Save the world with a plot

The figures on the stage flickered, you came and went, the sword energy was stirring, the long gown and black hair were flying, the water snake and the fire dragon flew together.

boom--

Water and fire blended, and a white mist rose up, hissing, and when the mist dissipated, the two men surrounding it gradually appeared.

There was a moment of silence in the arena, and then burst into applause immediately. Such a wonderful match made people's blood so excited that they held their breath. Now that the victory and defeat have been decided, they just reacted.

On the stage, a person knelt on one knee, his clothes were slightly burnt, but he was not embarrassed, which showed that the opponent was under control.

The handsome young man rested his single sword on his shoulder, and immediately put the sword back into its sheath. Qiushui's long sword drew a clear arc in the air, just like the young man's smile, warm and gentle, "Accepted."

The skills are not as good as others, willing to bow down, the defeated man stood up, and said with a frank smile: "Master Mingche has a free spirit, and the sword energy is densely woven, Qingxiu is willing to bow down."

There were also various praises from the audience.

"Master Uncle Mingche is worthy of being a direct disciple of the suzerain, such a skillful movement of spiritual energy..."

"It is said that Uncle Mingche has only been in Daoism for two years, and now he not only builds a foundation, but also has a good sword..."

"The suzerain really has eyes like torches..."

Sheng Junxiao got off the platform, politely and politely declined all kinds of invitations from brothers, brothers, nephews, and nephews to strike up a conversation. Like a gust of wind, he kept his eyes peeled and brushed past each of the female cultivators with shy smiles.

The so-called flirtatious eyes are thrown to the blind, but that's all.

"Master." Sheng Junxiao walked out of the crowd with the utmost clarity, and came to a vigorous ancient tree, and said with a smile, his voice was clean and warm, and there was a bit of joy.

Under the tree, a man in white clothes hangs a long sword from his waist and stands with his hands behind his back, with great momentum.If someone else is here, I'm afraid it will be shocked, because I didn't realize that there was someone standing here before, and this is the restraint of my energy to the extreme.

"Master is coming, why didn't you inform the disciple in advance? Otherwise, the disciple would not waste time with that Qingxiu." Sheng Junxiao complained jokingly, but anyone could hear the joy in this complaint.

Shangxuanzong, held once every three years, is an inner sect competition, which is extremely important for inner sect disciples who are in urgent need of resources or desire to be famous.But it is insignificant to the upper class.

Many inner sect elders and dharma protectors sent their disciples to the inner sect grand competition for exercise, so they felt at ease and quiet, and rarely came to watch the battle.

It was unexpected that Xuan Xing would come as suzerain.

He thought he wouldn't come.

Xuan Xing glanced at him, and with his eyesight, he could see that his apprentice could definitely defeat his opponent within five moves, and the previous effort was just to avoid embarrassing the opponent.After all, between the same door, you can't see up and down.

I have to say that my apprentice is already very good at dealing with people.Now he seems to be "other people's apprentice" in the eyes of the older generation, "the most reliable little uncle" in the younger generation, and the dream lover of all female disciples.It's just... now in front of him, I got a bargain to be good.

Xuan Xing ignored it, turned around and said, "Let's go."

Sheng Junxiao behind him didn't care about the indifference on Xuan Xing's face, he leaned forward, suppressed his laughter, and said in a serious and low voice: "Master will come, I am very happy."

Xuan Xing raised his brows slightly, let out a soft "um" through his nasal cavity, and brought his apprentice back to the main peak of the suzerain.

"Two months later, it will be the Quartet Conference. Get ready, and we will start in half a month." When he came to the small table by the Xijian Pool, Xuan Xing knocked on the table to inform him.

After thinking about it, he was afraid that his apprentice would be nervous, so he comforted him again: "You are new to Foundation Establishment, this competition has little to do with you, so don't take it too seriously. Just study and exercise."

The Quartet Conference, it sounds good, is for the younger generation to learn from each other, but in fact it is to strengthen the disciples of the sect and select a few seeded players to resist the slap in the face of the monster god Huai.

Shenhuai is now at the peak of Yuanying cultivation, and the most important thing in this conference is naturally the master of Yuanying.

Ever since the Heavenly Demon King was seriously injured by Shen Huai, this ultimate killer hidden by the elders of the demon world has gradually been revealed to the public. In the past five years, the name of Shen Huai has spread throughout the continent as if it had wings.

——Remember, my name is Shen Huai, and soon this name will shock the mainland.

Thinking of the sonorous and powerful words of the other party five years ago, Xuan Xing felt that he was looking forward to the coming of the Quartet Conference.

The Quartet Conference, in the original book, is the home of the main character—the original body—Shenhuai, and it must still be the same after two months.

"Yes, Master." Sheng Junxiao responded with frowned eyebrows, and then subtly received Xuan Xing's entire Qiankun bag on the first day of preparation.There are mountains of spiritual stones, various defensive magic weapons, life-saving magic charms, healing medicines, and even a few top-quality magic weapons, Shengjun Xiao was surprised.

"If there is an accident, I really can't resist it, and I'm not here, so I can detonate the magic weapon." The top-grade magic weapon is a treasure, and the power contained in it is pure, and the detonation effect is no less than the self-detonation of a Jindan real person.It’s just that usually no one would do this. A treasure of this level can definitely inspire most people’s dick mentality of “demanding money rather than life”.

The corners of Sheng Junxiao's mouth froze slightly, was he afraid that he would not be able to be hunted down by the four great immortal sects?

Very strange, Xuan Xing is very strange.

The Quartet Conference is certainly important, and the new power of the sect that it displays directly affects the power of the Immortal Sect, but Xuan Xing is always indifferent, as if everything is out of his mind, and now this...it seems...like...

He suddenly stared at the frowned eyebrows of the person in front of him, his eyes burning, "Why is Master not by my side, I will follow Master closely."

Xuan Xing paused, shook his head, and laughed jokingly, "Ah Yao is going out for the first time, I'm afraid Ayao will be scared."

He is conceited that he will not lose to the protagonist who is at the peak of Jindan like the original body, but what if, what if his skills are not as good as others, or the protagonist is so crazy that he doesn't want to take a detour and take revenge, so he wants to kill him directly, the "superior Xianzong" Sovereign".

Xuan Xing suddenly regretted tying his apprentice to this thief ship when he still had the life-threatening sword hanging around his neck.

Sheng Junxiao looked deeply at the person in front of him, "Master, I am no longer a child."

"Well, Ah Yao is eight years old, of course he is not a child anymore." Xuan Xing nodded seriously, and silently tousled Shengjun Xiao's high-tied hair.

Sheng Junxiao: "..."

Until half a month later, when the huge cloud boat flew up, Xuan Xing hadn't pulled out an answer other than perfunctory teasing from Xuan Xing's mouth, and he was almost irritable.

The boat-like artifact is hung with high sails, with ancient patterns printed on it. The decoration is magnificent, exquisite and gorgeous, surrounded by small silver swords on both sides, and it is magnificent. Looking at the bottom of the eye, I can't help but feel agitated, and give birth to great pride.

The ship is very big, three stories tall.Sheng Junxiao paced back and forth in one of the rooms by himself, wishing he could pick up the collar of the indifferent person in the next room to question him.

"Uncle Mingche! Uncle Mingche!" There was a knock on the door.

Sheng Junxiao forced a smile, opened the door, and there were three young monks with bitter faces.

"That kid Qingxiu is so bad, he set up a puzzle, saying that no one can solve it."

"Then he deceived us a lot of spirit stones..."

"Uncle Master is so powerful, you can help us win the round."

On the cloud boat, two elders were sitting cross-legged on the bow and stern to escort the escort. In the large open space, some people were sitting, some were lying down, some were playing chess, some were chatting, and of course some were playing various small games. But one of them.

Looking at the scene below, Sheng Junxiao's eyes suddenly brightened. It was because Ming Xu, who was talking in Xuanying's room, had already closed his eyes and meditated at the bow.

Seemingly gentle and polite, but in a few words, he politely rejected the three hard-working children with extreme impatience, and he stretched his long legs, turned around and entered Xuanying's room.

"I said before, there is no need to say more, I have my own measure." Xuan Xing stood with his back to the door, hands behind his back, standing in front of the table, as if he was watching something carefully.

"The disciple is concerned about Master coming over, but it turns out that the Master doesn't even want to hear a word from the disciple?" A joking grievance sounded, and Xuan Xing turned around, his face softened slightly, and his eyes were unnatural for a moment, " How did you come?"

Sheng Junxiao didn't seem to notice, closed the door, bypassed the exquisite decorations, stood next to Xuan Xing, and said happily: "I just miss Master so much."

The clear peach blossom eyes are filled with his own shadow, it is obviously glib words, but he can speak so sincerely, Xuan Xing thinks this is amazing.It would be great if my little apprentice could stop pestering him overtly and secretly with the question of "what is Master worried about?"

Since half a month ago, he showed a little bit of worry about his apprentice's future (in case he was defeated or even died), and he was caught endlessly.

Should it be said that it is a natural demon body favored by the demon god? It is so sharp.

Unexpectedly, the apprentice seemed to start a more circuitous route, and asked an irrelevant question, "By the way, this time the disciple is the leader of the inner sect competition, how should the master reward me?"

Normally, as a good master who pays equal attention to encouragement and encouragement, as well as candy and stick education, Xuan Xing will definitely reward his apprentices well, even he has already prepared congratulatory gifts.

But now, in order to prevent his apprentice from climbing up the pole, Xuan Xing just said lightly: "My disciple, it is only natural to win the leader."

Sheng Junxiao's beautiful smile froze. In fact, he guessed that Xuan Xing must have already thought about what to reward him, but now he just wanted to collect some extra information, and it turned out...

Hey, he even has the magic weapon, the Spirit Sword, and those tiny things are not rare.

He snorted softly, turned his eyes away from Xuan Xing's face, just happened to catch a glimpse of the yarrow scattered on the table, and his eyes paused.

He has always known Xuan Xingtong's gossip deduction technique, but he neither believes in the sky, nor does he believe in the fate determined by the sky, and Xuan Xing has never taught him such techniques.

But have you never eaten pork or seen a pig run?Formation and deduction are interlinked. If he can solve the formation, can he not even understand the most blatant hexagrams?

Sunda up and gen down, the wind blows the mountains and trees, the image of the eldest daughter bewitching the young man.

Sheng Junxiao gathered his fingers together, unprecedented anger rose in his heart, and he turned his head to look at Xuan Xing, "Master, who is this hexagram for?"