Because the Treasure Pavilion was the first place in the Six Pavilions Competition last year, Yan Ruomeng sat on the left side of the position closest to Yu Yingfeng.

The Immortal Pavilion was the second place in last year's big competition, with the left being respected and the right second, so Zi Mucheng sat on the right hand side of Dean Yu.

Hirinkaku is the penultimate place.

Mo Yan naturally sat in the backmost position.

However, ranking or something, Mo Yan doesn't care much about it at the moment.

I didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"Do you have any good opinions about this year's Six Pavilion Competition, you can put it forward." Yu Yingfeng has always been a very casual person, even when he is in a meeting, he has no official pretenses, and his attitude is very easy-going.

It seems that this is not a serious conference, but a tea party where you can drink melon seeds, drink tea and talk about gossip.

"No comment."

Yu Wuji's face was expressionless, and his expression was serious.

The disgusted eyes never moved away from the clothes of the Zi family's father, "As usual, just do it." ”

The White Pavilion Master of Xingchen Pavilion yawned and looked like he hadn't woken up: "What to do, just do it." ”

After saying that, little by little, my head seemed to be asleep.

Sleepy.

The Hongyan Pavilion Lord was still immersed in the anger just now, one hand caressing the wrinkles on his face, and his mind was full of words like "getting ugly" and "getting uglier and uglier".

"Okay, you hand in all the registration reports and let the dean see them."

Yu Yingfeng stretched out his hand.

The six pavilion masters all handed over the registration form that had already been drawn up.

Yu Yingfeng looked at them one by one, and most of the disciples who signed up were a little impressed. Because most of them are the elite of each cabinet.

However, when Yu Yingfeng saw the registration form submitted by the Rilun Pavilion, he couldn't help but pause, raised his head, and cast a questioning look at Mo Yan: "There are only five official team members?" And what about the three alternates? ”

Mo Yan replied: "I'm still looking for it, and it will be decided soon." ”

When Yan Ruo dreamed of this, he knew that this was a perfect opportunity.

With a sneer, he said, "Heh, it will be decided soon?" Isn't the Lord of the Ink Pavilion joking? Who doesn't know, there is no one in your Rilun Pavilion now, and the original old disciples have left one after another because they are dissatisfied with your harsh treatment. One of your five official team members is cheeky and borrowed from another cabinet. ”

Mo Yan's face sank, and his deep black pupils, like blades, swept in the direction of Yan Ruomeng.

This woman ......

Can't wait!

He had already guessed that the disciples of the Rilun Pavilion led by Yu Sheng ran away in a big way, and it was this woman who did something in secret.

I thought that this woman was confused by Tang Muyan and helped Tang Muyan take revenge, at most she was only doing her hands and feet in secret, but she didn't expect that this time, she would move directly to the surface.

Yan Ruomeng and Mo Yan met in mid-air.

Yan Ruomeng felt a panic in her heart for no reason.

Such terrifying eyes like an abyss, as if they could devour people, pierced the darkness in her heart at a glance, and made her have nothing to hide.

Yan Ruomeng was a little afraid of Mo Yan.

But for the sake of the lover......

Yan Ruomeng took a deep breath, straightened her waist, and faced Mo Yan head-on, trying not to let herself lose her momentum: "I don't think it's possible for the Rilun Pavilion to take out three more substitutes. In this case, they have lost the qualification of Dabi! ”

"It's-"

The smile on Yu Yingfeng's face also froze.

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