The gray-clothed monk was stunned, a little at a loss for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

The red-clothed sword-backed young man was a little impatient, and pouted: "What, no? Then room No. 6 and No. 8 can give me one, I don't pick it, as long as the number is auspicious." ”

Next to him, the young man in blue couldn't hold back a laugh and turned away, embarrassed to turn around.

This is not picking, so what is picking?

It is estimated that Fanyin Temple has held a competition for young monks in the south for many years, and it is the first time that something like this has happened.

Cultivators have already explored everything in the red dust, and naturally they don't believe in any gods, ghosts, or the like, so there are very few riddles, and there are really few people who talk about riddles so high-sounding and justifiable.

It is estimated that the gray-clothed monk is also the first one to encounter in his life.

He regretted it a little, why did he take on this task, he was so aggrieved at the moment, and he didn't dare to offend the young man in red, so he had to lower his voice and clasp his palms together: "Amitabha, I'm sorry, these three rooms are all occupied at this time." ”

"Oh?"

The sword-like gaze of the young man in red fell on his face, and his voice suddenly became cold, and said, "Why, they can live in these three rooms, and I Wu Qingyuan can't......?"

"This ......"

Listening to the domineering and tough young man in red, as well as his tone that could not be refused, the gray-clothed monk wanted to cry without tears, he was just a miscellaneous monk, how could he dare to be the master of such a thing.

And next to him, the blue-clothed and gentle young man finally couldn't look at it, turned around, glanced at the red-clothed young man, and said softly: "Brother Wu, forget it, why bother a monk, he can't be the master." ”

"I'm going to change!"

Even if the young man in blue opened his mouth, he never let go, but reached out and grabbed the collar of the gray-clothed monk's robe, lifted it up, and forced him to call out the owner of the three rooms immediately.

"No need to shout, Hua has already come out. ”

It was already in the same courtyard, not far apart, and there was such a big commotion in the courtyard, and the cultivators were sensitive to their ears and eyes.

As early as the first moment of the young man in red, many people poked their heads out of the windows to watch the excitement.

And the first one to come out of the room was the young man in red who shouted for them to change the room, the owner of room No. 8, who was dressed in flowers, seemed to be a rich man in the countryside, and always had a kind face, but his face was a little cold at the moment.

"It's Hua Penghai, the young master of Jiangbei Xuanyi Pavilion, and it's lively now!"

In the room, a chuckle suddenly sounded.

Someone recognized the powder-faced fat man who came out of room eight, and called out, but the voice was fluttering, as if it was echoing in all directions, and the people living in this courtyard were all masters, and no one could tell who made the sound.

"Humph!"

Someone snorted coldly, but it was the red-clothed young man with a sword on his back who said he wanted to change rooms.

At this moment, he looked at the fat man with clusters of flowers who came out of room eight, his face was a little dark, and there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes, but he didn't mean to back down.

"Jiangbei Xuanyi Pavilion, is it very powerful, my Wu clan in southern Xinjiang, but I have never been afraid of anyone......"

"Hehe......"

In room four, there was a chuckle suddenly, but instead of pretending to be a ghost like the previous person, he didn't know where he came from, it was a bewitching and charming woman's voice, just listening to it, it made people itch all over the body, very strange.

"The three major clans in southern Xinjiang, the Huahai family, the Longshan Cang family, and the Shibao Wu family, it is said that this generation can be regarded as a few rare seedlings, but it is better to be famous than to meet, the disciples from the Shibao Wu family are so unbearable, it is a little disappointing......

"Huh?"

Among the eighteen rooms, there must be people who didn't know the origin of this young man in red with a sword, and when they heard the words of the bewitching woman, they were a little surprised, and glanced at him slightly.

The seven domains of the southern realm, the left of the river, the right of the river, the south of the river, the north of the river, the Fanhai, the south of the border, and the domain of gods and demons, a total of seven.

Jiang Zuo has Yi Shengxue, Blue Devil Yi, Si Annan, Dugu Yinglong, Dugu Yingxiong, Zhou Qiluo, these are top young masters.

There are four pavilions in Jiangbei, Xuanyi Pavilion, Red Cloth Pavilion, Purple Cloth Pavilion, and White Cloth Pavilion.

The fat man in the flower clothes who looks a little like the rich man of the soil, the rustic atmosphere in the soil, is the most outstanding disciple of the generation of Xuanyi Pavilion in Jiangbei, and he is also the only son of the master of Xuanyi Pavilion.

And this red-clothed young man who looked a little reckless and inferior turned out to be a disciple of the Wu family among the Seven Domains and the Three Clans in Southern Xinjiang.

The Shibao Wu family is famous for its Seven Luo Steps and Soul Breaking Sword, which is a rare ancient clan in the world, and Wu Qingyuan, a disciple of the Shibao Wu family, does not seem to be as unbearable as it seems.

But thinking about it, it is also easy to stand out from the various realms and get the disciples who participate in the Southern Realm Young Monk Ring, no matter how they look on the outside, no one can underestimate them before they really enter the ring.

"Who are you, you dare to insult my Wu family like this, Wu will not spare you?"

Wu Qingyuan didn't expect that his origin would be revealed by someone, and there was a lot of disdain in his tone, and his face suddenly turned red.

In addition, he was a little afraid of the fat man in the flower clothes, and at this time, it was a woman who spoke out, so she naturally took the opportunity to be angry, and she had the intention of asking the teacher.

"Hehe......"

The girl's beautiful voice sounded again, as if it came directly to the bottom of the heart of the young man in red: "Wu Gongzi is so good-tempered, Yu Nu is so afraid, although Wu Gongzi can rest assured, Yu Nu will not say anything." ”

"Jade slave?"

Hearing this name, many people suddenly felt a pang in their hearts.

In the land on the right side of the river, there is a taboo-like name, called 'Red Flower Ghost Girl', it is rumored that she was born with a good appearance, but she was poisoned since she was a child, disfigured her appearance, and devoured her body with ten thousand poisons, thus becoming an extremely terrifying existence.

She is very talented and very good, she followed a person to cultivate when she was young, and later practiced a ghost art, unpredictable and terrifying.

Her name is Yu Nu, isn't this person her?

Everyone was not surprised that a woman appeared in this small courtyard.

The people who came here to watch the battle, even though they were divided into the upper courtyard and the lower courtyard of the Maha, were separated, but the people who participated in the battle were not separated from each other, after all, there were only more than 100 people in total, and at most two or three courtyards were full, so there was no need to separate.

The cultivators didn't care about these things, so they weren't very curious about the appearance of a woman in this courtyard.