Dressed as a male protagonist

Or, he went to Jin Yan to find out?

Said it was snooping, but actually Wei Ling was a little timid.Jin Yan is really moody, if the other party sees the flaws in him, he will probably feel better at that time, so this thought just turned around in his mind and passed.

Wei Ling asked Nan Jinrong to send Lu Wuchen to his room, but Nan Jinrong sent him to another guest room in a daze, and went in one after the other with Shen Rang, shutting him out.

Wei Ling rubbed his nose and stood helplessly at the door for a while.

He wasn't worried that these two people would be detrimental to Lu Wuchen at this time, but he just didn't understand why these two people deliberately didn't let him have contact with Lu Wuchen?

——He is not a fool, he can still see such obvious thoughts.

After standing for a while, Wei Ling thought to himself, anyway, Nan Jinrong and Shen Rang won't harm him, and it's what he always wanted not to have contact with the protagonist, so let them go.

Early the next morning, Wei Ling got up and went to Lu Wuchen's room to check on him. Seeing that the protagonist's injury was indeed not serious, he left without saying anything.

Today is the fifth day of the martial art competition, and there are only 23 people who have advanced.There is one competition in the morning and one competition in the afternoon every day, and the competition is completed in three days.Now that Wei Ling has already left the customs, he naturally wants to go to the competition site with Nan Jin Rongchen.

After the three of them washed up, they went to the main hall of Tongxian Peak together.Lu Wuchen went out and said, "Uncle Master, the disciple's injury has healed, can we go to the competition field with Master?"

Wei Ling glanced at him and said, "Take a good rest and don't run around." At this moment, Patriarch Tiansha, Penglai Island Master, and Yingzhou Island Master are all on Tongxian Peak, and if the protagonist appears like this, it is likely that something serious will happen.

Wei Ling thought for a while, walked up to Lu Wuchen and nodded the protagonist's neck and said, "Cover it, don't run around if you have nothing to do."

After Wei Ling finished speaking, he immediately turned around and left with Nan Jinrong and the others.

The protagonist's face is extremely ugly.

Let's talk about this side, Nan Jinrong took Wei Ling and Shen Rang without flying with a sword, and walked away directly.The three of them walked for less than half an hour, and the green woods on the back mountain gradually moved away from them, and the eyes were gradually filled with patches of sunlight and auspicious clouds.

At this time, the hour of Mao had just passed, and the hour of Chen had arrived, and many disciples who had never bigu got up one after another to practice or eat.On the way, when he met some disciples who were fighting each other or bringing food, Shen Rang would smile and nod to them one by one.

On the other hand, Nan Jinrong and Wei Ling were both expressionless.

But Nan Jinrong was naturally expressionless, while Wei Ling was faking it.Therefore, among the three, he worked the hardest—the aroma of eating was really tormenting.

When the three arrived at the main hall of Tongxian Peak, the morning glow was like red ink hanging upside down, dyeing the sky a warm red.The auspicious clouds and cranes in the sky, the white clouds fluttering, and the wonderful sound are misty. They are really treasures of immortals. Every time you see them, you will have a different sensory experience.

The three of them came to the Hall of Shou Que, and several people were already seated inside.Nan Jinrong led Wei Ling in and introduced them one by one. Everyone praised Wei Ling again.

Master Huijue of Ci'en Temple is an old man with white beard and hair. His whole body is restrained, his eyes are slightly closed, and the voice of Buddha is faint in his mouth. He sits on his seat like a Buddha statue. , he raised his eyelids, looked at Wei Ling for a while and said, "Wei Fengzhu, long time no see."

Wei Ling said: "It's been a long time. In the last martial arts competition, the junior was just a kid who just started, so he could only look up at the figure of the master from a distance."

Huijue shook his head slowly, speaking with the wisdom and prudence of a Buddhist family: "That time was not that time, and this time is not this time. Although the old monk and Wei Fengzhu have only two sides, but also know that Wei Fengzhu is the heart Good people, in the future, you need to control the people around you more."

Wei Ling frowned slightly, disapproving of Huijue's words: "Is the person the master mentioned and the person I thought of the same person?"

Huijue said: "What Feng Master Wei thinks is what this old monk thinks."

Wei Ling said, "What if this junior doesn't think about anything?"

Huijue said: "That is the blessing of the world, and also the blessing of my Chinese family."

These words sounded a bit harsh, did he think too much about the battle of Dare to Feel Immortals and Gods?

Wei Ling said calmly: "The younger generation heard that the masters of Ci'en Temple have a unique skill that can see through the cycle of life and death of others. Listening to what the master said today, it seems that the words are true. It's just that I am not me, and we are People who cultivate immortals go against the heavens when they enter the Tao, if they still have to bind their hands and feet, without thinking or form, what's the point?"

Huijue said, "How do you know that you are not you?"

Wei Ling was dumbfounded.

Huijue said: "Three thousand big worlds and three thousand small worlds, Master Wei Feng must understand that there are causes and effects. That person came out because of you, so naturally you have to control it. This is what the old monk said."

After Huijue finished speaking, he recited a sentence of the Buddha's name, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes again and stopped talking.

Wei Ling was unhappy, but he didn't show it. He just bowed respectfully to Master Huijue who was sitting upright, and said, "The younger generation is taught."

The reason why Venerable Huijue is Venerable is that his cultivation base has already been above the Mahayana, and he is the Taishan Beidou in the world of cultivating immortals.So it was only right for him to accept this gift.Wei Ling would not offend a Mahayana cultivator just because of these few words.

After saluting, Nan Jinrong introduced the island masters or elders of the remaining factions one by one.

The owner of Jieying Island in Penglai, the owner of Duxuanhui in Yingzhou Island, the lord of Tianbo City Zhonglifeng and his daughter Zhonglili, the demon queen Huannishang of the Silent Forest, and the Tiansharensha of Yinshamen , Lixun Fairy from Ruthless Valley and others.

Among these people, Wei Ling knew some, and some didn't.After all, he is a new generation of peak masters who have risen within a hundred years, and it is normal not to know a few seniors in the world of cultivating immortals.

After the introduction, there was a moment of silence.Only Jieying and Du Xuanhui from Penglai Xiandao sat in two adjacent positions, whispering quietly.

One of these two is a venerable in the Mahayana period, and the other is a senior in the late stage of leaving the body.Even if they whispered to each other, others could only see their lips moving, but they couldn't hear a sound.

Wei Ling was a little irritable.

The owner of Penglai Xiandao, Jieying Island, is about 20 years old, and he is dressed in elegant clothes.A paper fan was shaking gently in his hand, with a smile on his face, while talking, he was looking at Wei Ling seemingly unintentionally.

They are also looking at each other, and other people's gazes are generally gentle and harmless, and it can even be said to be appreciative.Only this person made Wei Ling very uncomfortable.

And the reason for this discomfort is really bloody.

Jieying is the Lord of Penglai, a generation of venerables.Breaking out of the body and reaching the Mahayana realm at the age of four hundred years is a unique genius in the world of immortality.

Even Jin Yan who was thousands of years ago, or Rongzhi Daozun and others today, compared with him, their advancement speed, aptitude, etc. are still far behind him.

It's just that such a stunningly talented character has a broken sleeve! ! !

Yes, it is a broken sleeve!It was Wei Ling who spent a lot of brain cells and wrote 10,000+ words in detail! ! !

What the hell!A mistake would cause eternal hatred, why did he listen to Lin Xue's words and add such a cheating character!

It's simply self-inflicted! ! !

Wei Ling pretended to be calm and looked away, looking at his nose, nose, and heart, with an expression as cold as ice.

I hope that the owner of Jieying Island will not be so unscrupulous and continue to look at him. He knows that he is good-looking, but he really doesn't have sex or fun! ! !

Nan Jinrong was very familiar with Wei Ling's small movements and subtle expressions, and he knew what he was thinking at a glance, so he didn't delay immediately, greeted everyone directly, got up and walked out of the hall together.

Standing at the entrance of the main hall and looking down, there are already a lot of disciples in the square below.There are even a row of tables, chairs and tea under the steps in front of the hall, and some low-level disciples are standing around to serve.

These are the seats prepared for the island masters and elders of each faction.

Wan Zongmen, as the host of this year's competition, naturally Nan Jinrong took the main seat.Wei Ling, Shen Rang, Fuyao, Silent Forest, and Ruthless Valley sat on the left side of Nan Jin Rong, and the island masters or elders of the sects such as Ci'en Temple, Penglai, Yingzhou, and Yinshamen sat on Nan Jin Rong's left side. Right.

Sitting down one after the other like this is rather spectacular.

Wei Ling raised his eyes to look at the disciples in the square, and looked away when he didn't see Fei Le.But at the moment when he looked back, Wei Ling was surprised to find that someone was looking at him, so he raised his eyes to meet him.

"..."

Wei Ling averted his eyes speechlessly, feeling very annoyed at Jieying who looked him over and over again.

At this time, it was more than half of the time, and the competition began.Wei Ling saw three finger-thick sandalwood burning in the big cauldron in the center of the square, and Qianhen, the eldest disciple of Xiaoyao Peak, explained that as long as the opponent was kicked out of the competition field before the sandalwood was lit, it would be equal to victory.So Wei Ling couldn't help but said to Fuyao who was at the side: "This incense has added a lot of kylin wood and agarwood vines, and when it burns out, it will be past noon—who came up with the idea?"

Fuyao picked up the tea bowl, half covered his mouth and smiled, and glanced at Tian Sha on the opposite side: "Who else? Of course it's our impartial and selfless senior brother."

Wei Ling: "..." Brother Sect Leader wouldn't be so boring!

Seeing that Wei Ling didn't believe it, Fuyao came over and said, "You don't believe it? Patriarch Tiansha beat up your good apprentice like that, and caused you to lose your vitality. Do you think the senior brother who is the head of the sect will forget about it? The shame of the disciples of the Yinsha sect There are many methods, but their foundation is unstable and their cultivation is insufficient, so they are only suitable for close combat and quick combat, not for long-term combat. Once the decent disciples find a suitable way to avoid poison and eliminate evil spirits, the disciples of the Yin Sha sect will lose every match."

Wei Ling was really surprised now.

Fuyao said: "Now the young disciples under my seat and the direct disciples of the Yinshamen are on stage, you can watch the show later."

Wei Ling didn't say a word, but just set his eyes on the competition stage.

At this time, on the competition stage, the disciple of Baicao Peak, who was dressed in white and green gauze, had already sacrificed his magic weapon.It was a medicine cauldron that was still spinning, and the inside of the cauldron was overflowing with dots of green light, which looked very beautiful.

On the other hand, the disciple of Yinshamen on the opposite side, with his evil spirit and the magic weapon with a skull inlaid on his head, is not so likable.

The journey of cultivating immortals is endless.Immortal artifacts and magic weapons are things that can be integrated with the cultivator.Therefore, the immortal cultivator and his own magic weapon will have some similarities. For example, the disciple of Baicao Peak, because his body is surrounded by the aura of vegetation, his demeanor and aura have the meaning of high-spirited and new life.As for the disciple of the Yin Shamen, his face was gloomy, and his body was full of violence.

This is why Wei Ling said that most of the demon cultivators are rebellious or surly people.

Throughout the ages, the practice of skills, celestial artifacts, magic weapons and other things have been connected with the practitioners.The higher the cultivation level, the greater the impact.Among the monks, there are not many who can avoid the influence of this.Even a character like Jin Yan became very surly after practicing the magic way, killing people and doing evil at every turn.

Thinking of this, Wei Ling couldn't help but take a few extra glances at Tian Sha.

Tiansha sensed his gaze and looked back, the cold light in his eyes was like ice picks, piercing Wei Ling's eyes with pain.

...does not know good people.Wei Ling cursed secretly in his heart, retracted his eyes and concentrated on watching the game.

On the competition stage, the aura of the disciples of Baicao Peak and the evil spirit of the disciples of Yinshamen have gradually begun to form a tug-of-war.There was a faint howling sound in the evil spirit of the Yinsha sect disciple, and there were some poisonous spirits stirring constantly in it, which made people feel frightened.

Seeing that the disciple of Yinshamen moved first, and the evil spirit gathered in his hands, he slapped the disciple of Baicao Peak, but the disciple of Baicao Peak was still standing there as motionless as a mountain, Wei Ling frowned and said, "Why don't you make a move?"

The cultivation base of this Yinsha sect disciple is not low, and he already has the cultivation base of the late stage of fusion.Although the disciple of Baicao Peak has formed alchemy, but Baicao Peak's skills are mainly defensive and auxiliary, and the attack power is not strong. If he does not attack with a higher spiritual power than the opponent at the beginning, when the spiritual power is exhausted and the attack is insufficient later, Wouldn't it be a disadvantage?

Fuyao smiled and said, "It's coming soon."

Wei Ling looked over suspiciously, and saw that within three feet of the Baicao Peak disciple, the surface of the table had fainted from light to thick grass green.Some of the spectator disciples who were closer to the grass-green colors backed up a few steps in unison, watching the grass-green colors continue to spread outward with horror on their faces.

It didn't stop until the green grass hit the barrier around the competition field.

The method in the hands of the disciple of the Yinshamen kept changing, and the evil spirit in his hand kept gathering, and he continued to slap the disciple of Baicao Peak with astonishing momentum, but the evil spirit seemed to be stuck to his hand, and he couldn't throw it out no matter what.

He tried to push it to the opposite side a few more times, but he still couldn't throw it out.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, this disciple's face was gloomy, he insisted on singing a one-man show alone, and tried to push out the evil spirit on stage, but he failed no matter what.

The audience roared with laughter.The face of the ancestor Tiansha was so ugly that it was almost as black as the big cauldron on the test field.

Wei Ling stared at it for a while, and seeing a trace of silver light hidden in the green, his expression changed: "Snow Silver Grass!"

Well you Fuyao!He actually refined Xueyincao into a magic weapon and spirit for his disciples to use!

Fu Yao smiled and said: "How is it? Senior brother admires me?"