After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Xiyu Daying people come and go, but these two groups are more eye-catching.

In the group of people on the left, there was a beauty who was the number one beauty in the Profound Cang Realm. His name was not righteous, and he didn't mention it, but the shining and moisturized Tianyu streamer was enough to make people stop.

And the group of people on the right, with charming yellow shirts, all of them are born beautifully and well, especially inside there is a young female cultivator who is slender and beautiful. She looks like a flower and looks like a fairy. At this time, the tears are a little bit, shaky, and they seem to be down. More pitiful than the first beauty next to her.

Beauty is jealous.

There is no room for two tigers.

Almost immediately, everyone commented on this narrow road meeting, and in the sight that was swept lightly or darkly, Huaye's face became redder and red, and at the same time, his anger became more and more high.

All of these female sisters from Yuqing Sect who are pretentious are disgusting.

She heard the nun lower her eyebrows and her eyes:

"Junior is a new cultivator of Yuqingmen, it's not worth mentioning, but I don't know...what is the real person looking for?"

Zheng Wan's voice is thin, her lips are white and her face is miserable, and he is frightened, but he hums coldly in his heart. This is just what she left behind from playing back then.

A beauty with status, of course, will not take the initiative to pick things up.

What do you want to do with such a mindless follower?

For one thing, when the situation is inconvenient, he was introduced to be a gunman-like now.

Secondly, there are such reckless and impulsive people around him, and only when she speaks to stop her, she will be able to show her kindness and innocence thousands of times.

Therefore, it is unwise for her to go back hard, and Zheng Wan will not do things that are harmful to others, and use her own crudeness to set off the elegance and generosity of the other party——

"What are you doing like this?"

Who knows that she angered Huaye like this, "Enchanting and enchanting, I'm not one of those men who have no brains--"

--Do not.

You are a no-brained nun.

"This Taibai Sect disciple, just talk as he speaks, why humiliate others?"

As soon as Huaye said this, she successfully offended the nearby male Xiu, and she stepped directly in front of her with a violent temper. Two deep seals appeared on the ground, clinging to the magic weapon and said, "But want to fight? "

Among the cultivators of the Zhengmeng, seldom fight for life and death, on the contrary, this style of fighting is commonplace.

Huaye's face flushed:

"I won't fight you!"

She squeezed the persimmons, and pointed to Zheng Wan, "I'll fight her!"

As soon as Huaye said this, a sullen laugh came from the side.

Hong Nao jumped out and sipped her with hands on hips:

"Bah! Shameless! My little junior sister only guarded the early stage of the middle stage. You asked to fight her in the late stage of the Yucheng stage. Are you ashamed?"

Zheng Wan didn't expect that the Fourth Senior Sister, who had never been used to her, would jump out to protect her, and his heart warmed.

The second elder sister looked at Hong Nao with her hands on her hips gently and tenderly:

"Sister Si has always been like this, with a knife-mouthed tofu heart."

"Then I will fight you!"

Huaye didn’t look for Zheng Wan anymore. It bullied the small with the big, but won’t win. It’s better to look for this little dwarf who just jumped out, the cultivation level is similar, and Yuqingmen is not good at fighting.

"Hit it!"

Hong Nao rolled her sleeves halfway up, and was pulled by Zheng Yu. She shook her head disapprovingly, her butterfly wings and long eyelashes under her eyelashes, "Senior Sister Si, I haven't reported yet."

She said.

The leader of Yuqingmen heard the song and knew the elegance, and arched his hands:

"Mr. Zhen, I'm waiting for the newcomer, there are still many things to do...you see?"

Qianshuang's curious eyes retracted from Zheng Wan, she said "Ah" before she was relieved, and she smiled, first scolded Huaye, and then apologized to Yuqingmen:

"I'm sorry, it's because I didn't manage well, it's just... this little monk is too nice to look at."

She was softly spoken, dressed in a sky feather streamer, which made her even more gentle and moving.

Zheng Wan looked at it with a smile, thinking that this True Monarch Qianshuang didn't seem to be annoying, she was still willing to hear people praise her for her beauty, but it was a pity that most of the monks in the Xuan Cang world were reserved.

The two sides apologized to each other, intending to stay out of fashion, but saw a white sky in the distance, and ten years of cold light floated in the distance, and the cold light fell on the ground, only to realize that it was a group of people.

The body of this group of people was hazy, and it seemed that they had just emerged from the battlefield, and they felt a sense of vigor and verticality when they were close. Zheng Wan recognized that among the dozens of people, there were Li Siyi and Mingyu.

"Elite disciple!"

"They are back!"

"It's probably a change of defense."

They reaped the sword, the Nayun of Nayun, and the flying magical weapons were all different, and the monks who came and went in the camp bowed their eyes and saluted these people.

Zheng Wan felt the environment, and followed suit.

But these people didn't leave after receiving the magical instruments. They turned their heads and looked at the place at the same time, as if they were waiting for someone.

Suddenly a monk asked:

"Couldn't you be waiting for True Monarch Wei Li?"

When the voice fell, a white light suddenly lit up in the empty sky just now, and the white light suddenly arrived, falling on the ground, turning into a white figure.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the man who came by stepping on the sword.

There is snow in the sky, bright clouds in the middle of the moon.

He wears a white robe, a sword crown, and a sword in his hand is shining with flowing water, and he is standing alone, as if there is no other person in the world who is more dusty than him. He has long eyebrows and beautiful faces, and when a pair of phoenix eyes look towards the center of the camp--

Everyone felt that he seemed to be looking at himself.

"True Monarch Liwei, he really is True Monarch Liwei!"

The crowd began to rush.

The cultivators of the Xuancang Realm grew up with the Wuya List. Since they were three years old, they will be taken by their parents to the center of the city to pay homage to the people on the Wuya List. Many of them are even related to Liwei. The true monarch stepped into the fairy gate together.

They watched him soar into the sky, watched him dominate the Wuya list all the year round, his realm jumped continuously, when he was still hovering at a low level, he had already jumped to a height that no one could reach and became a rookie. legend--

But now that this legend has come into reality, everyone scrambles to look at him, see his eyebrows estranged, see his eyes are like snow, and only think that wherever he is, he is born just right.

The elite disciples who had been very reserved before also coaxed, everyone smiled and greeted him with respect.

"The true monarch finally came out of that horn Gada!"

"It's been a full half a month, right?"

"Hey, don't tell me, I tried to walk in, but I didn't hold on for three hours..."

Across the crowd, Zheng Wan and Cui Wang looked at each other. Under his long crow-wing eyelashes, his pupils were dark and deep, as if curling up Qianshan Muxue, approaching her——

Zheng Wan blinked at him mischievously.

Cui Wang's expression was dull, his eyebrows were not moving, but for some reason, but standing there with vain hands, it made people feel that the ice and snow had turned into a morning sun, with a gentle breeze and a lingering spring water.

It's just that this lingering is also fleeting.

But just this passing away was enough for a group of young female cultivators to hold their red faces, and the spring water was rippling.

"Mr Liwei is looking at me!"

"Nonsense, he is looking at me!"

A group of female nuns from the Yuqing Sect chattered and quarreled.

Zheng Wan also saw his fourth sister with a knife-mouthed tofu heart clutching her cheeks, and even the second sister lowered her blushing face slightly.

...This is really good enough to attract bees and butterflies.

Zheng Wan curled his mouth, and when he retracted his gaze, his gaze touched True Monarch Qianshuang on the side, and he handed him a sweet smile.

True Monarch Qianshuang's thoughtful gaze hovered between the two, but he couldn't find out anything, and led the doorman towards the group of elite disciples.

Cui Wang retracted his gaze, but Li Siyi suddenly uttered a "Huh", and the folding fan pointed in the direction of Yuqingmen:

"Little Junior Brother, is that..."

"No."

Cui Wang interrupted him decisively, lifted his foot and walked away, his white robe flaunted, "rest for a day."

Li Siyi shook his head and turned to see Ming Yuchu, "What are you doing stupidly?"

Mingyu stared at the yellow figure hiding in the crowd. When she came, Li Wei, who had never returned to the camp, returned to the camp...

Once the woman fell into love, she felt very kind, forced herself to suppress her feelings, and turned her head to ask a question.

"Mr. Yuqing, if I go to change my bones--" She stroked her face, "Is it still too late?"

I'm afraid I have to change my heart and temperament together.

Li Siyi shook his head, pointing to True Monarch Qianshuang who was staying with the elite disciples, not far away from behind the younger brother, and asked:

"True Monarch Qianshuang is beautiful?"

Ming Yu nodded:

"nice."

Li Siyi pointed at Zheng Wan who retreated with the doorman again:

"Fr. Zheng Xiao is beautiful?"

"It's also beautiful."

"One wooden beauty, one..."

Li Siyi said with his eyesight trained in the red powder pile: "Live."

There is smoke and fire.

Some people love this coldness and the dust, and some people love this red dust. It's not as noble as anyone, but it's the right spleen and stomach.

Mingyu said "Oh" seemingly understandable:

"That Liwei's ruthless Dao..."

"There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain."

Li Siyi flicked his robe sleeve and laughed, "I want to do so much."

He is getting used to it.

Zheng Wan followed the doorman to report in the temporary deacon hall of Zhengmeng and received a number plate engraved with "Geng XIII".

"Second Sister, which team do you belong to?"

"Geng Thirteen."

"It's a coincidence, me too!"

Zheng Wan showed her the number plate like a treasure.

The second elder sister looked at her shining eyes, and couldn't bear to tell the little sister that she was assigned to a team because she secretly stuffed a middle-level elementary stone in exchange for it.

Fortunately, it was given by the master.

"Senior Sister Si, how about you?"

"Ding Qi."

Senior Sister Si stepped on sheepskin soap boots and ran to the other side.

The Yuqingmen received the number plates and scattered them. Zheng Yu and the second senior sister stood together, waiting for Captain Geng Shisan to claim them.

"A team of ten low-level cultivators is responsible for guarding and guarding, and preventing the strange beasts of Xiyu Mountain from harassing the people..."

"When we get to this place, all the monks of the sect will be broken up, join each team and have their own experience," the second elder sister whispered, "but no matter which team we are in Yuqingmen, it is considered a burden...Don't talk for a while. For me."

"Yep."

Zheng Wan nodded.

"Captain of Team G-13, Gui Jing," a man with a tall horse and a shabby beard came over, the Yucheng Realm Dzogchen cultivation base, his eyebrows were clearly frowned when his eyes passed over the two Yuqing Sect female sisters." Yu Beast Gate."

"Yuqingmen, greenery." The second senior sister said, "this is my little junior sister, Zheng Wan."

"Okay, come with me."

Although Gui Jing was not very happy, he did not embarrass the two of them. He led them out of the deacon’s hall and into a small tent. Zheng Wan went in, only to find that there were seven people sitting or standing there, two women and five men, like I have become familiar with it early, and I am playing a popular game called "Yuege" nowadays.

"Come on, get to know, the new member of our team."

Kei Jing clapped his hands, "There is another one who will come directly when we leave tomorrow."

"Yuqingmen, boss, your luck is a little too bad," a monkey-faced man grumbled, "Tomorrow we are going to Xiaozhu Road to guard."

"Yeah, yeah, this strange beast doesn't use a charm like a man," the other person chuckled, "just get down."

"You will die if you don't say a few words!"

At this moment, a woman in a red dress got up abruptly. She wore a bun and broke the leg of the table next to her when she lifted her foot. After a bang, she glared at Zheng. They glanced at them and warned fiercely, "Don't get into trouble."

Zheng Wan could see that this female cultivator was the one with the heaviest breath in her body besides the captain.

"Take care of you..."

The second sister smiled:

"This is my junior sister."

Those who came here to support, after all, are still few in the middle of the guard, and most of them are still practicing in the martial arts.

"Okay, take care of your little sister."

Gui Jing didn't say much, only that he would gather here on time tomorrow morning, and don't announce the dissolution.

"Go away."

A group of people wandered out and looked at Zheng Wan before they left. They were so beautiful. Two of them stopped, each took two bamboo plaques from their waists and handed them to her.

"I?"

Zheng Wan didn't know, so he looked at the second elder sister like asking for help.

The second elder sister stretched out the bamboo card: "My younger sister is still young."

The two of them didn't force it, they took back the bamboo cards and walked out. In the end, only two people were left in the tent.

"Senior Sister, it was just now..."

"Oh," the second elder sister said disapprovingly, "the bamboo sign is the house number, I invite you to spend the night."

"..."

The monk is really direct.

Zheng Wan coughed and heard the second senior sister say, "You live with me, don't be afraid."

In the following day, she followed the second senior sister and strolled all over the public dining halls, Doufatai, and shops. Most monks found it troublesome to eat and were used to taking bigudan outside, so there were not many people in the public dining halls. .

The Fighting Platform is different. Compared with the empty display of Yuqingmen, the three Fighting Platforms are full of dangling, and there are monks betting on the side. Zheng Wan looked at it for a while and realized something interesting.

The monks of different factions have different magic techniques and different root attributes. The Five Elements technique has the principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint. If you can often compete with others on the fighting platform, you will not be in a hurry when you are fighting.

"Little Junior Sister interested?"

"En." Zheng Wan was eager to try, "It looks very interesting."

"When the Doufatai is opened once, both parties need to hand in two middle-level primordial stones."

For low-level monks, the two middle-level gems are still quite precious.

Zheng Wan thought about it seriously. The use of one-day battles on this day can still be supported by his own ability to draw talisman. After all, the gathering of the twelve sects of the Zheng League is a rare opportunity.

Second Sister: "..."

Little Junior Sister is generous.

The shops are much more expensive than those in Fengwu City, but Zheng Yu also inquired about a night market where monks gathered spontaneously, but he was too rushed today, so he followed the second senior sister to the residence.

A small white cloth was upside-down. Following the movements of the second senior sister, she handed the bamboo plaque from the back to the front of the cloth, and people went in.

Inside the tent, there are two simple long bamboo couches, one wall-mounted silver mirror and a copper basin, which are greatly reduced.

Zheng Wan watched the second elder sister take out the two beddings from Qiankun's bag, laid them skillfully, and sprinkled a circle of insect repellent powder around the tent, applied the dust removal technique, and then washed on the couch.

"The first time you practice, tomorrow will definitely be very hard. Let's rest early."

Zheng Wan's mood is impetuous today, so he doesn't want to meditate, so he simply lies on the bed and closes his eyes to rest. The bamboo couch was so hard that it creaked as soon as it turned over. Zheng Yusheng was afraid that it would disturb the cleanliness of the second elder sister, so he lay motionless.

As the insects screamed, she gradually fell asleep, but after an unknown period of time, she suddenly opened her eyes and woke up. The moonlight is like washing, illuminating a corner of the couch through the thin cloth.

Zheng Wan felt a little bit and sat up abruptly:

"Who?"

The side was cold, and the bedding was neatly folded. The second senior sister did not know when to go out.

There was no one in the tent, Zheng Wan was suspicious of his own enthusiasm, rubbing his eyes, but couldn't fall asleep anymore, he got out of bed, his feet had not yet landed, but he heard:

"It's cold on the ground."

She was horrified, but turned her head to see a familiar figure standing in the half-bright and half-dark light of the tent. His robe was like water. The jade-faced Langjun stood there and looked at her for an unknown period of time:

"Put on shoes."

"Cui Wang?"

She was surprised, "How did you come in?"

"Walk in."

Cui Wang stubbornly looked at her barefoot without shoes and socks, "Put on shoes."

"If my second elder sister is here, would you come in too?"

Thinking of this, Zheng Yu gave birth to an evil spirit, kicked the soap boots far away, turned his head, and groaned, "Don't wear it!"

"I saw her go out."

Cui Wang raised his hand and photographed the light pink soap boots embroidered with a pair of pearls, threw it under her feet, and said stubbornly, "Put it on."

Zheng Wan turned his head and couldn't get down to the ground at all:

"Don't wear it."

After breathing down, he lifted it up again, and pointed to his nose:

"How can you enter a girl's boudoir casually..."

Cui Wang kicked something at his feet, and Zheng Yu realized that his snow-colored robe was hem, crawling with a shadow, and his soul consciousness looked like a person.

Describes insignificant, the breath seems to be absent, as if severely injured.

"He, he... how did he get in?"

Zheng Wan thought of the second elder sister for the first time, and his heart suddenly became cold.

Cui Wang seemed to see her thoughts and shook his head:

"This formation defends gentlemen, not villains."

"Then where did my second senior sister go?"

Cui Wang didn't answer, but said:

"It's not safe to live here, follow me."

He bowed his head, his sapphire fingers picked up the soap boots on the ground, and put them on his hands. Seeing that Zheng Yu was motionless, he used a little force to force her to sit on the side of the collapse, lifted his robe, bent slightly, and caught her. Naked feet, put on socks, stuffed into soap boots.

The snow-colored silk robe spreads across the ground, lightly falling like moonlight outside the canopy.

Zheng Yu looked down at the top of his ink-colored hair, and only felt that the skin that was touched by him at his ankles flashed up a fluffy spark, which was hot.

She retracted her foot casually and took his hand:

"Let's go."

Qilin, she won't grab him, and the others, share a piece of the pie... Isn't it too much?

Zheng Wan thought, when Cui Wang looked over, he smiled like a milky cat who stole the fish. It was very sweet.