At this moment, the crowd was bustling, and even the people next to them pushed and pushed the two to the side, Song Ren looked up, couldn't see what was happening, and immediately turned over and rode on the back of a donkey, only to see a group of people rushing towards the steps of Qingyun Mountain.

And there was a middle-aged man who was followed by a woman, and the middle-aged man seemed to be very angry and kept talking about something.

"See, that's Luo Tianhe, the master of the Guyue Gate, and next to him is her daughter Luo Yue."

"Of course I know Luo Yue, she is still a third-level writer, and two of the high-quality novels were written by her."

"It's so beautiful, this is a real talented woman, rich and powerful, and so beautiful, I don't know which family will be cheaper in the future?"

"Anyway, it's not you and me, don't think about it, but I didn't expect that even he came, could it be that the author of "Zhu Xian" is really here?"

"Another big man, these people are from Xuantianmen."

"Xuantianmen, the fine novel of "Yin and Underworld" four years ago seems to have been written by the son of Wang Yan, the master of Xuantianmen, it seems that he is also here to win over the author, I am really envious."

…………

Song Ren really wanted to shout at the moment, these are all fake, don't be deceived, but you will definitely be beaten by the group.

Song Ren looked to the side, and Su Youwei said with an indifferent face: "I said girl, you are also a fan of "Zhu Xian"? ”

Su Youwei glanced at Song Ren and nodded: "If not, why come all the way." ”

Song Ren looked at Su Youwei from head to toe, and only felt that this woman was really beautiful, even if she was dressed up differently now, without powder, she was a beautiful embryo.

If such a woman marries home as a wife, not to mention how long her face is, she is very pleasing to look at every day.

You said that if she knew that I was the author, as a fan, ask a young lady, will she agree?

Song Ren's mind couldn't help but come to mind, the candlelight dinner between the two, drinking a glass of wine, and the harazi flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Su Youwei saw Song Ren smirking at her, like a second fool, and couldn't help frowning: "Hooligans!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Look at the top of the hill on the other side, what's that? Is it the author? The author has finally appeared! ”

At this moment, the crowd was in an uproar, and some people pointed towards the opposite hill, and hundreds of thousands of people looked at it in unison.

On the top of the mountain opposite Qingyun Mountain, at this moment the clouds and mist are filled, there is a welcome pine inclined to grow, and there is a piece of bluestone under the tree.

At this moment, on the bluestone, the author is alone, he is dressed in a green robe, with a bronze mask on his face, like a Taoist priest, with a wooden hairpin obliquely, as if he is writing something in the air.

The whole, like an immortal who does not enter the red dust, is full of ethereal feelings.

At this time, the exclamations of the crowd seemed to be heard by him, he turned to look at the crowd, a little surprised, then got up and patted his robe, shook his head helplessly, and was about to leave with his hands behind his back.

Song Ren was stunned for a moment, and 10,000 grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart.

I'll go, this guy is too high, he's pretending to be quite similar, do you know if you violated my portrait rights?

If it weren't far away, I'll give you an ear scraper to keep you awake.

At this moment, even Su Youwei, who was originally going to leave beside her, was suspicious: "Could it be that the author is really here?" ”

"The author loves you greatly, I came from thousands of miles to admire, can you give me an autograph?"

"Ah~~, Mom, I saw a living person, the author's big back is so handsome, no, no, I'm going to faint."

"Brother author, I brought you a gift, the blade made by the best Xingchengang, can you try to fit it well?"

…………

Everyone was suddenly crazy, who would have thought that the author of the mysterious Liufang novel would be on the opposite mountain, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

True or false, I really feel sorry for those old friends who have returned disappointed.

And those sect members who were originally walking towards Qingyun Mountain immediately flew towards the opposite side.

Song Ren felt so aggrieved, trembling with anger, and was about to shout, your author's idol is here, don't believe me, I opened the author's backstage to show you.

"Haha, you're mine, don't want to write the next god and threaten my demon clan!" Just as everyone was happily rushing to the opposite side, just as the 'author' turned around and was about to disappear from everyone's eyes, a rough voice like grinding teeth suddenly sounded.

Immediately after, in the jungle below the bluestone, a big man suddenly jumped up, and then under Song Ren's incredible gaze, he directly turned into a golden giant tiger with three pairs of wings.

The giant tiger roared and ran directly towards the man in the Tsing Yi mask.

"Demon, look for death!"

"If you dare, this seat will break you into thousands of pieces!"

Several masters of the super sect were shocked when they saw that a demon clan had mixed in, and the weapons in their hands instantly came out, heading directly towards the giant tiger.

"It's late, since this seat has appeared, I don't plan to go back alive, you human race, sooner or later, you will become the food of my demon clan!" The speed of the giant tiger was very fast, and the man in Tsing Yi was already frightened and stupid, standing motionless.

The giant tiger passed, claws fell, and under the gaze of hundreds of thousands, directly tore the man in Tsing Yi into eight petals.

At this time, several door masters also arrived, and without saying a word, the giant tiger's whole body exploded, blowing up the entire mountaintop.

This is a fucking dead man!

The ground of the entire Qingyun Mountain was trembling, the dust was dispersed, and several door masters were in tattered clothes, coughing and coming out of it, standing in the air with ugly faces.

And all the people below were surprisingly quiet at this moment, and some even had red eyes.

The author of "Zhu Xian", is he dead? Killed by the demon clan?

Liufang novels can no longer condense gods.

Since then, "Zhu Xian" can only become a legend and a regret?

"No—" Someone finally shouted, and countless people wept and hurried towards the opposite mountain.

The author of the human race for a hundred years is gone.

And at this moment, Song Ren saw with his own eyes that the person directly became several pieces, without special effects, he was really dead, and the demon clan, it turned out that he could really transform into a human and lurk around them.

"I'm a fairy banban, you guys play really!"

Song Ren's outlook on life was once again rubbed on the ground by the scene in front of him from the inside out, and he was still a little wronged and pretended to be himself, but now, he was so lucky.

Dude, I'll incense you when I go back, otherwise, I may be the one who dies.

At this moment, Song Ren's heart was extremely firm, and he didn't tell anyone his authorship even if he was killed, and his father couldn't do it.

"The Tiger King is heroic, long live the Demon Clan!"

"The Tiger King is heroic, long live the Demon Clan!"

"The Tiger King is heroic, long live the Demon Clan!"

Just when everyone was crying, sad and indignant, they were heading towards the mountain opposite, and suddenly there were more than a dozen voices shouting slogans from the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen people's scalps were suddenly torn, as if acting in a horror movie and Resident Evil, and a hideous tiger crawled out of it and began to fight.

"Be careful—" Song Ren suddenly heard a coquettish cry behind him, and then his butt hurt, and the whole person was kicked out with the black donkey.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw an axe with the smell of blood slashing at the position he was standing just now, and with a bang, it exploded directly into a big hole.

At some point, a tiger monster appeared behind him, and it was the woman who was disguised as a man who kicked him.

The crowd had already dispersed in fright, this tiger couldn't strike a blow, and turned its head to attack Su Youwei, but who is Su Youwei, she is the only daughter of the sea lord of the Chaos God Sea, at this moment, waves appeared under her feet, and a dark blue killing light surged in her body.

Facing the demon tiger that roared fiercely, with a flick of his fingers, a drop of blue light instantly pierced the demon tiger's heart, and then exploded with a bang.

The demon tiger's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was full of cracks, and he gave up on this woman violently, turned around and pounced on Song Ren.

"I'll go, you're going to pull a cushion on your back when you die-" Song Ren scolded, and the spiritual power in his body was urged, and it suddenly turned into a wave of qi and slapped directly on the demon tiger's body.

The demon tiger suddenly stopped, and then his entire body was torn apart.

Song Ren hurriedly got up with his pounding heart, looked at the demon tiger with only a pile of flesh and blood left, was shocked, trembling hands and pointed tremblingly: "I'm shit, I'm shit, fuck, Shit, fuck, you old mother, hey, want to harm me?" Your grandfather and I are a monk, not a mortal, what's the matter, if you have the ability, let's do it for another three hundred rounds, and I'll let you have one hand. ”

Looking at Song Ren, who was a little crazy after being afraid, Su Youwei shook his head, and then looked at the demon tiger team that had been completely wiped out, after all, most of the people gathered here had cultivated, and the wheel battle was enough for the demon clan.

And shemales have always been incompatible, even if they don't cultivate, after a short period of fear, they will pounce on them and gnaw down on their flesh.

I really didn't expect that a demon tiger king, more than a dozen dead soldiers were mixed in, author, is it really dead?