Save the world with a plot

The next day, the Quartet Conference officially began.

The viewing platform was erected high, and the logos of the various sects floated in mid-air, shining brightly and magnificently.

Under a circle of small swords with the word "Xuan" written in silver and white, Xuan Xing sat in the first place, calm.

Although the underlying purpose of this conference is to strengthen their own disciples and select seed players who can withstand the face-slapping of the monster race Shenhuai, it is obvious that this is not what they said on the surface, otherwise it would seem that they are afraid of Shenhuai?Therefore, what this Quartet Conference announced to the outside world is to make the younger generation have a good time to learn from each other.Anyone under the age of [-] can sign up for the competition, which is divided into three stages: Jianji, Jindan, and Yuanying.

Contest participants: Four Immortal Sects—Jiuxu Sect, Zhengyang Sect, Li Hua Sect, and Shangxuan Sect.Three great families - Lanzhou Ming family, Linyi Wei family, and Shangxi Fang family.There are also large and small sects, cities and some casual cultivators.

However, the large sects not only monopolize the source of students, but also provide exquisite exercises, and the competition among them is even fiercer, so the main force is after all the four immortal sects.Among them, the main sword of Shangxuan Sect is the sharpest; the talisman of Li Hua Sect is hard to defend against; Zhengyang Sect and Jiuxu Sect are all comprehensive sects with various methods.

As for the three major aristocratic families, it is true that the sect is far more important than the family, but it is not the case for the extremely small number of ten thousand-year aristocratic families.This is the case for the Ming family, Wei family, and Fang family. There are even cities and sects attached to them. Although they are not at the level of stealing the edge of the four great immortal sects, they should not be underestimated.In particular, Ming Ying, the head of the Ming family of this generation, is the ancestor of the Huashen, and his cultivation is at the peak of the mainland.

Although Xuan Xing is only 62 years old, as the suzerain of the Shangxuan Sect, of course he needs to maintain his identity and not compete with his disciples, so he did not sign up for the competition.

However, the protagonist, the leader of the golden core stage, will challenge him after victory.It must be the same now... There should be no surprises...

In the original book, the protagonist left Huyang City, and came immediately after hearing the Sifang Conference. Even if he didn't get a copy of Huyang City now, he would still come.

Xuan Xing was a little confused, and in the end he was still quietly waiting for the protagonist to brush.

The first thing to start now is the stage of the foundation building period.

Most of these people are the new generation of the sect. From the level they show, we can basically infer the strength and power structure of the sect a hundred years later.

"There are quite a few good seedlings this year." - This is Que Qing, the Patriarch of the Lihua Sect who is sitting on the left of Xuan Xing, who is quite pleased.

"Indeed." - This is Ling Feng, the patriarch of the Zhengyang Sect with few words.

The head of the Li Hua Sect: "Ah Feng, this is your disciple, right? This method of diverting water to the east is really wonderful."

There was a battle platform, the young monks single-handedly attracted the clear spring outside the arena, and the water curtain was like a waterfall, weaving a dense cage to enclose the opponent, which was a good means.

The head of Zhengyang Sect: "I don't know."

The head of the Li Hua Sect: "The hero is young. If it was 1000 years old in the morning, I would not be able to accept this move. I didn't expect the other party to make trouble with a sword."

Unexpectedly, the cultivator on the opposite side didn't panic, twisted his body, and the water didn't touch his body, and the water curtain was pushed out with four or two strokes of a thousand catties.

The head of the Zhengyang Sect (with no expression on his face): "...I remember you celebrated your [-]th birthday ten years ago."

"Is that so..." The head of the Li Hua Sect pondered for a moment, and said: "That's really a hero born at a young age. If it was 500 years in the morning, I wouldn't be able to accept this move. I didn't expect the other party to be able to cause trouble."

Rao Xuan Xing, who was concentrating on thinking about the protagonist, couldn't help but twitched his eyebrows at this moment, and couldn't help but follow the other party's gaze.

On that battle platform, the handsome monk who beat the opponent to the ground, who is it not Sheng Junxiao?He raised his chin slightly, with the pride and frivolity unique to young people.Subconsciously looking back, he happened to see Xuan Xing's frowning long eyebrows.

Xuan Xing didn't want to talk to the unconscionable apprentice, but the apprentice is his own apprentice after all, no matter how disappointed and annoyed, can he just leave it alone?

In the past two years, the apprentice has always looked like a gentleman in Shangxuanzong, never embarrassing in the fight, but convincing, this time he will make the other party feel like a drowned rat, but his own eyebrows and eyes are showing off Complacent color.

Xuan Xing couldn't help but feel worried because of such an abnormality.

"The winner on the third stage seems to be the disciple of Senior Brother Xuan Xing?" Qingya's voice sounded, Xuan Xing withdrew his gaze and turned his head. It was Lingxi who came half a step late and was here now.

After performing the salute to the suzerain master of the Jiuxu sect, Lingxi sat down behind him. As a personal disciple favored by the suzerain master, this is not considered a transgression.What's more, no one felt that there was anything wrong with Lingxi's identity as the goddess of the Nine Void Sect. A handsome white-clothed monk in the third row frowned fiercely.

"Yes." Xuan Xing nodded.

"It's been five years since we left. I didn't expect Brother Xuanying to be a master." Lingxi said with a rare sense of embarrassment.

Xuan Xing heard it delicately, what's the matter with this tone of "they are all fathers"?

"Junior Sister likes it, and you can also accept a disciple."

Because of the "Heart Consonance" practiced in the Holy Tomb five years ago, the influence of consonance on this body is not as great as it used to be.That's why Xuan Xing, who has no burden, joked casually, after all, he has always admired this Bai Yueguang.

Under the stage, Sheng Junxiao's hand holding the sword tightened suddenly, and his joints turned white.

At the beginning of the match, he thought that Xuan Xing would comfort him with that unique calm tone.But no, the other party never looked at him.

He thought that the opponent was busy, and during the match, this person should watch him fight carefully.But still nothing, a person with a blank expression does not know what he is thinking.What's so important?

Are you... not worried about him getting hurt?

Anger rose in his heart, clamoring for destruction and destruction, and even wanted to kill the person in front of him to vent his anger.

Suddenly, the temperature behind him let him know that the other party was looking over, and it turned out...he was actually talking to other women!

Yes, he remembered this woman, named Lingxi, and Xuan Xing seemed to be old acquaintances, and they were very close brothers and sisters.

The more he thought about it, the more he got angry, he finished the competition, and immediately went straight to Xuan Xing, when he passed Lingxi, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and the expression on his drooping face was distorted for a moment.

Have a heart?

Sheng Junxiao was about to explode, he actually felt the aura of heart-to-heart aura from this woman, and he still practiced the aura of heart-to-heart aura with Xuan Xing, even though it was many years ago, he would not admit the smell of Xuan Xing's aura .

The question that was repeatedly asked two years ago suddenly resurfaced in my mind-Xuan Xing, who is the reason for the change of your Taoism?Is this woman?

On the other side, Lingxi also suddenly raised his head to look at Sheng Junxiao, and a trace of strangeness flashed across his indifferent bright eyes.

Xuan Xing originally wanted to do his duty as a good master to ask about the situation of his apprentice, but as for what happened last night, the apprentice was still young, so he was too impulsive.Unexpectedly, the apprentice put on a dead face as soon as he came up.Give!who!look!He then looked away blindly.

Behind him, Shengjun Xiao closed his fingers little by little, his eyes were dark, like the deepest night.

It's night, beside the blue lake, in the hut, on the bed.

Sheng Junxiao stared at the small conch in his hand for a long time, then suddenly threw it hard, and said bitterly, "How dare you ignore me!"

He leaned back and threw himself into the soft bed, closed his eyes, but the same face flashed through his mind, expressionless, joking, smiling, light, soft...

The heat wave was hitting his limbs and bones, but he still didn't realize it. He muttered alone, "Bastard Xuan Xing, stupid. Heh——When I reach the peak of Yuanying, I will...um..."

He suddenly groaned, and his whole body trembled.The inconspicuous heat wave merged into a climax in an instant, burning the soul with scorching heat.

The lower body became hot for a while, colorful feathers protruded from the body, and the eyes turned into vertical pupils.

A strange red light flashed, and only the broken white shirt remained on the bed.

In its place was an iridescent bird.Dankou Jinfu, Xuanmu is regular, the scales are intertwined, the feathers are uneven, and the tail is crowned with a rainbow. It is a peacock.

Sense and consciousness were burned to the ground, and the beastly plunder was clamoring from top to bottom, and the little peacock jumped out of the door.

across.

It smells good.

So sweet.

he wants.

thump--

The little peacock, who instinctively chose the closest straight path, fell headlong into the Bibo Lake.