"As expected of Daozi, what a big tone!" Qiuxiang exclaimed, covering her small mouth.
"Is this how you use such a loud tone?" An Bulang glanced at Qiuxiang.
Qiuxiang smiled and held An Bulang's hand: "Okay, brother, I know you are the strongest, I know you are the best, then let Qiuxiang take you to sign up, okay?"
"You can sign up, but don't touch me." An Bulang looked at the girl who let go again and warned, "Otherwise, I will let you admire Xiaojun's face again to calm you down."
Thinking of the shocking face of the lion, Qiuxiang, as a senior facial makeup artist, felt chills all over her body.
"Okay, brother, please come this way." Qiuxiang showed a professional smile and led An Bulang towards the direction of the red building. From time to time, people on the roadside cast their eyes in the direction of An Bulang, especially those from the Nonghua Sect.
Some women's beautiful eyes began to shine brightly.
"Look at that little brother, he looks great!"
"The white horse is like the wind, and the eyes are like stars. He is the white horse fairy in my heart!"
"Brother, do you have any sheep? My sheep is dead."
"Little brother, look here quickly. I want to let your horse gallop on my grassland. Is that okay?"
A sexy and coquettish Nonghua Sect girl smiled and teased An Bulang.
An Bulang didn't look sideways the whole time, and didn't even bother to take another look.
But he didn't know that such an indifferent gesture would fascinate the women of the Nonghua Sect even more. The more indifferent and indifferent you are, the more the women of the Nonghua Sect want to talk to you.
The other male cultivators on the road sneered when they saw many beautiful women walking around An Bulang.
"Humph, isn't it just that you have a good mount?"
"Today's female nuns are really realistic and worship money!"
"What's so good about a pretty face? Being tall and strong is what a man should have."
Although the male cultivators said this, they already regarded An Bulang as a formidable enemy in their hearts.
The Red Building has nine floors, and is surrounded by lanterns like sparks. It is located in a fiery red maple forest, and under the rays of the setting sun, it looks like a big ship sailing on the red carpet.
An Bulang led the horse to the registration office.
The person in charge of registration was a woman wearing tight-fitting black clothes, perfectly showing off her curvy and sexy figure. She said without raising her head: "One hundred spirit stones, and tell me your name and the sect you come from...
"
"An Bulang, Bai Ling Imperial Academy." An Bulang handed one hundred spiritual stones to the woman.
The woman's recording hand paused, then she raised her head. Her expression gradually changed from indifferent to fiery. The hand holding the pen trembled slightly, as if she was enduring something.
"Sister Zhuqing, you have to calm down and don't forget your work!" Qiuxiang reminded hurriedly.
"Okay..." The woman seemed to have overcome something, nodded with difficulty, and continued to record.
"I didn't expect that Master Daozi would actually come to participate in the competition. I really regret it. I shouldn't be responsible for the registration here. I should have entered..." Zhuqing said with a regretful expression.
An Bulang looked confused when he heard this.
He and Qiuxiang entered the Red Building and found that many men had already gathered inside. It was roughly estimated that there were almost two thousand people. The interior was hollow. There were nine floors of tables and chairs in the nine-story Red Building, and in the middle there was
A huge stage that can be viewed by people from nine floors up.
The flower-like female cultivators of the Flower Sect have now become the audience in the stands, cracking melon seeds and looking at the male cultivators gathered beside the stage, either teasing them openly or whispering.
Discuss which man is better looking.
An announcement suddenly came from the gate.
"Taozi of Bai Ling Imperial Academy, An Bulang signed up to participate!"
The entire Red Mansion fell into a brief silence at this moment.
The female nuns in the Nonghua Sect stopped talking and eating melon seeds, and the male nuns were all shocked.
Immediately afterwards, the female monks screamed and cheered in the red building, while the male monks looked at them with either curiosity or hostility.
As soon as An Bulang walked in, he was welcomed by the whole audience. Even though he was used to big scenes, he was still stunned by the scene in front of him, especially the screams of the female nuns that seemed to pierce their eardrums...
…
He was stunned for a long time, then confidently stepped into the venue, waved to the woman on the tall building who kept waving her handkerchief at him, and showed a gentle smile like spring breeze.
Suddenly, the female nuns around them screamed with excitement again.
"It's him, it's really him! I've seen him in the auditorium of Panlong Tianshan!!"
"Ah...!! I didn't expect Daozi from Bai Ling Imperial Academy to come here. I'm so excited. He is my male idol! I want to choose him! I want him tonight!"
"Humph, sister, he is also my male idol. Let's do our best tonight!!"
The fanaticism of the female cultivators of the Nonghua Sect made the male cultivators below feel uncomfortable. An Bulang's appearance must have been too sensational. In terms of ostentation, it was not on the same level as them.
"Humph, isn't he just a Taoist from Bai Ling Empire Academy? What's so great about him?"
"Sorry, he is really amazing!"
"In terms of cultivation talent, none of us can compare to him. But in terms of being a man, he can never compare to me." A man with an extremely handsome appearance holding a feather fan said with a slight smile.
"That's right, in terms of looks, how can he compare to the jade-faced young man? And in terms of strength, he can't compare to me!" A man with extremely strong muscles laughed.
The handsome young man Li Junmo came from the Beichen Immortal Sect and was known as the three most handsome men in the Bai Ling Empire. When he entered the scene, he also attracted a burst of screams and exclamations from the female cultivators of the Nonghua Sect.
The man with a majestic figure is named Situ Nan. He is an elder of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect. His body is extremely strong. He is also the favorite type of man among countless muscular female cultivators.
Li Junmo waved his fan lightly and said: "An Bulang can only rely on his status to gain popularity. In terms of cultivation and strength, he can't compare to Liu Qing. Liu Qing is the top sword cultivator of the Divine Sword Sect and a master of the Divine Sea realm.
There is great power.”
As they spoke, both of them couldn't help but look at the man in black robe not far away.
The man had starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, a stern face, stood with his hands behind his back, closed his eyes and meditated. Even when An Bulang entered the scene, his expression did not fluctuate too much, as if nothing in the outside world could affect his state of mind.
Liu Qing is a taciturn person with strong strength and excellent swordsmanship. She is unmoved by external objects and unchangeable by favors and humiliations. She is also the favorite of many female cultivators from the Nonghua Sect.
In addition to these people, there are also many male cultivators who are confident of defeating An Bulang.
Out of two thousand monks, if you pick one out of a hundred, there will be twenty who can fight.
An Bulang's arrival is not a crushing, it just makes the competition more interesting.
After all, the competition here is about who is more manly, not who is better at fighting.
An Bulang walked into the crowd.
Many female cultivators from the Nonghua Sect have already taken the initiative to welcome them, asking cordially whether they are comfortable coming here, whether the red leaves on the mountain are beautiful, and whether the body fragrance smells good. Some even asked if they would like to eat something.
They can feed them fruits themselves.
Well, An Bulang declined because he thought it was troublesome.
"Classmate Bulang, I didn't expect you to be here too. What a fate!" Jiang Beihai, a Tianyuan Realm senior who defeated the First Alliance, came over to say hello full of surprise.
"Senior, if you don't have a good class at school, what are you doing here?" An Bulang glanced at him.
"Hi! We are all of the same kind, why are you pretending?" Jiang Beihai said with ambiguous eyes, "Tell me, which girl here do you like?"
An Bulang glanced around and said, "I have taken a fancy to their sect master, Hongli."
"Hiss..." Jiang Beihai took a breath and gave An Bulang a thumbs up, "You are indeed a Taoist!"
"Fairy Hongli is famous far and wide, and her beauty ranks among the top ten in the vast Bai Ling Titled Empire. However, she has never favored any man. If you can win it, classmate Bulang, you will definitely be one."
This is a major event that shocked the Bai Ling Empire!" Jiang Beihai said with emotion.
But he didn't have any hope for it.
It is said that Bai Ming, the god of war who is currently one of the eight Bai Ling gods, once pursued Fairy Hongli, but even he failed.
Although An Bulang is a Taoist, he is still immature and has not yet fully developed. Let alone Bai Ling Yashen, he cannot defeat anyone in the Divine Sea realm.
Would the peerless beauty of the other party fall in love with such a pretty boy?
Of course, this is just Jiang Beihai's inner thought and will not be spoken out.
Half an hour later.
More than two thousand male cultivators have gathered inside the Red Mansion.
The registration channel is officially closed.
At this time, the sun has already set on the ground, and the stars and the bright white full moon appear in the night sky.
Flowers rained from the sky.
A woman wearing a splendid red dress with double butterflies and mother-of-pearl flowers, her sleeves fluttering like smoke and clouds, fell gracefully, with three thousand green silk coils coiled up, and the golden phoenix steps moved with her, and her skin like gelatin was looming under the clothes that floated like light smoke.
That beautiful face has an intoxicating smile.
The wide-sleeved skirt moves in the wind, like a red flower blooming.
She is beautiful with natural nobility, just like the King of Flowers Peony, stunning in beauty!
Feng Lan, the deputy sect leader of Nonghua Sect, appears!
Countless male cultivators could not help but feel their hearts beat faster when they saw that beautiful face.
"Welcome all Taoist priests to participate in our sect's annual Hundred Flowers Cowherd Competition!"
"You will show your true qualities as men in this competition. If you can stand out in all major competitions and win the favor of our Weaver Girl, you will naturally have a good story like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl..."
"Nong Hua Zong, do you know if you can see me among the flowers? If you can enter the top three or win the first place in the competition, you will not only receive extremely generous material rewards, but even the top ten flowers of our Nong Hua Zong are famous far and wide. If you get
It’s not like you don’t have a chance to appreciate them…”
Feng Lan's voice was sweet and somewhat frank and sultry.
Her words naturally made countless male cultivators in the audience agitated.
Feng Lan's eyes swept over the male cultivators, lingering on An Bulang, Li Junmo, Liu Qing, Situ Nan, and others for a moment, and then said with a bright smile: "I announce that the Hundred Flowers Cowherd Competition will begin now!