Cannon fodder, Shizun, he doesn't want to [pass through the book]

Xie Mian's voice was soft and gentle, which naturally demanded the toughness of protection, combined with his gentle voice, it was so cute that it made people feel uncomfortable and softened.

Jiang Huaiyu stood up, looked to the side to cover the peach blossom petals with a folding fan, and Fu Wuxiang was smiling, and then looked to hear the movement, and paid attention to Yue Shenshui here calmly.

Frowning, raised his finger in distaste, tapped on the center of Xie Mian's brow, and pushed back, "Isn't it just a Tianyin sect, if you ask for trouble, you will ask for trouble, what are you afraid of?"

Xie Mian slightly tilted his head back, "Master." He called out.

Jiang Huaiyu actually heard a little grievance from his master.

"The disciple is only at the early stage of the golden core stage." Xie Mian lowered his eyes, "If the master refuses to protect him, he may not be able to see the disciple tomorrow."

He said softly: "I heard that Li Chunhan is the closed disciple of the ancestor of Tianyin Sect."

"Of course I know that Li Chunhan is the closed disciple of the ancestor of the Tianyin Sect." Jiang Huaiyu withdrew his hand, straightened his crimson sleeves, sat back on his seat, and cast a glance at Xie Mian.

"Forget it, for the sake of you not being ashamed, this deity will reluctantly do what it takes to protect you for a while."

"Please trouble Master." Xie Mian gently rubbed the handle of the umbrella with his fingertips, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, his slender and powerful fingers shattered the setting sun and cast a shadow on the handle.

"Master is so kind."

Laughter came from beside me.

"Thank you nephew, the finals are not over yet." Fu Wuxiang knocked on the folding fan, raised his chin, and looked towards the floating platform, "Enough of being coquettish with Master, what are you talking about, let's compete."

Sa... what?

behave in a spoiled manner?

Jiang Huaiyu looked at Xie Mian in a daze, was Xie Mian acting like a baby just now?

"You're almost an adult, why are you still acting coquettish? Do you want to make up for what you didn't act like a few years ago?" Fu Wuxiang narrowed his eyes, "When the competition is over, the second uncle will send you a batch of pills. The problem has to be corrected."

Fu Wuxiang, an unscrupulous salesman of elixir, after failing to sell Jiang Huaiyu, followed Yuebaishu and Xiebaishu.

Xie Mian ignored the word coquettish, raised her eyes, "I'm an adult, thank you Second Master."

After thanking him, he turned his head, whispered into Jiang Huaiyu's ear, and said softly, "The five great competitions are coming to an end, Master, don't forget the compensation you promised your disciples earlier."

His slightly cool breath was on the earlobe, Jiang Huaiyu slightly tilted his head from the cold, staring at Xie Mian.

"Who are you as the deity, of course you haven't forgotten."

Does he want to bite himself so much?I really hate it deeply.

Jiang Huaiyu figured that after the five sect competitions were over, he had to find a reason to join Xie Mian in order to give Xie Mian a chance to harm himself.It's always wrong to stay by your side.

The Flying Star Sand City secret realm is harmless, probably because Xie Mian was too busy looking for life-extending purple liquid for his sister, and didn't care about himself.

"Little brother, what did nephew Xie tell you just now?" Fu Wuxiang bowed his head and asked, "Whispering."

Hearing the words, the more submerged, he also turned his head.

"He said—" Jiang Huaiyu looked at Xie Mian who turned back to the floating platform, and replied, "Second Master always likes to inquire about people's privacy."

Fu Wuxiang: "..."

On the suspended platform, Li Chunhan wiped the blood from his mouth, lowered his head, and held the three broken strings.

The snow-white strings gleamed coldly in his hands.

"The piano is useless." Li Chunhan raised his head to look at Xie Mian who had returned to the suspended platform, his eyes fell on the Thousand Magic Umbrella in Xie Mian's hand, "What's the name of this umbrella?"

Xie Mian remained silent, he looked at Li Chunhan and reminded with a smile, "You lost, Li Daoyou."

Li Chunhan didn't bother with the umbrella anymore, he let go of the strings, put away the piano, and turned to leave the suspended platform.Those who lose will be eliminated and leave the suspended platform, which is a big competition rule.

Those who are eliminated will be ranked according to the strength displayed in the competition.

When leaving, Li Chunhan turned his head, raised his thin eyelids, and looked at Xie Mian with light pupils.

"Twelve Realm Grand Competition, you'd better participate, we are competing once."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Jiang Huaiyu, bowed and said, "This junior is arrogant, I invite you to fight Venerable Jiang, and please forgive him. I look forward to competing with Venerable Jiang in the Twelve Realm Grand Competition."

The Twelve Realm Contest in the Immortal Cultivation World will start 23 years later, and there is only one rule of participation, monks under the age of two hundred.

Regardless of identity, status, or cultivation.

In the early days of Jiang Huaiyu's transformation into a god, he was actually not yet two hundred years old. After 23 years, he was only 190, and he was eligible to participate in the Twelve Realm Competition.

Jiang Huaiyu: "..."

Are you still thinking about fighting with me?

After Li Chunhan said this, he turned and returned to the location of Tianyinzong.A group of Tianyinzong immediately surrounded him, with worried eyes and anxious tones.

"I didn't expect Xuan Weizong to have someone like Xie Mian, uncle, are you alright?"

Li Chunhan shook his head, "It's nothing." After finishing speaking, his eyes slowly swept over Xie Mian and Jiang Huaiyu.

Famous teachers make great disciples, Xie Mian is Jiang Huaiyu's disciple, and his disciples are all so outstanding, so how strong should Jiang Huaiyu, who was passed down as an idiot, be?

"It seems that this year's Twelve Realm Grand Competition is quite lively."

Li Chunhan closed his eyes, staring gloomyly at Xie Mian, his chest was in great pain from the backlash from the broken strings.

"Uncle Master, Huiyuan Pill." Seeing Li Chunhan's expression slightly distorted, the people at the side quickly handed you the pill.

"No need." Li Chunhan pushed away the elixir that was handed in front of him, "I thought I was outstanding, but I lost to a Jindan early stage, and the strings were broken."

He lowered his head and muttered, "I'll remember this defeat, the only one. Will win it back."

On the suspended platform, Qi Lizong's disciples gave up immediately when they came on stage. Xuanweizong Xie Mian beat Li Chunhan who was in the mid-Yuanying stage. How could he compare with such a monster?

Comparing with Xie Mian is only when the brain is flooded.

Not only the disciples of Qitian Sect think so, but also the disciples of other sects who entered the finals.

Only Xuanweizong, Jun Xiangyi, who is firmly at the top of the rankings, doesn't think so.

"Thank you, Junior Brother." Jun Xiangyi was wearing a light blue dress, she clenched her sword tightly, "Although I know I'm not your opponent, but I don't want to give up directly, so..."

When Jun Xiangyi said this, he raised his sword, and the sword was fierce, "Please enlighten me."

The sword energy pierced the ground and rushed towards Xie Mian.

Xie Mian turned the Thousand Illusion Umbrella in her hand, and opened it when the sword energy rushed in front of her eyes.The strange sword energy was hooked by the umbrella surface, walked around the umbrella surface, bent abruptly, and went straight to Jun Xiangyi.

Jun Xiangyi didn't expect that the umbrella in Xie Mian's hand would have this effect, her pupils shrank slightly, Jun Xiangyi tapped her toes, and quickly backed away.

Sword Qi was a move she tried her best to see the gap between herself and Xie Mian.

But I didn't expect that the difference would be so big.

With just one move, she was forced to have nowhere to escape.

The sword energy approached step by step, and kept approaching. It was difficult for Jun Xiangyi to receive the blow with all his strength. What's more, when the umbrella surface turned and returned, the attack force was increased.

Jun Xiangyi had no way to retreat, and was directly forced off the floating platform by his own sword energy.

"I lost." When he was forced off the suspended platform, the sword energy disappeared, and Jun Xiangyi breathed a sigh of relief, and stood still, "Congratulations, Junior Brother Xie, for ranking first."

Xie Mian smiled and thanked.

Everyone stared at Xie Mian dumbfounded. At the beginning, no one thought that he would win the first place. Everyone just listed him as a strong opponent.

The finals officially ended when Jun Xiangyi conceded defeat, and the host of Nancha Temple appeared.

"The competition of the five sects is over. The first place this time is Xuanwei Zong Xie Mian; the second is Tianyin Zong Li Chunhan; the third is Xuanwei Zongjun Xiangyi; the fourth is Qili Zong Huo Zixiang..."

Accompanied by the steady voice of the abbot of Nancha Temple, the corresponding light appeared in the sky, appeared in the sky for a moment, and flew to the hands of the top fifty people.

"Everyone ranked in the top [-] will be rewarded, and the rewards will be determined according to the ranking..."

The red light landed in Xie Mian's hands, and the light dissipated. Xie Mian saw in his hands two bottles of celestial elixir, transformation stage demon elixir, the jade pendant for entering the seabed city one year later, and a crimson headband.

The crimson hairband is covered with mantras. It is not an ordinary hairband, but a celestial artifact, deliberately disguised as a hairband by the craftsman.

crimson?

Xie Mian looked at Jiang Huaiyu from a long distance away. Jiang Huaiyu was covered in crimson red, and the totem embroidered on the skirt was slightly darker.

It suits him.

……

After the competition of the five sects, Emperor Xuanwei hosted a banquet in honor of the remaining four sects.

Xuanweizong doesn't want to entertain, let a sect that is almost all sword masters entertain, are you polite?Just ask are you polite? !

When the Wuzong Grand Competition was established, as soon as it was heard that after the Wuzong Grand Competition was over, entertainment was required, the representative of Xuanweizong ran away on the spot with a letter of consent.

The speed was so fast that the other four sects didn't even react, they just felt a strong wind howling past.

Four cases: "..."

In the end, the four sects admitted that they paid out of their pockets, they paid for the big competition rewards, and they did publicity, so Xuanweizong agreed to join, and took out the martial arts training ground for the big competition.

To put it simply, Xuanweizong asked for money, and he refused to give it. Except for the venue, the five sects competed, nothing was offered.

The representatives of the four sects had complex expressions back then. After more than 900 years, they are now able to smile and relax, discussing in private that whoever plucks out a hair of Xuan Weizong will recognize him as the eldest brother.

However, to this day, the eldest brother still has not recognized him.

Xuanweizong is getting more and more good at picking, and he is full of cultivation in the immortal world to promote good and eliminate evil.

Disciples of other sects are most afraid of encountering robbers during training or missions. Xuanweizong disciples like to encounter robbers the most, reverse robbery, and are more proficient in robbery than anyone else.

Anyone who sees it must admire it.

Who dares to pluck their hair?Pure looking for abuse.

The stars in the sky are shining brightly, and the orange-red flames pick Xuan Weizong red.

Disciples from the five sects discussed the insights they gained during the day, and invited disciples from other sects to look for opportunities; to challenge themselves in Longtan and Tiger's Lair; or to experience the human world and sharpen their minds.

——It’s like eating, drinking, having fun and going to flower houses. Some people have the heart but don’t dare to say that the elders of the five sects are all present. Do you want to court death?

While drinking and drinking, Jiang Huaiyu propped up his hands, turned the wine glass with one hand, and looked down at the disciples below.

Fu Wuxiang took the living dead with him to test the medicine, and did not attend the banquet, and Yue Shenshui was talking with other sect venerables, which had nothing to do with him.

The original owner is a dandy of the immortal sect, who doesn't care about the sect's internal affairs at all.

Jiang Huaiyu listened for a while, but didn't understand what they were talking about, and nodded a little bit, a little drunk.

Jiang Huaiyu didn't drink well, so he poured down a glass, he didn't dare to drink, he would get drunk just by the smell.

After sitting here for a while, Jiang Huaiyu couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north.

He nodded, knocked his head on the wine glass in his hand, and woke up.

"Go back." Yue Shenshui didn't know when he noticed Jiang Huaiyu knocking on the wine glass, and took the wine glass from his hand.

Jiang Huaiyu was drunk and dazed, nodded, and turned back to the Changming Palace. He was walking so fast that he almost bumped into someone on the road.

"Master?"

The voice of the person who was hit was familiar, Jiang Huaiyu looked up, he looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Jiang Huaiyu looked carefully for a long time, and finally recognized who it was?

It's Xie Mian.

No wonder they look familiar.

"Master is drunk?"

Dark clouds cover the moon, and the surroundings are plunged into darkness.

Xie Mian, dressed in black, was immersed in the night like a mountain ink painting, he looked at Jiang Huaiyu. "Do you need disciples to send you back to the Changming Palace?"

"No." Jiang Huaiyu frowned, "I didn't drink."

Jiang Huaiyu managed to stay awake, bypassed Xie Mian, counted the steps, and returned to the Changming Hall.

Xie Mian quietly followed behind him.

Jiang Huaiyu's head was dull, and he didn't find Xie Mian behind him until he returned to the Changming Palace. The hand that closed the palace door stopped, Jiang Huaiyu was a little displeased.

"What are you doing next?"

Without waiting for Xie Mian's answer, Jiang Huaiyu nodded to himself, as if he understood something, he turned sideways slowly and let Xie Mian enter the hall, while he walked to the soft couch and fell down on the soft couch.

"Is it compensation?"

Jiang Huaiyu asked in a daze, he could only feel the strong smell of alcohol wafting from his nose.

The lamps in the Changming Hall are made of shark oil, which will last for thousands of years, and the jumping flames illuminate the entire Changming Hall.

Xie Mian looked at Jiang Huai's jade clothes scattered on the ground with the help of the warm light, the tails of his eyes were red, his eyes were half knocked, his eyes were hard to concentrate, and he looked at the top of the hall.

"It wasn't originally."

Xie Mian replied, he walked to the soft couch, bent down, and approached Jiang Huaiyu, "Master, this disciple wants to bite your neck, is it okay?"

Xie Mian is not asking, to be precise, he is informing.After asking how he was, he lowered his head and bit Jiang Huaiyu's Adam's apple a little bit.

Very light, not like a bite.

Jiang Huaiyu was sensitive and trembled slightly. Even though he was unconscious due to the smell of alcohol, he was much more sober at this moment.

"Presumptuous." He pushed Xie Mian away, wanted to prop up, but failed to sit up, and was pushed back to the soft couch.

"Master, you don't want to give compensation, do you?"