on it.

Fang Qushui glanced at it, and said quietly: "It's time for the head to find you."

Ruan Su: "..."

……

The person who presided over the meeting was Nian Chen who had tested Shen Yanjun and his group's spiritual roots. In front of him was a recording mirror, and everyone's behavior in it would be recorded and fed back by this mirror.

So during the period, he didn't need to worry too much about the situation inside.

"The winner of this group is Meng Limen... huh?" Nian Chen suddenly raised his head as if seeing a ghost, his eyes stared straight at the people on the field who looked up at him, and then his expression became complicated He lowered his head again and shouted, "Shen Yanjun."

When the announcement was made, all the people around were ashamed. Losing to anyone was better than losing to a kid who was not as old as them and not as strong as them.

The young man's expression remained unchanged, he cupped his fists at Nian Chen, turned around and left on the stage, his clothes fluttered in the wind, his back was extremely chic, and he already had everyone's demeanor.

[Detect the host's HP to drop by 20%]

"Shouldn't Lingyun ointment be taken internally?" Shen Yanjun rubbed his chest, found a place where no one was around, and secretly spit out blood. It is said in martial arts novels that if you want to vomit blood, you will have sequelae if you swallow it. Very troublesome.

Unexpectedly, after he vomited, he vomited several times in a row.

[cannot]

[Detect the host's HP to drop by 30%]

"Can I return the Lingyun ointment I just exchanged for it? Can you replace it with one for internal injuries?" Shen Yanjun's face was pale.

He leaned his back against the wall and slowed down. Although he crushed the green ball, it was still a bit reluctant for him now.

Just as he was negotiating with the system, the familiar fire red appeared from the corner of his eye. Shen Yanjun stood against the wall and looked at the visitor with a little vigilance.

When Ruan Su saw Shen Yanjun looking at him, he stopped. He lowered his head to look at his position, and then looked at Shen Yanjun. There was still about three meters between them.

"You actually found me?" Ruan Su said inexplicably.

Shen Yanjun looked at him indifferently, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

"You eat this first," Ruan Su took out a porcelain bottle from his interspatial ring, and put a white pill in it, "This is for treating internal injuries."

The boy stood still, and a person who peeped at him every day gave him something to eat, who would dare to eat it?

"Apprentice, that's a middle-grade spirit pill." Fang Qushui followed from a short distance away, stood beside Ruan Su, and said in a low voice, "One of the thousand middle-grade spirit stones has been sold outside."

Fang Qushui stretched out his hand to the person, and Ruan Su hurriedly put the Huiling Pill back into the porcelain bottle, and then gave the whole bottle to the person.

After Fang Qushui took it, he handed it to Shen Yanjun, and continued to say in a low voice: "The amount inside is enough to last our Jiuquanmen for a year, so let him pay you for it."

To be honest, if Shen Yanjun hadn't touched the green ball, he wouldn't have been injured. After he poured out a pill and swallowed it, the tingling pain in his chest and dantian recovered very quickly.

[Host health has been restored]

Shen Yanjun pondered for a while, put the rest into his ring, and looked up at the man with burning eyes in front of him, "Then what is the purpose of my uncle asking me to participate in this conference?"

Ruan Su heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that people accepted him, scratched his ears, and said with a little expectation: "I want to accept you as my closed disciple. Of course, don't worry, I just need you to follow me for two hours a day." Learning alchemy, seven days is a cycle, after a cycle, I will give you another bottle of this spirit pill, middle grade."

Shen Yanjun was a little confused: "...Huh?"