Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 150
byChapter 150 God also prefers you 5
Today, Canglan Mountain gathers the talents of hundreds of immortal schools, and the Qingyun Competition held once every ten years is held here.
“Are all the geniuses from hundreds of schools of immortality here?” On a flying boat floating in the clouds and mist, a man was wearing a white Taoist robe loosely, holding a wine glass in one hand, and glanced at the Sword Questioning Platform below.
“Listening to what Elder Gu said, do you think these geniuses are bad?” The elder of the Immortal Sect on the side stroked his beard and smiled.
“That’s good,” the man paused, and Yun Danfeng smiled lightly, “It’s just that it’s far behind him.”
Hearing this, the elder of the Immortal Sect was silent for a long time and sighed.
For some people, even if five hundred years have passed and nothing has been left behind, it is enough to make people feel sad and unable to let go.
“Elder Gu, all the Immortal Sects are here. The leader is not here, so I have to ask you to come forward.” A disciple from Canglan Mountain flew onto the flying boat with his sword.
“Where did Meng Yiran go again?” Gu Xingjin asked impatiently.
“The leader found traces of the soul lamp yesterday, and there was no news after leaving the sect,” the disciple whispered.
“He has a good idea. He has done all the affectionate looks and left the dirty work to others?” Gu Xingjin smiled half-heartedly and waved his hand, “I don’t think this Qingyun Competition is comparable. Let the immortal sects go back to their own homes.”
“How can the Qingyun Competition be a piece of cake? Gu Xingjin, why are you so crazy?” An elder from Canglan Mountain hurried over and heard what he said, and couldn’t help but feel angry.
“Crazy?” Gu Xingjin put down his wine glass, stood up and approached, grabbed the elder’s neck and threw it on the deck, “You are right, I was already crazy five hundred years ago, so it is best not to mess with me. I am not the hypocrite Meng Yiran, and I have no interest in talking nonsense with you old guys.”
The elder of Canglan Mountain stood up with a red face. He was so angry that he could not speak. Due to the man’s cultivation during the tribulation period, he did not dare to get angry, so he had to throw away his sleeves and leave.
The Qingyun Competition began, and Gu Xingjin was the only one left on the flying boat.
He seemed to have been drained of all his strength in an instant, and fell on the futon, his eyes blank, like a walking corpse.
“Junior brother, look at these idiots, they really take themselves seriously when they are called leader or elder,” Gu Xingjin took out a clay figurine from his arms and said to himself, “When you come back from playing enough, how about Second Senior Brother taking you to play tricks on these annoying guys?”
There were only clouds and mist around him, blown by the wind, and no one responded.
After five hundred years, he should have gotten used to it.
Gu Xingjin picked up the wine bottle and turned around lifelessly, preparing to get drunk in the cabin. Unexpectedly, the mountains suddenly shook, and a cry of surprise came from the Canglan Mountain under the flying boat.
Gu Xingjin was not very interested and glanced down.
I saw a crimson figure walking down the stone steps from the top of the mountain, with a body like a willow tree and a face like a peach. As he glanced at it, the water rippled and captured the soul, and the body he was holding in his hand dragged a trail of blood.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they came to their senses. They were frightened and moved out of the way, but one after another, skinned and cramped bloody corpses fell from the sky, and they had nowhere to hide.
These corpses were all wearing Canglan Mountain’s Taoist robes, and they were all extraordinary disciples, and there were even a few elders with extraordinary strength.
“I haven’t been back to see you for a long time. I specially brought you some greeting gifts. It’s not a sign of respect.”
The boy in scarlet clothes grabbed the corpse that had been dragged along, flicked it, and threw it onto the sword-asking platform. The corpse was clearly the old guy who had just come to the flying boat to annoy him!
But Gu Xingjin no longer had time to look at the old man, his eyes were fixed on the face of the boy in scarlet clothes.
Below, the Canglan Mountain disciples who had come to their senses drew their swords and pointed at Xie Rong.
“He is the evil cultivator who specializes in sucking men’s essence!”
“Anyone who dares to hurt me in Canglan Mountain will never get out alive today!”
“Really?” Xie Rong raised his hand, pinched his fingers slightly, and grabbed Meng Yiran, who was bound by the Fushan Ring thousands of miles away, by his neck. “Then I have no choice but to drag him to death together.”
“Should we skin him first or pick his bones first?” Xie Rong’s cheeks flushed with excitement, “Cultivators in the Tribulation Stage are full of tonic all over their bodies.”
The Canglan Mountain disciples who said they wanted to kill him suddenly fell silent.
After all, even their leader fell into his hands, and these losers might not even be able to protect themselves.
It’s so refreshing! It’s so relaxing!Especially looking at the way these righteous monks are jumping around.
If he had known that being an evil cultivator would be so enjoyable, he should not have come to Canglan Mountain with his master in the first place!
But it’s not too late now.
“I really can’t bear to leave you,” Xie Rong stroked Meng Yiran’s face, “The body in the Tribulation Stage is better than those men, and I can’t even suck you dry like this.”
Meng Yiran smiled bitterly, “Junior brother…”
“Shut up,” Xie Rong slapped him hard in front of everyone, “Are you worthy of calling me that?”
“As long as you kowtow to me three times in front of everyone and lick the toe of my shoe, I will let you go and let you continue to return to Canglan Mountain to be your leader. How about it?” Xie Rong raised the corner of his mouth, even though he knew what happened in the secret realm.It has nothing to do with Meng Yiran, but Meng Yiran was his most beloved senior brother. Not only did he not go to find the fairy grass for him, but he instigated him and his good dog, so that he was ashamed, angry and humiliated. He would rather be broken than tiles and end up like that, so he deserved to die!
“What does humiliation feel like? You used to come to my house every day and show off. You must be very envious, right? Now you can finally have a taste for yourself, aren’t you happy?”
Meng Yiran closed his eyes and said, “Okay.”
Xie Rong let go of him, watched him kneel down, pressed his lips to the toes of his shoes, and couldn’t help laughing.
“Elder brother, you are so mean.”
Meng Yiran grabbed the hem of his clothes, “Junior brother…have you calmed down?”
Xie Rong smiled and said: “I won’t hold a grudge over a bitch.”
The hem of clothes in his hand was taken away, and Meng Yiran had no chance, but the fragrance wafting from the hem of the man’s clothes was still there, shamelessly getting into the tip of the man’s nose.
Xie Rong came and went without a trace. After having enough fun, he turned around and left. No one could stop him, and no one dared to stop him, for fear of being entangled by a witch like him.
Even when I dreamed about it at midnight, it was a nightmare haunted by the ‘witch’.
Although the Canglan Mountain disciples were ashamed and angry, and didn’t know why the leader would do such a shameful thing to an evil cultivator, they did not forget to step forward and help the person up, “Master, what should we do? That evil cultivator——”
“Shut up!” Meng Yiran’s face darkened, “He is not an evil cultivator. Anyone who slanders him will be expelled from the sect immediately.”
The Canglan Mountain disciples had no choice but to shut up.
“Then the bodies of these elders…”
“They deserved it,” Meng Yiran said indifferently, “burned to ashes and raised on a mountaintop.”
“Yes…”
Meng Yiran raised his hand and touched the red marks on his neck caused by the Fushan Ring. The dense sting almost made him tremble with obsession.
These days, his junior brother always lay on top of him, just to suck his essence, and finally sucked himself until his stomach bulged, and would angrily scold him and hit him.
Meng Yiran automatically pushed aside the other shadow-like man.
His little junior brother is much cuter than the idiots in the sect who only ask him what to do about everything.