Everybody wants to be my leg pendant

Early the next morning, Hong Wenming ran to knock on Shen Qingyan's door in a panic.

While knocking, he shouted: "It's not good, it's not good, Senior Brother Shen! Ling Song seems to take what you said seriously!"

As soon as Shen Qingyan pushed open the door, Hong Wenming hurriedly stuffed a crumpled cabbage leaf in front of his eyes.

Standing firm and taking a closer look, the cabbage leaves were written with thick sauce.The words were written crookedly and blurred because of the seasoning sauce flowing around. Shen Qingyan sniffed it suspiciously and asked, "Is this the pepper sauce I just made last time?"

"...Pepper juice is not the point!"

Hong Wenming rattled the leaf: "The point is that Ling Song ran away from home!"

That's right, "Run away from home", that's the exact words written in pepper juice.Although the handwriting is blurred, these four characters can still be vaguely recognized on the cabbage leaves left by Ling Song.

Shen Qingyan looked at the handwriting and hesitated for a moment: "Run away from home is not the right word, isn't Ling Song's home the medicine garden of Master Bo in Yunfu Mountain?"

Hong Wenming: "...Is now the time to pay attention to this?!"

As he spoke, he suddenly showed a toothache-like expression.

"Wait, Master Bo's vegetable garden?!"

"Senior Brother Shen, why did you suddenly bring this up? It seems like things will get worse..."

Hong Wenming grabbed the cabbage leaf and pulled his hair in great pain:

"What if that real Bo comes to look for Ling Si on a whim? Where can we get him a super Ling Song the size of a person...Although he didn't hand the Ling Si into our hands, but in that way How could the big boss care about the reasons and evidence, if Bo Zhenzhen is angry, blood must be splashed for thousands of miles! At that time, we will be the first to get rid of the responsibility..."

"What should we do! Senior Brother Shen, that real Bo also said that he wanted to take you as an apprentice! After this incident, even if we can escape, Senior Brother Shen, your future will be..."

The more Hong Wenming thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the expression on his face was almost desperate.

"Shouldn't it be?"

Shen Qingyan frowned and dispersed his consciousness: "I think Ling Song may not have left the courtyard at all..."

"Since the lord of Guangping City came to steal vegetables several times, I have fully upgraded the defense system for the shop. Not to mention such a big Lingsong tree, even if a talisman bird the size of a palm enters or exits, my layout will definitely be fine. React."

While Shen Qingyan was talking, his scanning eyes suddenly stopped in a corner of the courtyard.

His frown deepened, and he patted Hong Wenming's shoulder lightly. Shen Qingyan said to him via voice transmission, "Look."

As he spoke, he pointed in a certain direction with the tip of his chin to signal.

So Hong Wenming turned his head following Shen Qingyan's guidance.

At the first glance, Hong Wenming couldn't find any clues. After looking carefully for a while, he finally gradually realized that among the large number of sauce and vegetable jars stacked on one side of the small courtyard, there seemed to be a jar as tall as The width is very weird...

"...I want to know what he thinks?"

Hong Wenming was full of disbelief, and subconsciously asked Shen Qingyan via voice transmission: "Didn't he run away because he was afraid that he would be turned into a pickle? Under such circumstances, why did he hide next to the pickle jar..."

Shen Qingyan thought for a while, and tentatively asked Hong Wenming:

"Did you say anything to him?"

"What?"

"It's like, the most dangerous place is the safest..."

Hong Wenming: ...

"No way! Just because of this?!"

he asked in disbelief.

"Otherwise? What else do you think is the reason?"

Hong Wenming found it difficult to refute Shen Qingyan's answer.

After a long while, Hong Wenming replied hesitantly: "I think...maybe it's because...he is relatively simple?"

The two looked at the "sauce jar" that painted themselves all black, showing very complicated expressions at the same time.

"... Anyway, that's the situation."

Shen Qingyan said helplessly, and said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "You don't want to make any more words like 'Ling Song was eaten by the anchor', Ling Song is still alive and well..."

"It's just that I may live a bit of a cane\(￢_￢)"

Some viewers directly intercepted Shen Qingyan's words.

The system timely switched the live broadcast room to dual cameras. One camera was aimed at Shen Qingyan who was making noodles in the kitchen, and the other camera was directly outside the house, giving a close-up of the "sauce jar" that stood out regardless of its size or height. ...

Immediately, 23333333 appeared in the live broadcast room.

Feng Yuexi: "To be reasonable, what is this cabbage thinking? Why would he disguise himself as a vat..."

Baiyi Dejiang: "Why is it not the key to pretending to be a vat, the key is why does he think we will believe it?!"

Close your eyes and listen to the wind: "I used to like to eat the cabbage made by the anchor, but now I suddenly don't want to eat it. I always feel that eating it will affect IQ [bye bye] [bye bye]"

San Su Su Bu Su: "We should be fine if we eat it! After all, we just tasted it, and the only ones who really ate cabbage—"

"Wait, shit, I suddenly remembered that the one who can eat cabbage now is the public vest we use!"

As the bullet screen was sent out, everyone in the live broadcast room looked at the high-ranking "public vest" and fell into a stunned silence for a while. In the end, it was the original applicant for the account of the public vest who stood up.

The Triceratops Red Dragon smiled slightly and said: "You guys wait, I will relieve everyone of this worry now."

Then he skillfully boarded the public vest, and without hesitation issued the following sentence:

"Anchor, take a good look, where are your coordinates? I want to touch your chest (～￣▽￣)～"

Shen Qingyan: ...

Following a burst of "beep beep beeps", the public vest account was given a warning: "Your behavior has constituted harassment to others, please pay attention to your words and deeds, and please do not disrupt the order of the live broadcast room!"

However, as this bullet screen was issued, the audience in the live broadcast room seemed to be opened to a new world. The account of "Public Vest" was logged in again and again. It was all sent out in an instant:

"Anchor, come here, I want to lick your face!!!"

"Anchor, your hands are so dexterous, how can you make so many delicacies... Can I touch it secretly, I promise I will only touch it (*/ω＼*)"

"Your scale upstairs is not big enough! You must remember to learn from me! Don't leave, anchor, I want to [beep——] [beep——] with you"

Daofa Hengchang was shocked when he saw this barrage: "What the hell? There is still an operation like muting?? Why do I always just get verbalized!"

Triceratops Red Dragon: "Because although you like to scold mothers, you have never touched that kind of...ahem...that kind of line..."

Daofa Hengchang: "...What line? What kind of line?? Why do you know so much!!! What's wrong with the young people nowadays!!"

Amidst the heartbroken questioning of Daofa Hengchang, the account "Public Vest" was quickly warned several times in a row. With the appearance of the last straw that overwhelmed the camel's camel, the goal of the triceratops was finally achieved.

"Your behavior has constituted serious harassment to others. Your account will be banned for three days and all platform permissions will be temporarily deprived. Please change your mind, pay attention to your words and deeds, and start a new life from now on!"

After a long warning, the ID of "Public Vest" disappeared out of nowhere from Shen Qingyan's live broadcast room, and the local tyrant's name once again topped the reward list...

Shen Qingyan watched this wave of operations with a complicated expression. In the barrage pool of the live broadcast room, someone asked such a sentence that he had always wanted to ask but was not ashamed to ask.

"...It's reasonable, if you don't want to eat Lingsong, don't you just log in to the public vest? Why did you block this account directly... The anchor doesn't do Lingsong every day...In order to avoid this kind of thing, the public is banned Account... Seeing such an operation, I can't help but want to ask, are you sick?"

The audience in the live broadcast room: ...

"Yes, yes, why don't you guys do this kind of operation! It's really a pattern! I'm beginning to wonder if you guys just want to take this opportunity to tease the host..."

Soon, a barrage like this appeared above the live broadcast room. Everyone took a closer look and found that the person who sent the barrage was actually the three-cornered red dragon! ! !

"Wucao, didn't you bring up this matter in the first place?? Why can you pretend like nothing happened in a blink of an eye!!"

The other viewers were shocked when they found out that he was so shameless!

"What did you bring up? What did you bring up? I don't know about this kind of thing! Just now my sister was using my account—"

Before the shameless words of the Triceratops Red Dragon could be fully uttered, Shen Qingyan's live broadcast room was overwhelmed by the angry barrage of other viewers...

Seeing that the Triceratops Red Dragon was thrown out three thousand miles in an instant, Shen Qingyan sighed helplessly, stopped watching the situation in the live broadcast room, lowered his head and continued to face himself.

The noodles are only mixed with clear spring water, and the newly harvested wheat is ground into fine white flour, which slowly emits a light wheat fragrance under the action of kneading the noodles.Shen Qingyan left the reconciled noodles aside to ferment, and the sunlight poured into the house through the kitchen window. The delicate and shiny dough looked almost golden yellow, reminiscent of the undulating wheat waves shining with golden light under the sunlight.

The crispy sweet sugarcane squeezes out the best brown sugar, and the whole piece is condensed in one place, and you can smell the cloying sweetness when you cut a piece.

Put the sliced ​​brown sugar into a bowl, grind it finely into powder, and mix it with flour in a small bowl to make a sweet brown sugar filling.Shen Qingyan fried and ground the sesame seeds, added a little bit of crushed peanuts, and sprinkled them into the brown sugar filling. Just by smelling the aroma from the tip of his nose, he could imagine the sweetness of the entrance.

When the dough is fermented, pour a little golden oil into the dough, knead it well and divide it into small doughs.The small dough pieces were chubby and cute, and they were neatly arranged in one place, glowing with a delicate and moist light. When Shen Qingyan took a piece of dough and flattened it forcefully, there was even a low cry of regret in the live broadcast room——

"The dough just now is so cute..."

"The anchor feels so painful _(:з"∠)_"

Shen Qingyan looked up and found that the siege of the Triangle Red Dragon had been forgotten by everyone. He raised his eyebrows unsurprisingly, and continued to press the dough mercilessly:

"It's just a few pieces of dough, I'll make something cuter for you next time."

While talking, Shen Qingyan used a rolling pin to roll the pressed dough into a slightly thicker dough in the middle, scooped a large spoonful of brown sugar stuffing and put it in the center of the dough, pinched it with his fingertips a few times, and the dough became a sealed dough. Mouth bread.Roll the rolling pin a little more, and the dough will regain the delicate and smooth dough.

Soon, a large bowl of brown sugar stuffing was put into the pancakes, Shen Qingyan brushed a thin layer of oil on the pan, lit a small fire and slowly baked it.

Amid the aroma that filled the room, the white dough was gradually baked until golden, and the center of the dough, which was deliberately lowered when making the cake, swelled a little. After Shen Qingyan sprinkled a little spirit spring water in the pot, it was ready Cover the pot directly, and turn it over after a while, and it will be golden on both sides soon.

Shen Qingyan picked out the baked pot helmets and put them on the plate, picked one of them casually, and the melted brown sugar slowly flowed out from the opening, emitting a trace of heat and sweet fragrance.

"Be careful of the heat."

After casually saying something, Shen Qingyan broke one of the pot helmets, put it on a plate by itself, went outside and put it on a pickle jar.

"Senior Brother Shen, what are you doing?"

When Hong Wenming came in from the small shop, he saw the pot helmet on the pickle vat at a glance. Shen Qingyan clicked his tongue and said, "I originally left this pot helmet for Ling Song."

"Ling Song?"

Hong Wenming glanced at the obviously taller "tank" next to him, and said tactfully, "But Ling Song has left home now..."

"So I can only put it here to feed the birds."

Shen Qingyan said bluntly.

Hong Wenming: ...

Looking at Ling Song who was trembling slightly, Hong Wenming couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.

"There will be no future in fighting Senior Brother Shen."

After Shen Qingyan turned around and entered the shop, Hong Wenming seemed to be talking to himself: "Trust me, I have experience in this matter."

Then he glanced at the pot helmet exuding a sweet scent, sighed heavily, and then turned around and entered the shop.

After the kitchen door was closed again, the extraordinarily tall "tank" finally turned around. Ling Song looked at the very attractive Guokui who was just a short distance away from him, and fell into a difficult decision.

And Hong Wenming in the kitchen took a bite of the crunchy pie crust openly, savored the sweet taste of the brown sugar filling, and looked at the remaining pot helmets, his eyes sparkled.

"By the way, Senior Brother Shen."

After eating three pot helmets in succession, Hong Wenming finally came to his senses, pulled away from the delicious pot helmet, and said to Shen Qingyan cautiously: "I heard that Xu Yang won two matches in the next group arena. , has successfully entered the semi-finals, and will soon have a public competition before various sects..."

Generally speaking, after this step, the possibility of being admitted by the sect of the Xianyuan Conference is very high.

Shen Qingyan was frying a noodle cake in a pan, and frowned slightly when he heard this: "This is nothing unusual. After all, he has foundation building skills, as long as he doesn't meet someone of the same level People can be crushed by strength."

"But the problem is that he has met someone who has built a foundation!"

After Hong Wenming said this, Shen Qingyan raised his eyebrows high: "He met another Foundation Establishment? How could Xu Yang beat him?"

"... That Foundation Establishment is a casual cultivator, and he seems to be older, so he probably signed up for it by chance... But that's not the point."

Glancing quietly at Shen Qingyan's face, Hong Wenming said in a low voice: "The point is that when Xu Yang met the Foundation Establishment cultivator, he directly blasted him with his self-destruct magic weapon..."

"Among the magic weapons he blew himself up, I saw a few that looked very familiar to me. They seemed to be... It seemed that they were confiscated from the Shen family's treasury in the past... At that time, there was some discussion in the ring, saying that some of the magic weapons were your parents and relatives. used to..."

Before Hong Wenming could finish speaking, the air in the room suddenly fell silent.

The heat steaming on the pot helmet seemed to freeze, and the flames flying over the stove were suffocated, but weakened a lot in the absence of wind, and the sweet smell of brown sugar was still warming Hong Wenming's stomach. Suddenly felt a bone-piercing cold—no, it was not ice cold, but a sharp killing intent as cold as ice—

"Senior Brother Shen!"

Hong Wenming shuddered violently.

Shen Qingyan closed her eyes, restrained the aura exuding from her whole body.After thinking about it for a moment, his eyebrows relaxed suddenly, and he asked Hong Wenming softly, "Xu Yang has entered the first test of the Xianyuan Conference?"

"Yes." Hong Wenming replied in a low voice.

Shen Qingyan nodded: "That's good."

"...What's so good about this? Brother Shen, what are you going to do..."

Hong Wenming was a little panicked. He looked at Shen Qingyan, but saw that his always gentle Senior Brother Shen had no smile on his face, and every inch of his brows was as cold as ice. Take a hard plunge:

"kill."

After finishing speaking, Shen Qingyan stood up and walked straight to the long South 23rd Lane outside the door.

Hong Wenming glanced at his back in astonishment, and then at the iron pot on the stove:

The pair of long bamboo chopsticks were inserted upright in the center of the iron pot, and with one stroke, the pot helmet in the pot was inserted deeply, then through the heavy iron pot, and through the hard stove, and the stove was extinguished. The boiling flames on the stage... After staring at the pair of crispy and soft bamboo chopsticks for a long time, Hong Wenming suddenly came to his senses, and hurried outside and shouted:

"Senior Brother Shen! Today is the real opening day of the Fairy Fate Conference! Don't mess around at this time—Senior Brother Shen!"

Shen Qingyan just turned a deaf ear to it.

He walked all the way to the outside of the city along South 23rd Lane, with countless sword lights falling like rain behind him.

——Flying is not allowed in Guangping City according to the convention. Even when the Xianyuan Conference was opened, this convention was still not broken.

But this does not mean that the disciple sects and monks who have come to Guangping City from all over the world will be forced to enter the arena on foot-in fact, the lord of Quang Binh City adopted a method that almost no one thought of. Way.

He put the place where the Fairy Fate Conference will be held in the sky.

There are four arch bridges rising from the four gates of Guangping City. The other end of the arch bridge extends directly above the clouds, and flocks of blue and jade-white talisman birds dance around the four arch bridges.

The tall arch bridge seems to be paved with spiritual power, and I don't know how the city lord of Guangping City did it, but the rich spiritual energy is like fog.When the spiritual mist covering the bridge deck flows down from the high arch bridge, it looks like the sea of ​​clouds above the nine heavens falls on the bridge deck and flows slowly.

Whenever a monk stepped onto the arch bridge, one or more talisman birds would emerge from the flock of flying birds, picking up a spiritual flower or a spiritual grass from the tumbling spiritual mist.Stretch out your hand and throw the spirit grass into the mist, and the spirit grass will turn into a small emerald boat in the blink of an eye, carrying you all the way across the bridge until the end of the sea of ​​fog.

At the end of this sea of ​​roiling fog, in the center of the four arch bridges, there are 33 square arenas suspended.

"The 33 arenas represent the 33 heavens."

In the clouds below the arena, an older monk was introducing to his companions: "Every arena will have a master, and some of the masters are casual cultivators selected from this conference, and some are from those sects. Generally speaking, the first 22 heavens are the opponents in the conference, and the last eleven heavens are the arrogance in the cultivation sect."

"If you want to be included in the ordinary sect, you only need to fight any three rings in the first 22 heavens. If you want to have the immortal fate that can enter the five immortal sects, you need to win ten times in the 33 heavens. As for the casual cultivators who are guarding the ring, if they can win more than seven games in a row, they are also qualified to enter the five great immortal sects."

"When you defeat the casual cultivator who is guarding the ring, you can choose to defend the ring instead of the opponent, or you can continue to challenge the next ring."

"Did the arena be drawn randomly or chosen by oneself?" one of his companions asked curiously. The companion was a young female cultivator. The monk who spoke glanced at her and replied, "Of course I chose it myself."

"... Isn't it possible to be opportunistic in this way?"

The female cultivator pointed to those square arenas: "As long as you think about it for a while, you will know that the last eleven days are definitely much more difficult to fight than the top 22 days. After ten times, you will not be able to get the qualification to enter the five great fairy gates..."

"Yes, it is indeed possible to obtain it, but you don't think that the qualification for entry is the same as entry?"

The monk said to her generously: "Actually, in every fairy fate conference, there are only a few casual cultivators who are qualified to challenge the last eleventh heaven, and those who can really enter the five great fairy gates are often That’s just a few…”

"The entry qualifications of the five great immortal sects are precious, but if they are obtained only by challenging the top 22 heavens, it is basically just a layer of gold for one's qualifications. When entering other sects, you have some confidence and are more likely to be rejected." The chances of accepting disciples... But do you really want to enter the Five Great Immortal Gates?"

The monk said, shaking his head: "If you haven't fought in the arena of the last eleventh heaven, I'm afraid you can't even see the threshold of the five immortal gates!"

"Do you think that after entering the Fairy Fate Conference, there is a smooth road waiting for you? What you are trying your best to fight for is just a stepping stone! It is difficult for us casual practitioners to enter the fairy gate!"

He sighed heavily, and continued to walk forward with his companions, hoping to find a better position in the auditorium suspended around the arena.

Before taking two steps, he suddenly heard a noise coming from not far away. He stopped and looked, but it turned out that a young monk was arguing with the city guard sent by Quang Binh City to patrol. Unwilling to let go, shouted:

"Why can't I sign up now! I came here from three thousand miles away, why are you telling me that I can't sign up!"

"If you can't sign up, you can't sign up!"

No matter how much the monk yelled, the city guard who was caught by him did not waver in the slightest, and said in a very firm tone:

"It's hard work for you to come from three thousand miles away, but many people are thousands of miles away from Guangping City? If you don't catch up, you haven't caught up. If you are just a step late, maybe I can accommodate, but now the retest has started, even if Let you sign up, who do you go to play three games?!"

"I, I... can't I go and beat them!"

The monk pointed to the 33 arenas, his eyes were slightly flushed, the city guard took a look at the arenas and said, "Yes."

Before the monk could cheer up, the city guard in front of him immediately said:

"The Fairy Fate Conference has always had such a rule! If you really want to get the Xian Fate, but you are one step too late at the Xian Fate Conference and fail to participate in the preliminary round, if you want to win the first-line Xian Fight all the way up from the sky! After finishing the 33rd heaven, you will have to fight three more times, and each fairy sect will break the rules and include you in the list of apprentices..."

"...How could such a thing be done?!"

The smile on the cultivator's face froze completely before it could bloom.

He looked at the city guard in disbelief, his eyes full of suspicion: "You made this request on purpose to make me retreat in spite of the difficulties?"

"Whether I mentioned this rule on purpose, you can go to others to verify it."

The city guard glanced at the other side with pity, then broke away from the monk's hand, turned around and left.

The cultivator stood there alone in a daze, with a completely dazed expression on his face. The male cultivator with his companion couldn't help but sighed when he saw this. He took two steps forward and whispered to the late cultivator: "This Fellow Daoist, please allow me to say a word..."

"Didn't Daoist realize it? Ordinary monks like us, the Immortal sect doesn't look down on them at all, making a rule that is impossible for anyone to follow, it's just giving us an illusory comfort... …The Xianyuan Conference has been held countless times, and this rule has indeed always existed, but who can really do it?"

The monk listened, his lips trembled slightly, and he lowered his head with red eyes: "Such a rule is totally unreasonable! Those who don't want to be late in the fairy sect can just say it when they get started, and give a request that can't be met at all. What is it for again!"

"It's just a mirror image..."

As the male cultivator spoke, he sighed softly: "As casual cultivators, our lives are like ants. If we want to win a chance to jump over the Dragon Gate, we have to do our best."

"Since you want to win this fairy fate, why didn't you come earlier?"

The monk gritted his teeth and was about to say something when he suddenly heard an exclamation from a distance. The two looked up in the direction and saw that above the first layer of the 33 arenas, there was There was an extra figure with fluttering clothes!

"what happened?"

Nanxiu was very surprised and said: "Isn't it time for the competition to start? Why did someone suddenly come to the ring..."

At this moment, a young monk with a half-shaved head suddenly ran over, stood in front of them and shouted out of breath:

"Everyone, come and watch the excitement!"

"A belated monk just entered the stage... He said, he said that he must follow the rules and fight all the way for 33 days!"

"what?!"

"There is such a thing!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd who were lazily looking for seats, and then the originally sloppy flow of people quickly gathered towards the ring on the first floor.Before the two people who were talking had time to look at each other, the male cultivator was pulled up by his companion and hurried towards the direction of the first heaven.

He turned his head and saw another monk hurrying along with the crowd.

"I don't know who dares to challenge this rule... Maybe he is an expert in refining Qi and forming alchemy if he dares to hit the 33rd heaven at once?"

His fellow female cultivator said in a low voice, and the male cultivator raised his head to identify it carefully, and said in surprise: "That person seems to be just a foundation-building second-level heaven!"

"Second Heaven of Foundation Establishment?!"

A group of people around heard the words and took a closer look, and sure enough, they saw that the figure only had the cultivation base of the second level of foundation building, and there was a disappointed sigh in the crowd.

"Damn it, it's just a Foundation Establishment Second Heaven..."

"If he came yesterday, it is very likely that he will directly break into the semi-finals, but what about this moment?"

"Get through the 33rd level, the second level of foundation building monks, this is impossible..."

Although he said unfavorable words, the crowded crowd didn't leave much: anyway, there is nothing else to watch now, watching a self-important frog in the bottom of the well being hit in the face by the speed of light, isn't it a good entertainment?

"I don't know how long he can last."

The people in the audience whispered: "After all, it is a foundation-building second heaven, so you can probably beat three or five arenas, right?"

Just as they were discussing, a group of city guards who had received the news flew across the crowd with their sword lights on their feet. The figure on the ring probably heard the wind from them breaking through the sky, and turned to look in the direction of the crowd— —

"Mr. Shen!"

A shopkeeper in South Lane 23 couldn't help exclaiming: "Mr. Shen, why did you come to the ring?! There is no need for you to come here..."

"what happened?"

"Who is Mr. Shen?"

There was a buzz of discussion in the crowd, and someone who knew it explained to everyone:

"Mr. Shen is the owner of a restaurant in Lane 23, South of Guangping City. He cooks delicious dishes. Don't you smell a tempting fragrance from time to time in Nancheng? That fragrance comes from Mr. Shen's restaurant. from……"

It's okay if you don't explain it. After he explained it like this, the discussion among the crowd became more intense, and some practitioners who had never entered Nancheng asked one after another:

"...Mr. Shen runs a restaurant? What is a restaurant?"

"I've seen it in the mortal world before, it's just cooking and selling food for people to eat... just to fill the stomachs of mortals. Tsk, I really didn't expect that there would be monks opening such a shop in the city of self-cultivation... ..."

"Did you know the dining room? It's the kind of dining room that cooks and eats for the lowest-level disciples in the sect. It's only used by monks who can't fast!"

"Hey, it turns out that he is just a cook who cooks for people to eat. Why is the cook here to fight? Listen to my brother and go down quickly. If you go down early, you might save your life!"

The words of these people became more and more eccentric, and the shopkeepers in Guangping City who knew Shen Qingyan were a little unhappy.

One of them reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! It's true that Mr. Shen opened a restaurant, but what's wrong with opening a restaurant? You didn't open a restaurant, and I didn't see you cultivated to the second level of foundation building. ?!"

"Guangping City is so close to Chuhua Kingdom, I don't believe that all of you are ignorant and have never heard of the Canghua Sect's Shen Qingyan!"

After the first sentence was uttered, there were still many people who expressed disdain, and when the words "Shen Qingyan" came out, some people gradually widened their eyes, gasped and said:

"Shen Qingyan? Could it be that Shen Qingyan?"

"At the age of only 16, he built the foundation twice. In Guangping City, he ruined the luck of the Canghua faction; Yunfu Mountain and Guangping City almost fought to snatch him..."

"Who else in Guangping City dares to pretend to be Mr. Shen?"

A resident of Guangping City who had been to South 23rd Lane sneered at the words: "There is only one Shen Qingyan in this world. We are not talking about him, who else can there be?!"

The doubts in the audience slowly disappeared, and turned into occasional amazement.

But not long after, someone raised such a question.

"Wait, if that person in the arena is really Shen Qingyan, then there's no need for him to step into the arena, right?"

"I remember some time ago Yunfu Mountain let out rumors, saying that the famous Bo Daoist wanted to take in apprentices... The one he wanted to take in was Shen Qingyan! There is already such a good place, Shen Qingyan Why do you still have to beat the 33rd Heaven?"

Hearing this, the people next to him couldn't help interjecting: "And I heard that the lord of Guangping City is also interested in Shen Qingyan! Although I don't know whether his intention is to accept him as an apprentice or to marry him, But no matter what, the city lord of Guangping City is very optimistic about him, there is no doubt about it!"

"Whether it is Yunfu Mountain or Guangping City, it can be said that they are the top forces in the cultivation world, and neither of them is weaker than the old Canghua Sect!"

"The 'fate of immortality' in this conference that we have worked so hard to snatch is the favor of the five great immortal sects..."

"If only the Guangping City family is interested, then there is nothing wrong with Shen Qingyan coming to the Fairy Fate Conference, but that doesn't seem to be the case?"

"Yunfushan is willing to accept him as an apprentice! And it's not just any random person. The one who wants to be his master is that real Bo... That's real Bo! Bo, who can wipe out the demon atmosphere of the world with one sword. Real people!"

"Renren Bo has never accepted an apprentice! But he suddenly made an exception for him..."

"What else is he dissatisfied with? What else does he want to pursue? Although everyone doesn't mention it very much, in fact, no one knows that among the five immortal sects, Yunfu is the number one!"

"If I were Shen Qingyan, I would have kowtowed to Master Bo in Yunfu Mountain early to get started, and I would come to the Fairy Fate Conference to do something stupid..."

The discussion in the audience was disturbing, there was a lot of confusion, and a lot of incomprehension.Countless gazes were cast on Shen Qingyan from all directions, some of them were friendly, with more or less worries and doubts, but more gazes were like swords and knives, wishing to use their eyes to stab Shen Qingyan three times and six times, crackling Poked the ground into a lotus pod.

"This kind of person is the pride of the heavens! He obviously has a way to reach the sky, but he wants to come to the Xianyuan Conference to grab our spot!"

Some people said that, completely forgetting that Shen Qingyan came here following the "rules" and had to go all the way for 33 days!

The spectators chattered a lot, and the gazes they cast were even more diverse. If it was someone with a weaker psychological endurance, the whole body would probably become stiff after being stared at by so many people, and they wouldn't even know where to go with their hands and feet. Where to put it.

Shen Qingyan, who was used to live broadcasting, was calm and composed. Seeing the city guard leader Ning Meng coming with a group of people through the air, he only asked the other party for confirmation:

"When I finish these 33 arenas, I can choose one from the retesters at random, and make up for the preliminary round a few days ago, right?"

"It can be..."

Ning Meng, who was always too lazy to take care of himself, was dressed neatly this time, even his armor was shiny.He absent-mindedly said a few words about the rules of the competition, then stopped talking, and couldn't help but whisper to Shen Qingyan:

"Mr. Shen, what are you trying to do? Listen to me, you have a bright future. There is no need to ruin your future for a villain at such a time... You can go to Yunfu Mountain already. That's Yunfu Mountain! That's Master Bo!"

Shen Qingyan glanced at him when he heard the words, and said with a mocking smile: "Are you actually persuading me to go to Yunfu Mountain? You are still the leader of the city guards in Guangping City. If your city lord hears this sentence, you, the leader, will probably have to do it." It's over!"

"I mean nothing else..."

Ning Meng was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, if he hadn't been under the watchful eyes of everyone, he would almost have turned around in front of Shen Qingyan:

"You are not participating in the Xianyuan Conference