The brother I picked up is enchanted

The Cold Cloud Sect disciple also took a special look at Meng Lingrong's expression, and was relieved when he saw that the other party really didn't care.

After all, it would be difficult for people like Senior Brother Meng to meet each other on weekdays, and they even said that they would live in the same room with each other. They still respected and feared Senior Brother Meng in their bones.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked at Luo Xuanchuan who was standing on the other side with a blank expression, looking a bit out of place, and encountered another difficulty.

They already knew that Senior Brother Luo and Senior Brother Meng didn't get along, and it was impossible for the two of them to live in the same room, but none of their disciples would dare to live with Senior Brother Luo.

Many disciples had witnessed Brother Luo's great achievements in beating Bai Hong in Xuanzhong Peak, and if they lived in the same room, they were afraid that they would not be able to survive the night.

"I share a room with Senior Brother Meng." Ye Feiyu stood in front of Meng Lingrong, looked at him expectantly, and then glared at Luo Xuanchuan.

Unexpectedly, Luo Xuanchuan, who was standing far away, stepped forward when he saw this, and stood still in front of Meng Lingrong.

Ye Feiyu's eyelids twitched, he didn't know if it was his illusion, Luo Xuanchuan was not targeting him, but targeting him who was "close to Senior Brother Meng".is it possible?What exactly does Luo Xuanchuan want to do.

"No." Luo Xuanchuan looked at Meng Lingnan, with no superfluous expression on his face.

Ye Feiyu snorted coldly: "Who are you, Senior Brother Meng? If you say no, you can't do it?"

Luo Xuanchuan looked at Ye Feiyu, as if he didn't pay attention to Ye Feiyu at all, and slightly curled the corner of his mouth as if mocking his incompetence.

A strong wind suddenly hit Luo Xuanchuan's face, and he turned sideways to avoid it.Then the long sword came out of its sheath with a clang, and the pure black sword stood in front of him. The strong wind was quickly calmed down when it touched the sword, as if it had been sucked away by a black hole.

The rest of the strong wind scattered in all directions, tossing several tables of food and causing several people to stare angrily.

At this time, the ordinary people or monks who were drinking on the first floor all turned their attention to this side, seeing the two people starting to move their hands, they all guessed which sect's disciples they were.

There are too many immortal sects who have come to Nanquan City recently, and sometimes there will be friction between immortal gates, and they are no strangers to it, but the quarrel within this sect is the first, and they still have a headache. See you soon.

Ye Feiyu pressed his hand on the saber at his waist, and just drew half of it, when he was stopped.

"stop."

Venerable Fangyue's voice came from upstairs, and a woman in red put one hand on the railing and sighed.

"You young people, why are you so angry every day, and make people laugh for no reason."

Venerable Fangyue jumped down from the upstairs lightly, with his toes lightly tapping on the stone slab, his body was as light as nothing.Even when Venerable Fangyue appeared, several male cultivators seemed to have their eyes glued to her.

Following Venerable Fangyue's movements, the vermilion-like earrings swayed gently, caressing the creamy skin on the side of her face, making the two look even more eye-catching against each other.

She glanced at the monks whose food was thrown by Ye Feiyu, and Yu Yan on the side immediately understood, stepped forward and said to those people: "The disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect just made a careless move and disturbed the interest of the few. Naturally, I will give you satisfactory compensation.”

Those few monks looked like they were all burly, and when they heard the words of Cold Cloud Sect, they dared not get angry, so they could only nod their heads.

Moreover, the cultivation level of the red-clothed woman who came down from the second floor just now was unpredictable, and behind her was the Cold Cloud Sect, even a young disciple in the Cold Cloud Sect was not something that casual cultivators like them could afford to provoke.

"Little Lingrong is really welcome." Venerable Fangyue walked up to Meng Lingrong and smiled helplessly.

Meng Lingrong moved his head away awkwardly, he couldn't bear Venerable Fangyue's teasing tone the most, it was obviously the conflict between Ye Feiyu and Luo Xuanchuan, but it always made him feel that it had something to do with him.

He looked at Luo Xuanchuan, and said lightly: "You said, you have to listen to me, and you can't hurt people with your hands. Do you want to go back on your word?"

Ye Feiyu on the side glanced at Luo Xuanchuan in surprise, and even forgot to draw the sword in his hand.Luo Xuanchuan didn't seem like the kind of person who would agree to such a condition.

Luo Xuanchuan was silent for a while, and then said: "Okay."

As his voice fell, the long sword that had been floating by his side seemed to be inserted back into the scabbard under the command of the master, and the last trace of sharpness was restrained.

Ye Feiyu's expression was as if he saw a ghost, if someone came out at this time and said that Luo Xuanchuan was possessed by some kind of monster, he would definitely believe it.

The people around started whispering after hearing Han Yunzong.

"I noticed them when they came in just now. I didn't expect that they were disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect, but why did the disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect come here suddenly." A middle-aged man with a big sword on his back said.

A female cultivator sitting next to him smiled and said: "You don't know about this. Every ten years, the younger generation of each sect will gather for ten trials. It is said that it is ten trials, but actually it is possible to participate in it." There are more than ten sects, but the unnamed sects are not eligible to be nominated. Presumably these disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect are planning to go to Wanghai Realm this time, and the leader of the team may be the Venerable Cold Cloud Sect.”

The female cultivator had a fascinated look on her face after she finished speaking, the Venerable's level of cultivation was so high that a person like her would never be able to achieve it in her entire life.

"I see." The person who asked the question just now nodded.

The table next to them is full of young monks, all of them are dressed in extraordinary clothes, and they have some origins if they think about it.

The head monk snorted softly after hearing this, and said in a low voice: "In the past 40 years, which time has the Cold Cloud Sect entered the top five in the trial? What is there to brag about? I think the Cold Cloud Sect is getting worse and worse. gone."

The eyelids of the monk who was walking with him twitched, and he shouted: "Bo Ying, don't be rude."

The voice was very small, but it was still heard by many disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect. They looked directly at the monks at the table with slightly cold faces.Venerable Fangyue stood aside with his arms folded, glanced at Meng Lingrong, and then showed an expression of watching the show.

If outsiders dare to slander Frost Cloud Sect, Xiao Lingrong will be the first one who can't stand it.

After all, he grew up with the honor of the sect. Since he was trained as the future suzerain, he naturally had to bear more than ordinary disciples.

"Dare to ask where your Excellency came from, but do you think you have the ability to replace the Cold Cloud Sect?"

Meng Lingrong's voice reached the ears of the monks at the table without any mistakes, and then they saw a figure in white clothes appearing in front of them like a ghost.

The opponent's movement is superb, but they are not in the mood to appreciate it now.

The other disciples who were implicated by that Bo Ying were all complaining in their hearts, secretly scolding Bo Ying for talking too much, no matter what the Cold Cloud Sect was, they were not comparable to their Wuhua Sect.

What's more, the entire Fenglin Realm cultivator did not perform well in the ten trials, so how could they blame the Cold Cloud Sect.

The disciple named Bo Ying was just talking casually, but he didn't expect that someone would actually come to make trouble, but he still didn't think that he was about to say something wrong, and in a sense, what he said was not wrong.

Then he saw the young man in white standing in front of him. Just by standing in front of him, he could feel the unattainable aura of the other party, like a cold spring in the deep sea. ice.

The visitor's appearance seemed to be unconventional, his eyes were slightly narrow and long, as clean as water, and they looked exquisite and translucent.The lips are beautiful, but because they are often pursed, they appear cold and unkind.

The eyebrow color is like Wangyuan Mountain, and the face is often like a lotus.

Inexplicably, He Boying remembered a sentence from an ancient book, which was unexpectedly appropriate for the other party.There are many beauties in the cultivation world, and he has seen many, but this is the first time he has seen such a good-looking man in his life.

Only then did he remember what the other party seemed to have said just now, and was about to answer but didn't know how to say it, saying that their Wuhua sect could be compared to the cold cloud sect, or that his cultivation base was deeper than the other party's.

"I......"

From the moment the opponent appeared in front of him, he knew that this person was definitely not his opponent.

"How about the Cold Cloud Sect is not something you can judge arbitrarily. If you have the strength to challenge the Cold Cloud Sect, you can give it a try. The Cold Cloud Sect will always accept challenges from monks from all walks of life, and so do I." Meng Lingrong said left.

After hearing Meng Lingrong's words, his face turned pale, and he wished he could dig a hole and bury himself.

After Meng Lingrong left, he blushed and whispered to his senior brother sitting next to him: "Senior brother, do you know who he is?"

The brother on the side said angrily: "You don't care who he is, I guarantee that every time he sees you in the future, he will have a bad impression of you, so don't even think about it."

He was aware of his junior's orientation, knew that the other party liked men, and just now that white-clothed monk had an outstanding appearance, maybe his foul-mouthed junior fell in love with him at first sight.

He Boying sighed listlessly after hearing his words, but the other party seemed to be a disciple of the Cold Cloud Sect who participated in the trial, and with such a high level of cultivation, it is impossible for him to be unknown in the sect. knew.

After Meng Lingrong came back, Venerable Fangyue looked at him and Luo Xuanchuan seriously, as if he was thinking about something, and finally said to Meng Lingrong: "Why don't you two share a room, after thinking about it, there must be only Lingrong You can hold him down..."

If Luo Xuanchuan was put together with other disciples, no matter how you looked at it, it would be a dismal ending.

Meng Lingrong's brows twitched, thinking why she can only hold her down...

However, Venerable Fangyue made this decision and he could still guess the other party's intentions. Luo Xuanchuan's undisguised sense of oppression must have made the disciples who lived with him unable to sleep a wink all night.

So although there was a lot of reluctance in his heart, he nodded.

Ye Feiyu looked at his expression, and thought to himself, Brother Meng didn't want to live with that bastard at all.

A male cultivator standing behind Ye Feiyu helplessly pressed Ye Feiyu's shoulder, fearing that the other party would rush up to trouble Luo Xuanchuan again right now.

"Okay, Junior Brother Ye, why don't you share a room with Senior Brother and me." After Si Ying finished speaking, he dragged Ye Feiyu away involuntarily.

Now that the ten trials are just around the corner, every minute and every second before that is crucial, how can we waste time on meaningless little things.

Ye Feiyu also knew that it was useless for him to stay here now, but he was still a little bit unwilling.He looked at Luo Xuanchuan who was standing beside Meng Lingrong, wondering if this bastard Luo Xuanchuan wanted to drink the soup by himself, and then smashed other people's bowls.

The author has something to say:

Luo Xuanchuan: You don't even want to drink any soup dregs.

Ye Feiyu was furious

Meng Lingrong: I don't want to be suppressed, and I don't want to be suppressed, thank you.