Hongyue snorted coldly and turned her head to the side, pretending not to hear.
Before this, Leng Wuhen had shown goodwill to her many times, but she ignored him every time.
Among the younger generation of their Holy Church, Leng Wuhen's talent and aptitude are indeed outstanding, and his appearance is also quite outstanding.
but,
She just didn't like the way the other person looked at her.
It was full of possessiveness and a frenzy that disgusted her greatly.
"Ni Tiannv, what do you think?"
Being ignored by Hongyue, Leng Wuhen was a little annoyed, but he didn't dare to get angry, so he could only look at Ni Qiuhuan.
As for Wang Bo, perhaps because he felt guilty, he was always afraid to face it.
However,
"Please do as you please, Saint Leng. I am very weak and only ask to be able to follow Prince Wang!"
As she spoke, she moved closer to Wang Bo intentionally or unintentionally.
Leng Wuhen's expression froze.
The two most outstanding women in their holy church actually turned to Wang Bo.
This made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Originally, in the Holy Church, young men should follow him as the leader.
But with the appearance of Wang Bo, everything changed.
Everyone no longer revolved around him, and the halo that should have belonged to him was all taken away by Wang Bo.
The most hateful thing is,
He had taken the initiative to lower his stance and ask for peace, but these people still acted indifferent, as if they wanted to isolate him and leave him aside.
What a shame and humiliation!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
But not wanting his plan to fail, he suppressed his frustration and turned his gaze to the last person.
He was a young man with a fresh look and seemed a little restrained.
This person's name is Zuo Fan. He is also a member of their Holy Religion and a disciple of the Hundred Ghosts Hall.
As for the Hundred Ghosts Hall, it was previously just a small, unknown force in their Holy Church, and no decent strong men had ever appeared in the sect.
But this time at the Tianshan Forum, a disciple of the Hundred Ghosts Hall named Zuo Fan actually relied on a strange set of techniques to capture spirits and control ghosts to defeat all his opponents and enter the top 20.
If Zuo Fan had not met Yan Feisha, the second strongest man among the younger generation of the righteous path, his ranking might have been higher.
It can be said that apart from Wang Bo, Zuo Fan is definitely the biggest dark horse in the Tianshan Forum.
It was also because of Zuo Fan’s outstanding performance that Baiguitang became known to the public.
"Sir Leng, nice to meet you!"
Seeing Leng Wuhen looking at him, Zuo Fan became a little nervous for a moment. He immediately clasped his fists in a panic and spoke with a lack of confidence.
To be precise, it is fear and inferiority.
Leng Wuhen's resentful mood finally eased a little.
Now that someone from the Holy Church was willing to talk to him, at least he had a way out.
"Zuo Fan, right?"
Leng Wuhen also forced a stiff smile, "It seems that your Hundred Ghosts Hall is going to become famous because of you alone!"
"Thank you for your praise, Saint Leng!"
Zuo Fan said with great trepidation, "I was just lucky, and the opponents I encountered were not strong, so I was lucky enough to keep advancing."
Then, he complimented Leng Wuhen again, "But Leng Shengzi, when you faced Yan Feisha, the talented girl from Ziwei Lake, just now, I could see that you hadn't given it your all, but you just conceded defeat. Otherwise, with Leng Shengzi's strength, even if you couldn't defeat Yan Feisha, you could at least draw with her!"
Hearing this, Leng Wuhen immediately became in a good mood.
"Zuo Fan, did you also watch my competition with Yan Feisha just now?"
“I saw it!”
Zuo Fan nodded seriously. "Sir Leng is my idol. This time, I came to participate in the Tianshan Dao Forum at the order of my master. One of my purposes is to see you, Saint Leng!"
"You think too highly of me!"
Leng Wuhen also said modestly: "With your strength, if you play your best, you won't be much worse than me!"
"Sir Leng, please don't say that. How dare I compete with you, Saint?"
Zuo Fan waved his hands repeatedly, "It's a great honor for me to be able to talk to Leng Shengzi now. When I return to Baigui Hall in the future, I will have something to brag about to my fellow disciples!"
Zuo Fan's self-deprecating flattery immediately dispelled Leng Wuhen's depressed mood.
It seems that it’s not that he is incompetent, but because Wang Bo is too popular this time, he has been marginalized invisibly.
Otherwise, he would still be very famous among the younger generation of the Holy Church.
However, no matter how much Zuo Fanbi praised him, Wang Bo next to him remained indifferent and simply ignored his existence.
As for Hongyue, whom he had been secretly in love with for a long time, she never even looked at him from beginning to end.
Only Ni Qiuhuan, the goddess of Xianyin Pavilion, occasionally glanced over with a half-smile on her face. It was unclear whether she was laughing at Zuo Fan's frightened and humble appearance, or whether she found their conversation funny.
After talking to Zuo Fan, a disciple of the Holy Church, he naturally would not continue to flatter Wang Bo and would lower his posture to show goodwill to Wang Bo.
…
opposite.
Yue Xingchen was naturally the central figure.
The remaining fourteen righteous disciples all followed his lead.
Among them is Liu Feifei, the Holy Maiden of Xiaoyao Sect.
Perhaps in order to attract the attention of Wang Bo opposite her, she also deliberately showed her courtesy to Yue Xingchen.
"I've long heard that Master Yue is a handsome man with an extraordinary demeanor. Seeing him today, I can see that his reputation is truly well-deserved!"
Her voice was so high that it instantly attracted many people's attention.
but,
Only Wang Bo on the opposite side turned a deaf ear and continued to talk and laugh with Hongyue and Ni Qiuhuan, completely ignoring her existence.
"Saint Lady Liu is joking!"
Yue Xingchen didn't put on airs at all, and said modestly, "I am just an ordinary man. But you, Saint Liu, are so beautiful and elegant, like a banished immortal. I wonder how many young men secretly admire you."
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