The red tent has a lot of space inside, which is absolutely unexpected.

From the outside, it was just a small camp, but when I was in it, I found that this camp was as gorgeous, noble and spacious as a palace.

There is no doubt that this tent contains the law of space.

The phantom talisman in the tent is beautiful, and the main layout pattern is red, and the red layout sets off Zhao Zhiyu, who is sitting on the main seat, more and more beautiful.

Mo Yan had never seen Zhao Zhiyu before, he only glanced at it today, he admitted that his heart was very shaken, he had seen countless women in his previous life, and he was already quite immune to women, but Rao was like this, a beauty of Zhao Zhiyu's level was indeed rare.

Lang Yong's surname has always been flamboyant and talkative, and the moment he entered the camp, he couldn't help but have a noisy mouth and entangled. But after he saw Zhao Zhiyu clearly, he seemed to have been cast by someone, and immediately became another person.

He became docile and obedient, looking at the nose and the nose and the heart, like an orthodox monk. His cheeks were slightly red, dyed with two red clouds, and he looked a little cute, and he could really scare people who didn't know him.

Mo Yan understands this kid, and looking at this kid's appearance, it is easy to think of a rooster in heat. The rooster uses its flamboyant feathers to attract a different surname, but Lang Yong tries to use his depth and connotation to release the hormones of his male surname.

"After all, it's just a child!" Mo Yan said secretly in his heart, no matter how shrewd and cunning Lang Yong usually was, no matter how mature he looked, he was now exposed.

To try a man's background, a woman is the best tool, and a beautiful woman like Zhao Zhiyu is an excellent tool.

Compared with Lang Yong's pretending, the fat man Hong Bao is more direct.

This time, he really stared at Zhao Zhiyu, drooling while watching, Harazi flowed out a foot long, and the full-looking pig brother, with his figure, played mentally retarded cerebral palsy without makeup.

Mo Yan held the fragrant tea in front of him and tasted it carefully, the taste of the fragrant tea was extraordinary, and a sip made the mouth refreshed, refreshing, and it was not ordinary at first glance.

In Mo Yan's heart, he never thought that he would still have the opportunity to meet Miss Zhao of Hong Xiaozhu.

In the Fu cultivation world, as long as Hong Xiaozhu mentions Hong Xiaozhu, any monk will be in awe, the owner of such an institution is definitely the existence of the peak of the thirty-seven cities of Yeshui.

Mo Yan is very self-aware, with his current cultivation, in the eyes of a truly strong man, he is just an ant-like existence, and there is no intersection between him and Hong Xiaozhu.

But to his surprise, today he not only met Zhao Zhiyu, but also received her hospitality, and entered the "red tent", which is regarded as the most mysterious existence in the eyes of many monks.

For such an encounter, Mo Yan blamed him on an accident, he didn't seriously think about why there was such an accident, the way he chose was silence, and using silence to deal with accidents was often the best choice.

Zhao Zhiyu's eyes wandered, she kept laughing, but she didn't say a word.

Her eyes kept passing over the faces of Mo Yan and the others, she was so beautiful that there seemed to be a strong coercion in her gaze, and those who were looked at by her would feel helpless and uncomfortable.

"The three of you, two of them were recommended by me, I really didn't expect that the two of you could shine in the fighting method of the Immortal King Square, especially in Mr. Feng's big trial ground, you are famous Ye Shui, it is really a great achievement.

Do you know that it was five of your teachers who begged me to come over today, and they valued the three of you very much, saying that the three of you are rare geniuses......"

Zhao Zhiyu's voice is as beautiful as a nightingale, and her words of praise come out through her beautiful voice, which has a special magic, which makes people feel numb from their hearts, and then fluttering, and the bones in her body are so light that they turn into feathers.

"Thank you! Thank you...... Miss...... Belch...... Thank you......" Lang Yong tried his best to maintain his demeanor, but his voice trembled and he spoke incoherently, and his usual sharp teeth were useless at this time.

Mo Yan didn't speak, and his heart was even more strange, he didn't understand why the fairy-like Zhao Zhiyu was so approachable.

Mo Yan didn't think that the three of them would have such charm, and he didn't think that the three of them would have any great talents worthy of being recruited by a powerhouse of Zhao Zhiyu's level.

Things are abnormal, that is, demons, but Mo Yan's heart has become calmer.

Zhao Zhiyu spoke again, and she said, "You have offended a lot of people this time, especially the Black Nightmare Demon Rider and the Flying Tiger Army, they are all extremely united. In the Great Proving Ground, you have the advantage of the Talisman Formation, and you can have an advantage.

But once this factor is put aside, the cultivation of the three of you is not enough, and you are far from being able to compete with them, so you have to be extremely careful!"

At this point, she paused, and then continued:

"Mo Yan and Lang Yong, since you are the candidates I recommend, I will definitely not let go!"

With a bright smile, she clapped her hands gently, and a person walked out from behind the curtain behind her, covering her face, and judging by her figure, it should be a female surname. She was dressed in black robes and was black from head to toe.

As soon as she appeared, she gave people an invisible pressure, and Mo Yan felt awe-inspiring in his heart.

Is this the breath of death, the Great Death Dao?

"Her name is Aqiu, Mo Yan, she will follow you in the future!" Zhao Zhiyu said. Her tone was flat, but unmistakable.

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, then returned to normal, and arched his hand: "Thank you, Miss Zhao!"

Zhao Zhiyu's gaze swept across Mo Yan's face, and this time her gaze stopped for a long time.

From the very beginning, Zhao Zhiyu had been observing Mo Yan, and she was surprised in her heart, because she found that she couldn't figure out this young man.

This is really unbelievable, Mo Yan is just a little monk in the rune realm, even if his talent is amazing, his experience is still shallow after all, how can such a monk have such a city?

Mo Yan's performance is a "light" word.

He seemed to see everything very lightly, and it was difficult to see the change in his expression whatever Zhao Zhiyu said.

Zhao Zhiyu asked Aqiu to follow Mo Yan, this was a great gift, and it was also a great love, but Mo Yan's expression still did not change, as if everything was like this, everything was in his expectation.

This feeling is very weird, especially when Mo Yan looked at Zhao Zhiyu's eyes, Zhao Zhiyu couldn't see anything amazing, admired, adored, ** and so on in his eyes.

Mo Yan is like a glass of boiled water, indifferent and tasteless, which makes people very awkward and uncomfortable!

Aqiu!

Mo Yan's eyes stayed on this black-clothed nun, and when he saw this woman, the first thing he thought of was a ninja.

This woman's outfit and give people the feeling of being a ninja from another time and space.

Mysterious, living in shadow and darkness, acting as a shadow, and endless silence.

"Is this a dumb person?" Mo Yan's divine thoughts swept over the female cultivator, and there was a question in his heart.

Because he was shocked to find that this female cultivator turned out to be a monk of the Yuan Force Realm, and this female cultivator's Yuan Force illusion turned out to be the faint black above his head.

If you don't look closely, you won't be able to find this black, and her all-black outfit just covers up her illusion, giving people great confusion and making people unable to see through her true cultivation.

"Why did Zhao Zhiyu arrange such a powerful monk for himself by his side? What is the purpose? Because of his appreciation for himself? Because he has a deep affection for the sixth prince?"

Mo Yan couldn't judge the reason, and he was really worried about his cultivation now, so he didn't object to Zhao Zhiyu's arrangement.

Mo Yan didn't think that Zhao Zhiyu was a friend, because Mo Yan didn't think he was qualified to be Zhao Zhiyu's friend.

In the same way, Mo Yan did not think that Zhao Zhiyu was an enemy, because Mo Yan was not qualified to be Zhao Zhiyu's enemy.

is not an enemy, not a friend, Zhao Zhiyu can provide such a great convenience, Mo Yan smiled with peace of mind, this is his logic.

Perhaps, Zhao Zhiyu really took a fancy to Mo Yan's potential and had the meaning of wooing.

If this is the case, Mo Yan doesn't care, looking at the entire Thirty-Seven Cities of Yeshui, except for Zhao Ketian, who can compare to Hong Xiaozhu?

Mo Yan didn't know that his simple logic had become unfathomable in the eyes of others.

Zhao Zhiyu's eyes were always wandering on Mo Yan, and Lang Yong on the side looked at it in his eyes, with envy and jealousy in his heart, but his eyes looking at Mo Yan became more and more admired.

"The boss is really the boss, and the ability to pretend to be forced is so profound. Even a fairy-level beauty like Miss has eaten him, it's really unreasonable......"

Lang Yong secretly said in his heart, as soon as he moved this thought, the steady and mature image that he had been trying to maintain was a little deformed, his small eyes were rolling around, and he finally couldn't help it, and said:

"Miss, Boss Mo has Aqiu to follow, and there is no problem with safety. But...... That one...... Ahem, ahem...... I'm ...... It's not enough to cultivate, that ......"

Lang Yong worked hard to express what he meant, naturally he felt that Mo Yan was very pompous with a cool female cultivator by his side, and he also wanted to fight for treatment.

Hong Fat Man smiled on the side: "I don't want people to follow me, because I just follow the boss!"

Lang Yong's face was pale, his eyes looked at the fat man, and he wanted to swallow him in one gulp.

Zhao Zhiyu Yingying smiled and said, "Ye Shui City has arrived, and below is the Immortal King Square, you can go down from here!"

Xianwang Square is still so majestic, the guardian immortal of Yeshui City, and Zhao Wentian, one of the eight immortal kings, stands in Xianwang Square, and the momentum is amazing.

Seeing Mo Yan and the others step onto the Immortal King Square and go away, Zhao Zhiyu's gaze did not retract for a long time.

The Immortal King's Monument is a relic left by Zhao Xianwang, and the Xianwang Square is actually built by the items left by Zhao Xianwang, and few people know this secret.

Mo Yan was able to understand the Immortal King's Monument, and he contacted the famous Immortal King Square several times, is all this a factor of "immortal seed"?

Zhao Zhiyu frowned slightly, puzzled......

(To be continued)