The protagonist's name is Mo Nan, and he is a disciple of Nanzhou Huanxu Sect.

As the main character, his appearance is naturally first-class good.

Unlike the glamorous and evil Nangong Qingke, Mo Nan is like a white lotus open in the courtyard, pure and sexy.

No wonder Nangong Qingke, the prodigal son who has lived in the midst of thousands of flowers, likes him so much.

Now it is a fifty-in-twelve game, and in the original book, Nangong Qingke lost the game because of the release of water.

Fortunately, there is a repechage match later, otherwise the Hehuan Sect would have stopped here.

In Song Heqing's view, this Nangong Qingke is a lack of lessons, and the Dao Conference is related to the interests and reputation of various sects, and he really doesn't know what to do if he takes it as a child's play.

For the sake of the person he likes, he puts aside the interests of the sect, and even doesn't care about his own wins and losses, and is pure love brain.

They haven't been together yet, so they posted it upside down, and they also provoked a perverted demon.

The competition is imminent, and Nangong Qingke is actually teasing Mo Nan:

"Little beauty, I didn't expect you to really break into the top fifty, what should I do if I get hurt when I can do it?"

"Hmph, you don't need to worry about it."

Mo Nan didn't give face at all, in his opinion, this person was a sticky psoriasis, annoying.

"Game on!"

With the referee's order, Mo Nan took the lead in drawing his sword and attacking.

The sword is very powerful.

Nangong Qingke was very coquettish, and took out a fan to resist.

Mo Nan is a water and wood double spirit root, and the common protagonist is equipped with a standard spirit root.

Along with the sword, there are many vines that snake like green snakes.

Nangong Qingke's mana was very strong, and the fan flew and easily dodged the first attack.

He is good at using spices, and every time he fans it, he carries a burst of fragrance.

There is a hidden medicinal effect in these flavors, but it's a pity that it touched the protagonist.

Mo Nan's spiritual root, coupled with his good luck after being reborn, has eaten a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures.

The body is not invasive, and it is not much worse.

He immediately noticed that something was wrong with the fragrance, and deliberately showed the flaws, slowing down the movements of his hands and feet, and his eyes were blurred, as if he had been hit.

Nangong Qingke took the opportunity to bully him, and just as he was about to pick up the beauty, the beauty's eyes suddenly cleared, and the long sword slashed a sword flower, like a snake turning back, and slashed straight at him.

The sword style is too fast and too insidious, if you change to someone else, I am afraid that you will lose, Nangong Qingke immediately turned back the folding fan and blocked this blow.

"Beauty, I knew you would do this, but I'm still so sad!"

His appearance made Song Heqing speechless.

If you want to compare, you can compare, and you flirt.

Subsequently, the plot in the novel appeared, and Nangong Qingke actually fell back a few meters by himself, covering his chest:

"I lost ......"

"This ......" The referee was stunned, he had never seen anything like this, and it was too child's play.

However, he has already admitted defeat, so he naturally wants to be judged.

"Hehuan Sect Nangong Qingke was defeated and joined the repechage match."

Mo Nan was surprised:

"What are you doing here?"

Nangong Qingke ruffled her hair, leaned over, and pretended to be chic and said:

"I'm worried that if you lose, if you lose the repechage, then you can only retire and not see you in the final."

After finishing speaking, Nangong Qingke also touched his face, turned around and ran away, Mo Nan was red from his neck to the tips of his ears.

Not shyness, but anger.

Nangong actually looked at him so flat.

In the audience, there was also a person looking at Nangong Qingke, his eyes full of anger.

Song Heqing had already discovered him:

"This is the male protagonist, right?"

"Yes, host."

"It's just a baby."

"Don't underestimate his Yuan Infant Stage, he can leapfrog and defeat the Avatar Cultivator here."

"He is of such a level, how can he overwhelm the demons and become the demon king?"

9527 paused:

"The pure demon king's bloodline is suppressed, and the challenge of leapfrogging is added."

"There's nothing innovative about this novel."

In the afternoon, Nangong Qingke really succeeded in winning the repechage match and entered the finals.

At night, Song Heqing relied on the token and came to the courtyard of the Hehuan Sect.

At this time, there were a lot of male friars outside the wall, all probing their brains.

Song Heqing was curious, they were all amazed when they saw him, and then showed hostility.

This strange contrast made Song Heqing not quite understand what was going on.

There is a monastic:

"Isn't it, brother, you look like this, what are you doing here?"

"That's right, as soon as you come, these fairies of the Hehuan Sect, how can there be us in their eyes."

Song Heqing understood a little, but he still didn't know what was going on.

As far back as he can remember, he had never attended a conference on the Tao, and he didn't know what that meant by that.

"9527, what the hell are they doing?"

"Host, it's not written in the original book, and I don't know."

Just when Song Heqing was confused, the door opened, and several female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect came out, and the men quickly rushed up.

"Fairy, look at me, look at me!"

"You can't, you're ugly."

"What about me? Fairy. ”

"You're too short."

These nuns pick and choose among men, like pork.

Song Heqing stood silently aside, and soon, this wave of fire burned on him.

Seeing him, the eyes of these nuns straightened:

"Sisters, this is mine."

"These kaolin flowers are my favorite, why should I give them to you."

"Since my sister likes it, my sister likes it too."

This enthusiastic gesture seems to understand why Nangong Qingke likes men.

"Sisters, you have to ask Childe first."

"Childe, you're here to choose me, right?"

"It must be me."

Song Heqing: "I'm looking for Hu Yuncui."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several women immediately changed, and they looked at him like fools:

"You're crazy, our Elder Hu is a monk in the late stage of Jindan, you look for her to double cultivate, be careful to suck you dry."

Song Heqing didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, and directly took out the elder token.

Several people looked at each other.

"This ...... You are from the Hehuan Sect, how come I have never seen one? ”

"yes, it's still the Elder Token, where did you get it?"

"I've never seen an elder like this."

Apparently none of these nuns believed it.

Song Heqing asked again: "I can see Hu Yuncui now, right?"

Just as they hesitated, a male voice rang out:

"What are you doing here?"

"Senior Brother Nangong, this person is holding the Elder Token of my faction, but he is very angry."

It was Nangong Qingke who came.

He looked Song Heqing up and down, first showing a little picky, but found that he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation, so he said:

"I don't know what Your Excellency wants me to send Elder Hu for? Also, this token ...... Where did it come from? ”

Song Heqing: "The token is mine."

"Huh?"

At this moment, Nangong Qingke couldn't make up her mind, so she had to pass on Hu Yuncui in the sound room.

"Oh? If there is such a thing, let him in. ”

In the end, Song Heqing still got his wish and met Hu Yuncui.

She was lying on the soft couch, closing her eyes and pretending to sleep.

When Song Heqing came in, she opened her eyes, turned over and got up, with a pair of beautiful eyes revealing vigilance:

"Who the hell are you?"

Hu Yuncui found that she couldn't see through this man's cultivation, and she didn't even have a little mana fluctuation.

Mortal? No way!

As a Jindan monk, she didn't dare to make a conclusion so easily.

Those who can become Dan in the Hehuan Sect are ruthless people, and they still have this bit of eyesight.

Song Heqing's eyes turned into vertical pupils, and the snow-white scales on his cheeks loomed.

It was just a short moment, Hu Yuncui's eyes widened, as if he realized something, and turned his head and instructed Nangong Qingke on the side:

"You go out first."

"But ......"

"Huh?"

"The disciple obeys the ......"

Although Nangong Qingke was full of doubts, he still obeyed the order and walked out.

The door just closed.

Hu Yuncui pounced and knelt in front of Song Heqing:

"The ancestor is above, the disciple has missed the distance, and he hopes to forgive his sins!"