I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

But now, she curled up her body tightly, like a little white rabbit, for fear of touching Xiao Wuyou's skin.

The young master stared at Xiao Wuyou's chest. He clearly wanted to get close to him, but he was afraid of attracting Xiao Wuyou's attention again. He felt tormented inside.

"Little Master, do you really not care?"

"Are you looking down on me?"

"You're talking too much."

The more powerful a boss is, the more he cares about face. At least for the young master, cultivation and face are almost equal.

After a lot of effort, the outline of Yingyue City finally emerged in the distance.

Xiao Wuyou discovered that almost all the monks were concentrating on the west side of the city: "We are almost there. Strange, why are all the monks in the city gathering together?"

At this time, the young master realized a serious problem.

Am I going to be carried like this and pass by in full view of everyone in the city? !

When she lied just now, she didn't think much about it at all.

When this moment really came, she was stunned.

"Put me down."

This abrupt request made Xiao Wuyou very confused: "Why?"

The junior master made up excuses one after another: "You are engaged, and you have had relationships with so many women. If they see you, they will inevitably think too much."

"Don't worry, they won't mind. Besides, I'll explain it clearly later." Xiao Wuyou laughed and was confident in his ability to adjust himself in the love field.

"Besides, we do this on purpose just to show it to others! Didn't you just say that details determine success or failure?" Xiao Wuyou continued.

In order to avoid suspicion from the Great Elder and others, as well as exposure of the identity of the Young Grandmaster, this must be done!

Moreover, after holding her for so long, Xiao Wuyou began to feel reluctant to let go of the cool, soft and tender body in his arms.

Of course, it was mainly for acting! I had no improper thoughts about my little master!

The young master froze immediately after hearing what Xiao Wuyou said.

Yes, it was true that details determine success or failure. She couldn't even refute it!

But, it’s okay to just be close to Xiao Wuyou, at least I can enjoy it.

As a dignified sword immortal, a powerful figure in the world of immortal cultivation, how could I face people in the future if I really had to walk by in such a shameful posture in public? !

Bei Ming Long Yue is not really heartless, but a little slow.

She could appear naked in front of Xiao Wuyou because there was an inexplicable trust between them, but she did not think of the forgotten past.

For example, if Xiao Wuyou didn't point it out, she might have to be held like this for a whole day before she suddenly realized the so-called difference between men and women.

When they arrived in the city, Xiao Wuyou did not notice the stiff expression of the young master at all. Instead, he flew over the heads of the surrounding monks and shouted, "Don't worry, I have returned safely!"

"It's Xiao Wuyou, he's back!"

When the monks waiting there saw that Xiao Wuyou and the silver-haired girl were both fine, they immediately burst into laughter and turned their worry into joy.

At the same time, countless girls looked at the silver-haired girl and fantasized that it would be great if they could be captured by the evil master and rescued by Xiao Wuyou.

But the young master felt unwell when he felt the gazes from people around him.

The shame of being stared at made her feel hot all over and extremely tormented.

In order to avoid those people's sight, the young master had to hug Xiao Wuyou tightly and bury his head completely in his arms.

When Xiao Wuyou saw that the young master was working so hard to interpret the character of the rescued girl, to the point of disregarding the differences between master and disciple, and between men and women, he immediately worked harder and even walked around the city gate for an extra circle to make sure everyone could see him.

Afterwards, they returned to the west of the city where the two had left.

The young master felt so weak that he collapsed limply in Xiao Wuyou's arms.

The top leaders of the four major sects, as well as the righteous monks who were eagerly waiting for the event, all gathered around.

"Xiao Wuyou, are you okay? And how is Yue'er?" The Great Elder was not too worried when he saw that Xiao Wuyou was fine. Instead, he was frightened by the weak appearance of the young master.

"It's okay, Yue'er was just frightened, nothing serious." Xiao Wuyou replied.

The young master had just come down from Xiao Wuyou's arms tremblingly, but he almost collapsed again after hearing this.

It was more than a little frightened. If she had known that she would be publicly executed, she would not have made such a request.

She secretly made up her mind that no matter what, no one else would know that she was the Sword Immortal of Longyue, so as to preserve the last bit of dignity of the name of Sword Immortal.

"That's good, but what about the leader of the Hidden Killing Sect?" Ouyang Jiulong also came over and asked.

"The Thousand Faces of Death is dead."

When these words were spoken, the monks around him were stunned.

Forget about the Crimson Demon Lord last time.

Xiao Wuyou actually killed a powerful person in the Spiritualization Stage by himself this time? !

Not to mention the current ten generations, even in the past ten thousand years, no cultivator could have achieved this at this age, right? !

However, Xiao Wuyou said modestly: "The trump card left by our master is not worth mentioning."

Just by saying this, several high-ranking members of the righteous sects were secretly shocked!

Chapter 55: Delicate

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Xiao Wuyou thought that by using the junior master's trump card, he could reduce the impact of this matter.

Little did they know that this statement was more credible and shocking to the top leaders of the righteous path.

The four great sect leaders and some powerful righteous men have all come across the Longyue Sword Immortal to one degree or another.

Although Bei Ming Long Yue did not appear in front of people in the same manner as now, that coldness and indifference was engraved in his bones.

Not to mention giving out his trump cards, even their four sect leaders rarely had a chance to chat with Bei Ming Long Yue.

This just shows how much the Sword Immortal values ​​him!

"Wuyou, don't be modest. We know you have paid a lot." After the elder finished speaking, he looked at the monks around him and said proudly: "I think no one will deny that you are the number one prodigy of the righteous path of this era!"

Xiao Wuyou frowned immediately. The ranking is only temporary, and now the election is not over, it is not appropriate to say this, right?

Sure enough, when the monks in the distance heard this, they immediately started to criticize.

"What's going on? Isn't the Absolute Sword Sect a bit too self-centered?"

"What is Xiao Wuyou doing now? Why is he praising him again?"

"Seriously, there's no inside information in this election, right?"

Ever since the Thousand-Faced Death retreated, cultivators from all over the city have rushed here to join in the fun, far more than those who witnessed Xiao Wuyou risking his life to save others.

But the monks present at the time could not bear to hear these words. After all, they had long been impressed by Xiao Wuyou's spirit and courage.

"If you don't understand, stop talking nonsense! What do you know?!"

"Hey, what's the matter? I said Xiao Wuyou is not good, but I didn't say you are bad. Why are you so excited?!"

Controversy broke out over whether Xiao Wuyou was qualified to be the number one prodigy of the righteous path.

The Great Elder then realized that he had said the wrong thing and couldn't help pulling his beard wildly in embarrassment.

Seeing that the dispute was becoming more and more intense and even showing signs of getting out of control, Xiao Wuyou could no longer bear to watch it.

The reason why I support this election is not to become the number one pride of the righteous path, but to unite the righteous path and face the outside world together!

The demons haven't come to kill us yet, but our own people are quarreling first, how can this be tolerated? !

Xiao Wuyou immediately grabbed the hand of the young master, jumped to the top of the ruins, looked at the noisy crowd around him, and said loudly: "Everyone, please be patient!"

A shout came from the crowd: "Do you really think you are the most talented person in the righteous path?!"

Xiao Wuyou blurted out: "Whether I am the number one genius or not, I don't dare to take the title. If you really don't want me to take the title, then I won't take it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the opponents fell silent.

But the Great Elder and others became anxious again.

"Wuyou, stop talking nonsense!"

"I am not talking nonsense! I have never cared about the so-called number one prodigy of the righteous path. I am just pleased with the unity of the righteous cultivators like me. But if I were to cause disputes among the righteous cultivators like us for a false reputation..."

Xiao Wuyou took a deep breath and said with great sorrow: "It's better not to be the number one prodigy of the righteous path!"

The words that came from the heart echoed in the hearts of every monk.

Those opponents fell silent one by one and couldn't help but reflect.

The supporters looked at each other, not knowing how to persuade them any further.

The Great Elder and Ouyang Jiulong looked at each other, but didn't know what to do. While they were relieved, they also felt deeply regretful.

No righteous monk would fail to admire this profound awareness of justice.

But they all felt that Xiao Wuyou was the only person in history who truly deserved the title of the number one genius of the righteous path, even if they did not consider the starting point of uniting the righteous path to fight against the evil path.

It’s a pity to give up like this!

But at this moment, a young man waving a feather fan stood up with the support of his junior sister.

"I object!"

Ouyang Jing coughed and said weakly: "Brother Xiao, the number one prodigy of the righteous path must be you!"

"But......"

"Brother Xiao has made outstanding achievements, and has killed two demon cultivators. I wonder which generation of the most outstanding righteous people in the past and present can do this? If you don't want to, how can we feel at ease even if we take this position?!"

Ouyang Jing's injuries had not yet healed, and now he became very emotional. He spit out blood and drank wildly, which scared Xiao Wuyou so much that he shut up and dared not provoke him.

"I, Ouyang Jing, voluntarily give all my votes to Xiao Wuyou!"

The rules did not specify in detail whether votes could be transferred, but the scene of Ouyang Jing spitting blood while expressing strong support deeply pierced the eyes of every cultivator.

This is just the beginning.

"Brother Xiao, you understand the greater good and support us silently without making it public. You also care so much about the righteous path. Isn't that enough?" Zhang Caiwei burst into tears, but still insisted hoarsely: "I, Zhang Caiwei, also voluntarily offer all my votes to Brother Xiao!"

Ouyang Jing vomited blood continuously, which was shocking, and Zhang Caiwei's tears were endless, which was also lovable. The two leaders of the righteous path actually went to such an extent to express their strong support for Xiao Wuyou. It was so unbelievable that some cultivators suspected that they were acting.

"Aren't these righteous monks acting a bit too much?!"

These words happened to fall into Cihui's ears.

Ci Hui was furious, and immediately jumped out, shouting: "Xiao Wuyou, this is not possible, why don't you tell me who can do it?!"

The monks looked at each other, and no one could give a name.

Originally, there were only three other people who had the hope of competing with the leader of the Absolute Sword Sect for the position of the number one prodigy of the righteous path. Now these three have become the top three supporters of Xiao Wuyou, so who else can compete with him? !

However, people are still hostile to geniuses.

Xiao Wuyou became famous too quickly, and everything happened so coincidentally, making it difficult for some people to identify with him.

Especially the support of the three righteous leaders, although it made everyone dare not refute for a while, it also seemed like an internal collusion and seemed too exaggerated.

But at this moment, the young master spoke.

"Xiao Wuyou, saved me."

To be honest, the little master doesn't really care.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the silver-haired girl.

"It is said that Xiao Wuyou faced the powerful god alone in order to save a girl. Could it be her?!"

"Is this true? I thought you guys made it up!"

"Bullshit! Let's not talk about the fight that the big man in the Spiritualization Stage just now had. Look, that little girl was so scared that she couldn't stand steadily. How could she lie to you?!"

If they hadn't spoken, they would never have noticed that there was such a cute and delicate little girl with silver hair.

It’s a pity that the little girl’s skin was pale, her expression was stiff, and she looked very weak.

Although the young master had not yet recovered from the shame of being carried like a princess, and her legs were only a little weak, her stiff expression and overly white skin made her look like a frightened person to those who did not know her.

Weak woman.

Even those cultivators who were most dissatisfied with Xiao Wuyou, when they saw the girl's delicate figure that seemed like ethereal clouds and smoke and could disappear at the touch of a finger, would feel more pity for her, hatred for the evil path, and admiration for Xiao Wuyou.