Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

While the few people were talking, Tang Huan had already climbed up Diancang Mountain.

He looked back with lingering fear, but he didn't see Yan Fei, only a fox with a black face hanging on his body.

Yan Fei didn't know how many times he would laugh at him angrily. He couldn't see the hallucination Tang Huan experienced, and he didn't need to see it, because Tang Huan almost wrote on his face that he was chasing Shuangxiu in the illusion!

"My lord, if I remember correctly, you are following the way of psychedelic, and you can't even see through this level of psychedelic formation?"

Tang Huan looked at Yan Fei, and then at the path-seeking ladder behind him. After waking up, he realized what had happened, and the corners of his mouth curled up in embarrassment, "Cough, I've lost my memory..."

Yan Fei still wanted to speak, but sensing the breath ahead, she fell silent again.

On the top of the mountain, hundreds of disciples of Diancang Mountain were gathered not far away to watch.

The sect general election happens once every ten years, when fledgling youngsters compete for entry spots, there will always be some unexpected excitement, such a rare scene, almost all the free disciples in Diancang Mountain come to join in the fun.

For the genius who was the first to climb to the top of the mountain, the brothers and sisters usually cheered and encouraged him, but when Tang Huan reached the top, all he got was silence.

The veil hat on Tang Huan's head was not chopped off by Yan Fei's sword, but was pulled off by himself. Under the peeping of the search ladder, Yan Fei couldn't help him put it away, so he just faced it head-on. On the Cangshan congregation.

A hundred meters away, no one moved or spoke.

In the distance, there was only a group of gaffe disciples with wide-eyed eyes or half-opened mouths.

Tang Huan was a little panicked, and hugged the fox on his shoulders as a shield: "What are they looking at... I've been exposed?"

Yan Fei struggled twice but did not break away, and said coldly: "I don't know, let go!"

Behind him, Yue Qixian followed closely behind and climbed up the mountain. When he saw Tang Huan who had gone up the mountain ahead of time, he felt like he was being played. "You have been hiding your strength for the past two days? Who the hell are you?!"

Tang Huan turned his head, and the ice-blue spirit crystal on the earrings drew an arc in the air.

Then Yue Qixian was also silent.

Yue Qixian extremely loathes those vulgar people who can't resist the temptation of beauty, especially those who stare at him stupidly, but now he has become one of the vulgar people.

Because he saw a painting.

The woman's lips are like Zhuxia, her muscles are condensed with auspicious snow, and her facial features are stunning and exquisite, which cannot be outlined by the world's famous masters. Between the autumn waves, it is like a shimmering pool under the moonlight, with black hair and white skirts. , It's like the flying fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks in the world.

The color of a person can cover the scenery of all things on the fairy mountain.

There were scorching eyes all around, Tang Huan was a little overwhelmed by the silent gaze, he was calm on the surface, but in fact his fingers kept pinching Yan Fei's fox ears.

He simply didn't answer the more stringent questions, pretending not to understand.

After a while, finally a figure suspected to be the protagonist climbed up the last step of the path-seeking ladder with difficulty.

The exhausted handsome young man was sweating profusely. As soon as he climbed to the top of the mountain, he immediately collapsed to the ground, panting for breath while propping his hands on the ground.

"Huh...huh! Father, mother! I succeeded!" The young man touched the land above the fairy mountain, tried his best to suppress his joy and whispered to himself in order to pretend to be calm.

Tang Huan observed calmly for a while, feeling that the protagonist before rebirth probably had this kind of personality, remembering that the protagonist had been hungry for two days, he stepped forward to test: "Are you a tiger?"

Suddenly being called out by his nickname, Yu Chuyang raised his head in doubt, and forgot to breathe for a moment.

Tang Huan bent down slightly, and handed over the burlap bag: "Your father asked me to hand it over to you. He is worried that you will be hungry, so there should be some food in the bag."

After thinking about it, Tang Huan added: "My name is Xiao Changhuan, and I'm also a disciple who just climbed up. I ran into your father on the way to Cangshan Mountain."

Yu Chuyang didn't speak, but just looked at him stupidly. Tang Huan waited patiently for a long time, but the protagonist blushed and choked out a sentence.

"Fairy, fairy?"

"... "

The protagonist before rebirth was simpler than Tang Huan imagined, and under Yan Fei's nose, Tang Huan could not be too attentive.

At this moment, the vicissitudes of the ancient voice sounded again in the majestic hall ahead.

"The road is long and long, and the journey is far away. I will seek it up and down, and I have a good heart. Although I have died nine times, I still have no regrets. After you pass the test of the path-seeking ladder, you can enter the palace to learn from your teacher."

After the sound was over, the three of them did not move.

Tang Huan was busy talking, while Yu Chuyang and Yue Qixian were still looking at him. After a while, they were annoyed by the ignoring voice.

"You three, quickly enter the palace!"

Only then did the three of them realize that they were still participating in the sect election. Yu Chuyang was the first to feel ashamed. He got up and took the package in Tang Huan's hand, thanked him in a low voice, and walked into the majestic hall with a red face and determination.

Yue Qixian came back to his senses after him, annoyance flashed in his eyes, his thin lips were pursed into a thin line, and he followed him in to apprentice.

Before entering the door, Yue Qixian put away his veiled hat, and covering it up now would only make him look ridiculous.

For fledgling and frivolous teenagers, the temptation of beauty is no match for their burning desire for the road of cultivation, at least no match for the life-changing sect general election.

Yan Fei licked Tang Huan's wrist, and said meaningfully: "You are so young, why doesn't the Palace Mistress spare even a child?"

Tang Huan almost choked on his saliva!

He glared at Yan Fei. He originally wanted to deny it, but when the words came to his lips, his thoughts changed slightly, and he changed it to: "Shut up."

The disciples of Diancang Mountain were just watching, but now they are watching, taking photos and discussing. When Tang Huan walked towards the majestic hall, someone wooed him loudly.

"Junior Sister, please pay homage to the real roe deer! Our peak is usually responsible for mining the spiritual stones in the back mountain, and the thief is rich! If you come, I will personally give you an extra spiritual stone every month!"

"Come, come, senior brother will also give it to you! Have you read the monthly Fengyun monthly report? The master of the earth has reported it, and the one who was woken up by urinating in seclusion, our real people are very grounded..."

Before the man could finish speaking, he suddenly slapped him from the towering hall, sending him flying into the sky.

"I have no respect for elders! Get lost and dig ten-year spirit stones for me!"

Hundreds of disciples were silent for a moment, and soon became louder. The disciples of the rest of the mountain disciples did not affect their enthusiasm because of the punished man.

"Junior Sister, let's ride Xiaofeng! Our Master Feng Ling is a well-known arrogance in the Three Realms! How many people are trying to get in!!!"

"Come to Cangqiong Peak! Our peak sect is the tallest! Have you read the scriptures of Cangwu Immortal Venerable? I am more handsome than what is written in the script! Junior sister must choose Cangwu Immortal Venerable!"

"Junior Sister, don't listen to them, Xiangyun Peak is the most..."

The members of the Diancang Mountain gang were so enthusiastic that some people almost fought over him, which made Tang Huan feel dumbfounded.

He seems to be the Tang Huan who makes everyone who is a monk turn pale... right?

The attitudes of these people made it hard for him not to lose himself!

Finally, the people in the hall seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. A large phantom hand stretched out and directly carried Tang Huan into the majestic hall. Hundreds of onlookers were all blown away.

Immortal Feng Ling: "Noisy."

In the blink of an eye, Tang Huan was already standing in the hall.

The head of Diancang Mountain is retreating, and there are only a group of real people in the majestic hall, as well as Yu Chuyang and Yue Qixian who had stepped forward earlier. They both stood behind the Fengling Immortal, and their expressions were a little unnatural.

They heard the voices of senior brothers and sisters outside, but before Tang Huan entered the palace, the two of them had worshiped under Feng Ling Xian Zun, and Feng Ling Xian Zun had agreed.

The Immortal Venerable only accepted two disciples this year, which meant that Tang Huan, who was the first to climb Diancang Mountain, had no chance with the Immortal Feng Ling.

You must know that before the lord of Changhuan Palace appeared a hundred years ago, Feng Ling Xianzun had always been the holder of breakthrough records in various realms on the Three Realms Ranking, and he was the well-deserved No. [-] pride in the Three Realms. Tang Huan and Yan Fei surpassed, and they were also the third geniuses.

Cultivation requires competition, and it is normal for them to get this opportunity first, but the two of them are not deeply involved in the world, so at this time, they can't help but feel like they have snatched Tang Huan's position.

After entering the hall, Tang Huan changed from being watched by his disciples to being watched by several real people.

His identity is fake, his cultivation base is fake, and his realm is also fake. Now that he is being stared at by some Nascent Soul Golden Core realm monks, he can't help feeling a little nervous, and he tightens his arms around the fox.

Worried that the palace lord, who had never seen the world, would show his feet, Yan Fei slowed down her voice and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, I'm not panicking, why are you panicking?"

That's right... Both he and Yan Fei were wearing soul-absorbing bells. If it was really exposed, between the son of the devil and the master of Changhuan, the former should be killed first.

What's more, the big villain Yan Fei has a halo around him, so it's not so easy to get into trouble. Thinking about it this way, Tang Huan instantly became less nervous.

There are five master candidates in the hall, two immortals in the Nascent Soul Realm, and three real people at the peak of the golden core. He also paused his eyes.

As a woman, Master Zixia had some headaches, and several people in the voice transmission: "Diancang Mountain has such a person, I don't know if it's good or bad..."

Guantian Zhenren answered cheerfully: "Naturally, it's a good thing. This year's rookie conference may be a surprise."

Master Diroe was still sulking at being exposed by his disciples. After taking a few glances at Tang Huan, he finally knew what the disciples outside the door were crazy about. Thinking of something, he leaned towards Immortal Feng Ling with something good, "Immortal only Take two?"

Cangwu Immortal Venerable also looked at it with a smile: "If you say a word from a gentleman, four horses are hard to chase. If you say you won't accept this little guy, then I will accept it."

Immortal Feng Ling ignored the gags of the two of them, and there was a process for apprenticeship in Diancang Mountain, and Tang Huan had to choose first.

In the end, before he could explain the process, Tang Huan plopped and knelt down in front of Cangwu Immortal Venerable.

thump!

Tang Huan: "Disciple Xiao Changhuan, mutated ice spirit root, please worship under the sect of Cangwu Immortal Venerable. This disciple will definitely practice diligently in the future and live up to the teachings of Immortal Venerable!"

Immortal Feng Ling: "..."

The Cangwu Immortal Venerable who was kneeling was taken aback for a moment, feeling a little flattered for a moment.

Feng Ling Xianzun's reputation in the Three Realms is really too loud, but whenever a talented disciple didn't kneel in front of him, this is the first time that a talented disciple who first climbed Diancang Mountain chose to worship him division.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Cang Wu asked seriously: "Why?"

Tang Huan looked up: "Hmm...?"

Facing his face at close range, Cangwu was dazed for a moment, the king of romantic and sentimental words, unexpectedly had an uncomfortable day, "Why do you want to worship me as a teacher?"

Tang Huan asked this question, not because there is no reason, but because the reason cannot be said.

If you want to call the protagonist a brother, Immortal Feng Ling is actually the best candidate, but Immortal Feng Ling is too talented, and his mind is extremely rigorous and meticulous, it is too dangerous to be under this person's eyes every day.

Yan Fei also meant the same thing, and told him that if he wanted to die, he should choose Immortal Feng Ling, and Immortal Feng Ling was not much weaker than Xiao Changli.

Yan Fei also pointed to Cang Wu and said that this person is the laziest, he likes to go out and experience the game world, so he probably has no time to take care of you, and other Jindan people will definitely focus on training you.

"...I just think the immortal looks kind." Tang Huan opened his eyes and said nonsense.

Hearing this, Cangwu conjured up a folding fan out of nowhere, fanned it thoughtfully, glanced at the expressionless Feng Ling, and said with a look of immortal demeanor: "I see, this seat is indeed Much more kind-hearted than Junior Brother Feng Ling, that's all, you can join my Cang Qiong Peak."

"Thank you, Master!"

Tang Huan saluted respectfully, walked up to Cangwu Immortal and stood down.

When passing by Immortal Feng Ling, he called his uncle in a low voice, and pretended to be timid, and used Immortal Cangwu to block that cold gaze.

Immortal Feng Ling frowned subconsciously, obviously he was the apprentice he didn't want to accept, but the other party seemed to be even more afraid of avoiding him, which made him inexplicably uncomfortable.

Afterwards, the disciples who went up the mountain went through the same process.

After entering the door, he knelt down and bowed to the Fengling Immortal Venerable, and after being rejected, he accepted someone else's sect in disappointment. After accepting Tang Huan, the Cangwu Immortal Venerable also accepted a female disciple with two spiritual roots of water and wood. The Yue family is Yue Xingyue.

If it wasn't for the red fox in Tang Huan's arms, Yue Xingyue would not have recognized Tang Huan, and since then he has been staring at his face like a ghost.

After the sect general election, Cangwu Immortal took the two back to Cangqiong Peak. There was no cave allocated under Jindan, and after placing the two in the inner disciple's room, Cangwu Immortal shook off his sleeves and left.

Before leaving, Cangwu Immortal Venerable left two sword formulas for them to practice by themselves, saying that they would find him after the foundation was established, and freed them as Yan Fei described.

As soon as Cang Wu left, Tang Huan didn't say anything to Yue Xingyue, and got into the room with the sword formula.

He didn't take apprenticeship very seriously. Looking carefully, these powerful talents in Diancang Mountain were not as high as the male pets in his harem. He really couldn't find the sense of substitution as a disciple.

Back in the room, Tang Huan set up barriers around him, threw Yan Fei to the ground, read the sword formula given by Cangwu Immortal, and memorized it firmly in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Yan Fei scratched her rumpled hair, feeling bored, "What on earth are you doing at Cangshan Mountain?"

Tang Huan found an excellent excuse: "Ye Zhilan said that there is a trace of the Falling Heaven Sword in Diancang Mountain, so I'll look for it."

Yan Fei paused, glanced at him, and said calmly: "That's a rumor from a hundred years ago. Diancang Mountain has been searched long ago, but no sword spirit was found."

"What if, if you are idle, you are idle. Are you not interested in Falling Heaven Sword?"

"generally."

"Oh." Tang Huan cursed secretly, big liar.

After a while, Yan Fei changed back into a human form, with the soul-absorbing bell hanging loosely around her neck, the bell rang and the red thread was gorgeous.

The man was lazily leaning against the bed, with an indescribably flirtatious look on his face: "After half a year, Baixiao Pavilion will hold a ten-year rookie conference. Anyone above foundation establishment can participate. Do you want to participate?"

Tang Huan didn't even raise his head: "What am I going to do there, when the powers of the Three Realms will gather, what if I'm discovered?"

"The reward for No. 1 is to enter the spiritual realm to practice for a month. The breath of the sword spirit once appeared in the spiritual realm of Baixiao Pavilion."

Tang Huan flicked the pages of the book, and suddenly looked at Yan Fei: "Do you want me to participate?"

Yan Fei gave him a bewitching smile, and repeated: "Idle is idle."

In the original book, Yan Fei met Yu Chuyang at the rookie conference half a year later, and Yu Chuyang defeated the four great families and talented rookies of various sects, and finally won the opportunity to enter the spiritual realm to practice.

Tang Huan always thought that Yan Fei knew Yu Chuyang because of Yu Chuyang's intentional approach, but now he understood that after a long time, Yan Fei knew that there was a sword spirit in the secret realm of spiritual energy, and he had no good intentions for the protagonist from the beginning!

In the book, Yu Chuyang obtained the sword spirit in the secret realm of aura by virtue of the protagonist's aura, but at the age of 16, he didn't even know what it was. Yan Fei.

How could Yu Chuyang be on guard against his sweetheart, so he told Yan Fei about the sword spirit in a few words. At that time, Yan Fei probably realized that Yu Chuyang was the son of the falling sword waiting for destiny, and then created the protagonist's first sadomasochistic scumbag .

Tang Huan, who always felt that the plot had nothing to do with him, suddenly noticed a very serious problem.

The protagonist and Yan Fei met half a year earlier, and the gears of fate have changed. If he wins the Rookie Conference half a year later, will the protagonist be reborn regardless of whether he gets the sword spirit in the secret realm?

While Tang Huan was thinking hard, suddenly there was a cry from outside the house, and several jade talismans were thrown into Diancang Mountain, followed by a disciple from an unknown mountain shouting with internal force.

"The new Fengyun Monthly Report is out!"