Chapter 287: Master Xuansheng's nephew, betray your hue

At this time, Bishop Spencer had just finished speaking, and Elder Jun stepped forward again.

"Ahem, Bishop Spencer has already said almost everything, so I'll just say a few words, this East-West Exchange Contest was held very successfully......

Elder Jun began to "say a few words"

Zhang Xuansheng naturally knew that he would definitely not be able to finish talking for a while, no matter in which world, the two words of the leaders would be multiplied by at least a hundred times.

Because it was the closing ceremony, the young people who had participated in the competition from the eastern and western camps stood together, and Joan of Arc was no exception.

Standing in the west is a column of Western Tianjiao, and standing in the east is a column of people headed by Zhang Xuansheng.

And Joan of Arc unconsciously alternated positions with several other people, and finally got to the easternmost end and was next to Zhang Xuansheng.

The gods were unaware, so that when she spoke, Zhang Xuansheng was startled.

"Zhang Xuansheng, we'll have a good exchange later~"

Joan of Arc's long eyelashes blinked playfully twice, so that the group of young men and women behind him were stunned, how had they ever seen such an image of a saint?

But then those male compatriots lowered their heads and silently suppressed their evil thoughts with their spiritual power.

"Naturally, I also have something I want to communicate with you."

Zhang Xuansheng replied calmly.

But as everyone knows, this scene has become in the eyes of the paparazzi and the people who eat melons, and the arrogant mind of the East and West on the first day is really extraordinary, and they don't take those wins and defeats to heart.

Some people further analyzed that they had already had a relationship after the first battle, and at this time, the two of them were laughing and laughing, thinking that they were making a private decision for life.

And this scene, the other partners around Zhang Xuansheng naturally saw it most clearly, Ling Zihan, Huiming, and Jun Wangwu were okay, and they didn't think much about it, after all, this was originally an exchange meeting between the East and the West.

But the others think a lot, "communication"? What to communicate?

Are there so many ways to communicate? Is it an in-depth exchange? Or is it superficial communication?

Are you friends? Or is it a friend of Guan Bao?

Ye Pianqi thought to herself, I haven't been able to win the little junior brother for so many years, could it be that the little junior brother is so easy to cheapen outsiders?

No way!

Liu Hongfeng said in her heart that Miss Ben is also a saint, if you like this tune, why don't I try it next time I wear the witch costume of the Heavenly Saint Sect's sacrifice to you?

Just for nothing to the saints of the West?

No way!

Ling Moxue's mind was very simple, and she said directly: "The kind of communication you are talking about, is it formal?" ”

Dingβ€”β€”

There are also a lot of attribute points in the account.

Zhang Xuansheng glanced at Senior Sister Ling a little speechlessly, feeling as if he had liberated the other party's incredible talent.

The time for a few people to chat quickly passed quickly, and Elder Jun finally completed his "two sentences" words.

It can be seen that the audience outside the venue is a little impatient, if it weren't for the male compatriots wanting to see Joan of Arc and the female compatriots wanting to see Zhang Xuansheng, it is estimated that many people would have left bored.

Some of the people present were idle, and they had already begun to update their newly inspired scripts online.

The headline news party has begun to turn today's events into various versions and spread them to Xianwang.

There are also some excessive posts, discussing the possibility of the Holy Maiden of the Western Continent marrying in the East, and the possibility of Zhang Xuansheng entering the West.

Of course, the latter was criticized by the majority of netizens, how could we be proud of the first day of Jiuxiao's history and the present, how could we enter the West?

The female monks also argued, saying that Zhang Xuansheng didn't look down on the other party's saint at all.

The opposing side took out the image of Zhang Xuansheng and Joan of Arc "looking at each other affectionately" as an argument.

Of course Zhang Xuansheng didn't know this, even if he knew, he wouldn't care, after so many years on this continent, he had seen all kinds of winds and waves, and all kinds of news on the immortal network couldn't be controlled.

He can let Doudou control it, but it doesn't make much sense, the more you delete it, the more excited some people become, thinking that they have broken the defense, or that they are right.

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The Gu Immortal City at night is very beautiful, and the prosperity is even greater than that of the Sleepless City, after all, it is the designated reception place of the Immortal League.

Countless lanterns float in the air, and high-level monks cast spells that make the starry shadows in the night sky brighter and brighter, and the whole city seems to be shrouded in dreams.

Zhang Xuansheng was taking the young people in the Western Continent Mission at this time, and he and Senior Sister Ye were visiting the Gu Immortal City together.

It is said to be playing, but it is nothing more than eating some snacks, chatting, and deepening the feelings of young people.

Before leaving, Zhang Xuansheng was also instructed by Elder Jun to hint at it.

"Master Xuansheng, this East-West cooperation is very important, and I think the saintess on the other side is very extraordinary and has great potential, for the sake of our continent, you can use your own advantages to fight for it a little."

Elder Jun's words were very vague, and Zhang Xuansheng was indeed full of black lines when he heard it.

What is self-strength? To put it simply, he wants me to use a beautiful man to win Joan of Arc.

Elder Jun's meaning was by no means his own intention, the nine major members of the Immortal Alliance, except for the Moon God Palace, were quite supportive of this decision, and even Zhang Xuansheng's unscrupulous master also quietly sent a spiritual message and said, "I think that girl is very good. ”

Zhang Xuansheng knows that this is not a prank of the older generation, it is serious.

In fact, even if Joan of Arc really fell hopelessly in love with herself, she would not be able to marry to the West, the other party is the holy daughter of the Western Continent God Kingdom!

It was a completely unified continent, and according to the current strength comparison between the Western Continent and the Jiuxiao Continent, if she wanted to marry, it would definitely be "next marriage", it would be impossible.

But he understood the meaning of the elders, which was simply a political marriage, and the two continents needed a stronger bond.

Joan of Arc doesn't need to come to the East, and he doesn't need to go to the West, but as long as it's a nominal couple.

Zhang Xuansheng thought about it carefully, but Joan of Arc is quite beautiful, and he can be regarded as his fellow countryman, and there seems to be nothing wrong with his personality, but he is a good person.

Hop a ga, expand Tovaru!

He thinks that the elders have misunderstood, thinking that he can do whatever he wants if he is handsome, but do you think my charm is really that great? People are also from SCP, and they were contained much earlier than themselves.

In terms of wheel charm and temptation, the other party is his predecessor, how can he be so easy to attack the other party?

He knew from SCP that the results showed that the abilities of the two had no effect on each other.

Fascinated by Joan of Arc or something, you can't do it at all......

"Zhang Xuansheng, can I call your name directly?"

Joan of Arc said timidly.

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Then, Xuansheng, if you don't speak, it means that you agree. ”

Joan of Arc continued shyly with a rosy face.

"Finally goodbye, I have a lot to say to you~"

Zhang Xuansheng looked at the starry eyes of Joan of Arc on the side, a little silent.