Fantasy: My green plum is actually the heroine

The two look at each other.

When Zeng Yeye saw Fan Yunmo's natural dusty temperament, to be honest, he was really panicked, and in an instant, a variety of cannon fodder was killed by the child of destiny, and his face suddenly turned pale and weak.

However, Fan Yunmo's face was calm, but he glanced at Ye Yan, the youngest in the back of the Spirit Miao Sect team, uncertainly, and quickly withdrew his eyes and feelings.

According to the timeline, the supporting actor who often bullied Yan Xueli in the Lingmiao Sect in the original work is a young man of the same age as him, but Fan Yunmo is not quite sure if it is him, but Ye Yan's hostile eyes seem to be like that, it is obvious that the road is narrow.

He pulled Yan Xueli behind him, and at this time, he didn't want her to show her face too much, without him, the main thing was that he was too able to find trouble.

At the same time, he looked at Zeng Yeye strangely, as a disciple of the Spirit Sect, he should not have a very good first impression of them, but at this moment, there was a sense of déjà vu from him.

"Sorry, I..." Fan Yunmo arched his hand, paused, remembered that Bai Wanning was still there, and looked around a little crowded, so he changed his tone and smiled kindly: "My friend doesn't like contact with the opposite sex, if you disturb, please forgive me." Zeng

Yeye just opened his mouth, but Ye Yan behind him was the first to speak.

"Hmph! Don't you Yunling Sect disciples even apologize when they hit someone!? Ye Yan sneered in the rear, "This is your Yunling Sect's hospitality? Fan

Yunmo's expression was tepid when he heard this, the breeze was just right, and the gentle sunlight reflected on his beautiful face was very kind, approachable: "It is true that my friend was at fault first, but she has not yet entered my Yunling Sect, and she is not a disciple of my Yunling Sect, but as her person in charge, I sincerely apologize to this friend."

Ye Yan still wanted to say something, but saw Fan Yunmo raise a pair of cold eyes containing endless sword qi swept over, the tiger's body was shocked, and he suddenly retreated backwards like a loss of concentration, pursed his lips and lowered his head and did not dare to say more.

He........ Feeling the difference between the clouds and mud, it was a deep soul-level fear, like seeing a natural enemy.

"Friend, as the saying goes, spare people and spare people, I have already apologized for my friend, don't be aggressive again, be careful to slip and fall halfway." For this suspected male partner Ye Yan, Fan Yunmo did not panic at all, but cleverly used his divine soul to give him a dismount, otherwise if he was brainless and aggressive, Fan Yunmo would not mind making a move.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being Yan Xueli, who has just gone down the mountain and has not taken a few steps to get into trouble, her current cultivation is not bad, she already has the strength of the third layer of the human network realm, but she is still 108,000 miles away from the world.

And if it weren't for Yan Xueli's disgusted eyes just now, as if she wanted to burn her clothes on the spot, Fan Yunmo would have almost forgotten that she was still a little misogynistic, after all, they basically stayed in Taoyuan Peak, and they couldn't contact any outsiders at all, except for the senior brothers and sisters in the sect.

Zeng Yeye saw that his junior brother was deflated, and he was also a teacher, although he was displeased in his heart, but he was helpless, and he raised his sleeve to wipe his sweat with a strange look, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, it's peaceful." Despised person Zeng Ye Ye, name Zeng, cursive Ye Ye, Wei Ye Ye, the family hopes that I will be brilliant and promising, so I came up with such a name, from the Lingmiao Sect, I don't know what the name of the little brother is.........?

"Fan Yun Mo, Van of Dust, Famous Cloud Mo, White Cloud in the Sky, Pen and Ink of Paper and Ink." Fan Yunmo said lightly: "It's Yunling Sect, a disciple of Taoyuan Peak." "

Last name Fan?

Zeng Yeye felt strange, shouldn't he be surnamed Ye, Su, Xiao, Lin......... Quietly squinting at his little junior brother, the confirmation in his heart began to gradually waver.

Could it be that his own little junior brother is the protagonist!?

Zeng Yeye thought for a moment, and in order to confirm his identity, he said with a smile: "Ha, it turns out that the little brother is actually a disciple of Yunling Sect's Taoyuan Peak!" I will say that the little brother has an extraordinary temperament and personability, and he is indeed a cultivator who is different from the world.

His words attracted the attention of countless people around, there were many eyes and ears, and everywhere they cast their eyes were curious, perhaps they did not know Fan Yunmo, but they knew the prestige of the Peach Blossom Sword Technique of the Taoyuan Peak of the Yunling Sect, which made Fan Yunmo's hands and feet restrained, and felt a little unnatural.

For Zeng Yeye's inexplicable praise, Fan Yunmo frowned slightly.

Zeng Yeye was full of smiles, not aware of what he was doing, but very familiar stepped forward and continued to ask: "Brother Fan, have you had all the troubles recently?" Often provoked by fellow students? Or fix it to stop leaking or something? In

the face of his inquiry, Fan Yunmo's face was strange, how to say that Zeng Yeye looked older than him, and called him a brother and brother, it was inevitable that he would feel that he was provoking, and these questions seemed to be asking himself whether he was the protagonist, after all, these are well-known fantasy old routines, even people who don't like to read fantasy novels know such a cool routine.

"No, it didn't."

Just when Zeng Yeye wanted to continue to say something, a magnanimous figure interrupted their conversation, a tendon flesh sword ruthlessly looked extremely tiger-backed and bear-backed, and behind him was a small immortal sword, imposing and not easy to provoke.

At this moment, Jian Ruthless looked particularly outstanding in the crowd.

Zeng Yeye looked at him in disbelief, his eyes were round, as if he had seen a ghost, after all, in the world of immortal cultivation, people who can train their bodies to this point are obviously people who cultivate physically, but he is carrying an immortal sword, which simply refreshes Zeng Yeye's cognition.

I didn't want the sword to walk straight behind Fan Yunmo, and he slapped him the shoulder with a smile, which scared Zeng Yeye to think that Fan Yunmo was going to die young because of this, and he didn't want him to have nothing at all, but said with a bitter smile:

"Senior brother Sword blind."

"Haha little junior brother, the centennial exchange meeting is about to begin, the sect master asked us to hurry over, why are you still grinding here?" The sword smiled ruthlessly.

"No, there was some misunderstanding, I'll rush over now."

"Misunderstanding?" The sword mercilessly sword eyebrows, glanced at the people of the Spirit Sect, the powerful oppression made them dare not come out, the deep eyes were different from the oppression brought by Fan Yunmo, as if an endless abyss stared at them, empty and mysterious, no one knew what monsters were lurking underneath.

.........

It wasn't until the sword ruthlessly left with Fan Yunmo that everyone in the Lingmiao Sect felt their bodies loosen, as if they had just turned from a person who had just sunk in the deep sea, greedily breathing every inch of fresh air.

"Who is he and why is he so terrifying!?" Ye Yan's pale lips trembled slightly, and he still had palpitations.

Zeng Yeye smiled bitterly and said, "Junior Brother Ye, I'm afraid that this person is the hot demon sword blind at the exchange meeting, and the big disciple of the Yunling Sect Sword Soul Peak is ruthless, not a height that mediocre people like us can reach, perhaps....... He is stronger than any of our elders.

Ye Yan clenched his fist, his face was full of shock, but he didn't want Zeng Yeye to continue: "There is also Fang Cai's Fan Xiaoyou, his cultivation is profound, even I can't see the depth of Dao, I'm afraid that he has already achieved Daoism in the seventh or eighth layer of the Human Connections Realm."

"Boom!"

Everyone in the Lingmiao Sect let out an exclamation when they heard this, Zeng Yeye's words made them know the difference between themselves and the Dingdi Sect, if they were the awesome immortal sect in the mortal dust, then the Yunling Sect was an existence that the True Cultivation World did not dare to look up to.

As a genius known as a "once-in-a-century rare encounter" genius in the Lingmiao Sect, he has now reached a height that ordinary people cannot reach at the age of fifteen, and the fifth layer of the human network realm, only one foot away from the sixth layer, does not want Zeng Yeye's words at this moment to make him understand what it means to "there are people outside the people, and there is a sky outside the sky." "

At the moment.

Six representative disciples of the Yunling Sect's peak veins had gathered on the brilliant square, and Fan Yunmo was naturally one of them, and letting them show their faces at this time was nothing more than to show their heritage and deterrence, after all, there were many sects that wanted to replace the Yunling Sect.

Feng Ziling's eyes are as cold as ice, her hair shawl and blue silk are like a waterfall, and her head is wearing a delicately inlaid gold and jade phoenix crown, gold inlaid with sideburns, and she behaves dignified with a smile.

The noble and elegant temperament is unforgettable, wearing a black dress and gold-rimmed off-the-shoulder palace robe, a lifelike golden phoenix imprinted on the dark gold palace robe is very domineering Ling Ran, under the hem of a pair of crystal beautiful jade feet are wrapped in thin black silk, perfectly outlined, looming under the twilight looming transparent, indifferent and ruthless face like a generation of female emperors in the dust, reigning in the world!

It is completely filled with an imperial momentum from the high-ranking person, and the holy face of the white lotus can be viewed from afar and cannot be profane, making people can only be viewed from afar.

Fan Yunmo blinked his eyes, to be honest, Feng Ziling has changed a lot at this moment, it is difficult to think of the gentle and amiable appearance in the past.

Everyone looked away, their eyes were like ten thousand lights, whether it was the cultivators who had participated in the previous years, or the young people who saw the exchange meeting for the first time at a young age, they all waited with excitement for the gorgeous and indifferent Feng Ziling Zhu lips to lightly open, waiting for the opening of the exchange meeting.

Just because if this exchange achieves good results, not only can they bring glory to their sect, but they can also get rich rewards, just entering the top hundred can get pills and resources that they did not imagine, and those who can come to Yunling Sect to participate in the exchange meeting are all geniuses carefully selected by various sects to participate, outstanding figures.

Ye Yan looked at the glorious figure standing next to Feng Ziling on the square of Yunling Sect, his white clothes were like a brilliant pearl, the heat in his eyes was even stronger, and he clenched his fists and said: "Senior brother, I will catch up with them until I become a figure they can't chase, and win glory for my Lingmiao Sect!" "

He swore that he would not think of the opposite, and he considered himself extraordinary.

Zeng Yeye was silent for a long time, not knowing how to answer.

For a long time, he smiled bitterly and did not say anything, did not think of destroying his dream, after all, his junior brother's surname is Ye, maybe he is really the protagonist, maybe it may really become a reality.

It's just that........ Which Fan Xiaoyou is the protagonist?

Zeng Yeye squinted at him.

So far, Zeng Yeye knows how difficult it is to survive in the fantasy world, he has experienced "killing people and robbing treasures", "secret calculations with the same door", "escaping from death".......... and so on, but the strength is still difficult to improve, there is simply no such opportunity, talent as other fantasy protagonists, and even the standard system of the traverser is not available, and the antiquities bought casually by the roadside stall are worthless garbage, since then he knows that he is not a child of destiny, so he lives more carefully than ever.

During the period, his eyes were fierce, he had seen countless characters suspected of being the son of the protagonist of destiny, thinking that if he befriended him, he would be able to live strongly, and so far, it is a pity that all the characters he has befriended have either died halfway, or fell deep into the secret realm, and there is no corpse in death, it is completely accompanied by death, except for some senior brothers in the sect who can still hold on, to be honest, everyone who should go has left, even the master who took him as an apprentice............

Distance.

Yan Xueli also looked at Fan Yunmo standing beside Feng Ziling on the square, his mind was restless, and the unreachable feeling gradually quietly released in his heart, and he was more determined to improve his strength and lock him around.

She hoped that the person who could stand beside Fan Yunmo at this moment was herself, not Feng Ziling, the head of a sect, even if there were outstanding figures from various peaks attending together, but Yan Xueli didn't want to see Fan Yunmo staying by the side of other women for a moment, let alone let him show up.

Because when Fan Yunmo appeared, the enchanting and colorful Jade Miao Sect demon girl on the other side had already begun to act as a demon, and those pair of impatient eyes seemed to want to swallow Fan Yunmo alive.

Yan Xueli naturally knew what kind of method the demon girl of the Jade Miao Sect was cultivating, so she would look at it with a pair of cold eyes, and the plain hand under the Dao robe had been clenched into a fist, obviously very restrained.

"Why do you have to let Yun Mo show his face." Yan Xueli looked up at the brilliant Feng Ziling on the square, and muttered very dissatisfied: "Obviously, it can only belong to me alone." In

the end, if it weren't for Bai Wanning behind Fan Yunmo who noticed that the naked gazes of the demon girls of the Yumiao Sect were wrong, and pulled her apprentice to the side to block the fiery gaze for him, I don't know how long it would be watched, her eyes glared coldly, so that the demon girls retreated in fear.

"Apprentice, your peach blossom luck is really prosperous, when can you be divided into a master?" Bai Wanning whispered to him without knowing what she wanted, like ridicule, and contained inexplicable dissatisfaction, perhaps this is the so-called deep depth of the beloved son, overly nervous mood, in general, more to make Fan Yunmo feel warm, smiled at her: "Master, I can live in a thousand flowers, a leaf does not stick to the body, don't worry."

Bai Wanning coldly "hummed", "What's with that rotten flower of Yan Xueli?" There are also thousands of flowers, a leaf is not stained, and the teacher has not taught you these big words.

Fan Yunmo laughed dryly a few times, unable to answer.

To be honest, although Yan Xueli may open a harem in the future, but that is a matter of the future, people have to live in the present, the future is not before it comes, everything is possible, Fan Yunmo does not think that she will open a harem now, unless......... It's that her influence on her is not strong enough.

After a while, Bai Wanning found that a fiery gaze was staring at her apprentice, and the powerful divine soul made her easily find her target, and she was shocked when she saw Zeng Yeye.

Well? Male!? ............ Bai Wanning's eyebrows frowned slightly, has her own apprentice already reached the point of killing both men and women?

.........

A moment later.

Feng Ziling Daoist robe waved lightly, an invisible pressure spread, shocking the disciples of the major sects, the square was instantly silent, and her ethereal voice echoed in everyone's minds, telling one rule and system after another, and the unfathomable feeling made people unknowingly jealous.