Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

"Didn't you see? Elder Yun just now...just now..."

"What?"

"You're actually blushing!"

"What... what?"

"Are you kidding, it's impossible!"

"Speak clearly, why is Elder Yun blushing, why is he blushing?"

When the words spread, everyone immediately exclaimed and their faces changed.

Yun Xianghan, who has always been aloof and cold, actually blush?

Well, it's okay even if she blushed, but the key question is, why is she blushing?

"I seem to see her blushing too. I thought it was an illusion just now, but now it doesn't look like it!"

"Hurry up and get to the point! Why is Elder Yun blushing?"

"My mother... how do I know why she blushes?"

"It can't be because of Jiang Tian, ​​right?" Someone glared and shouted.

When the words spread, there was a dead silence in the crowd. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, the corners of their eyes twitched, and each of them looked like they were going to eat people.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"He is a Chongyang Realm minion, how can He De let Elder Yun..."

"I don't believe he has such abilities even if he is killed!"

Everyone gritted their teeth and shouted angrily, staring at Jiang Tian with cannibalistic eyes, as if they had a life-and-death enmity with him.

"It's unreasonable! Don't let me meet him this time, or I will definitely make him look good!"

"Don't worry, there are so many of us, there will always be someone who will run into him. When the time comes, everyone, don't hold back and beat me to death!"

"Yes! Beat it to death!"

Everyone raised their arms and shouted, each and every one was filled with righteous indignation. In their eyes, Jiang Tian seemed to have become a public enemy, and they wanted to gang up and beat him up!

"A bunch of idiots!"

Jiang Tian looked at everyone coldly, frowned and sighed.

Even he himself didn't understand why Yun Xianghan had that reaction, but these people couldn't help but make wild guesses one by one, it was really speechless!

At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation in the square, and everyone looked towards the edge of the square one after another, all showing fanatic expressions!

"Look, it's an inner disciple!"

"Hiss! The inner disciples are finally here!"

Seeing those powerful inner doors approaching quickly, the square suddenly exploded.

Everyone's eyes were fiery and excited, and they all showed awe in their eyes!

"Inner disciple?"

Jiang Tian followed the prestige, and saw a group of martial artists with clothes obviously different from those of the outer disciples striding forward, appearing in the square with arrogance!

Although the clothes of these people are not the same, they all have the unique silver moiré logo embroidered on the chest of the inner disciples to show their identity different from the outer disciples.

They all have a strong aura, and they show arrogance and domineering in every gesture, and there is a look of disdain all over their bodies!

Looking at the many outer disciples in the square, their expressions were cold and disdainful.

"I don't know how the sect did it, but let us compete with the juniors from the outer sect. It's just speechless!" A tall yellow-robed disciple lightly brushed the silver moire on his chest, his eyes flickered. Over a trace of disdain.

"Isn't it all because of the Martial Dao Conference of Canglan Country next year?" A white-robed disciple next to him shook his head and sneered.

"Everyone, calm down! If we don't arrange it like this, our competition will probably start after the outer martial arts competition is over, which is also a waste of time!" The red-robed disciple next to him shook his head and smiled, and said lightly.

"The Zongmen is playing the piano like crazy! Could it be that the inner and outer sects can't be separated and carried out independently?" A sharp-faced green-robed disciple frowned and complained, with a displeased expression on his face.

The red-robed disciple shook his head and sneered: "Can't you figure it out? Hehe, then go ask the suzerain and the elders!"

"You..." The man's face froze, and he forcibly held back the words that came to his lips.

Although he is an inner sect disciple, he does not dare to directly question the suzerain and elders, even those top inner sect geniuses with astonishing aptitudes do not have such qualifications and power.

But their troubles are not without reason.

Compared with previous years, this sect martial arts meeting has undergone a lot of changes, that is, the boundary between inner and outer sects has been broken, and all disciples gathered together for a mixed competition.

The main purpose of doing this is to save time. Of course, the sect has another consideration, which is to use the strong pressure of the inner disciples to accelerate the growth of those outer disciples!

After all, it is impossible for the senior sect's eyes to be limited to the Martial Dao Conference of the Canglan Nation.

Even the Tianfeng martial arts meeting three years later is not their ultimate goal.

For a sect, the biggest goal is to cultivate generations of talented disciples so that the entire sect can prosper forever.

"Okay, these things are not for us to worry about. We can do whatever the sect arranges. Anyway, these outer disciples are not our opponents. Let's warm up for us."

A tall white-robed disciple walked out of the crowd. Even among the inner disciples here, he put on an air of superiority.

But none of the fellow students next to him refused to accept it, and even showed respectful expressions.

"I've seen Brother Priest!"

"Brother Pastor is right!"

"The Zongmen must have arranged for them to do this. Let's just use our strength and compete well."

Everyone bowed their hands to the resident pastor, and they didn't dare to offend him at all. Even the sharp-faced green-robed disciple just now put away his displeasure and became respectful.

This person's name is Mu Yun, and he is a top expert in the inner sect. His strength has already surpassed many elders of the sect, and he even has a certain say in many matters of the inner sect.

This kind of character is not comparable to ordinary inner disciples, and the weight of what they say is of course different.

Mu Yunyun was very satisfied with everyone's performance, nodded slowly, smiled proudly, and waved for everyone to move on.

"Let's go, the elders are coming one after another, we can't neglect!"

Under his leadership, everyone quickened their pace and walked towards the inner disciple area next to the spectator seats.

"Brother Priest, the arrangement of this sect's martial arts meeting is indeed a bit inappropriate, can't we let the juniors complain a few words?"

Suddenly there was an arrogant and unruly voice from the crowd, but it was another inner disciple venting his depression.

Mu Yun frowned, his eyes were a little cold, he turned to look at the man, but he didn't get angry.

It was a tall and thin green-robed martial artist, his aura was not under the cloud of Mu Yun, and he had a cynical expression on his face, as if even an occasion like the Zongmen martial arts meeting couldn't make him serious.

"Di Feng, do you have an opinion on the arrangement of the suzerain and the elders?" Mu Yun frowned and said coldly.

Di Feng, a green-robed disciple, laughed: "Of course I have an opinion! Let me ask you, among the low-level disciples from the outer sect, who can compete with us? And who can really become our opponent?" Although Mu Yunyun was dissatisfied with his attitude, the other party's words were indeed true. Although he was a little depressed, he couldn't refute directly.