Hong Yunsheng smiled and nodded on stage. Bai Shaoliu in the audience found that his steps were trembling slightly. Hong Yunsheng was always very nervous. He also saw Shang Yunfei's abnormal behavior just now. Since then, his nerves have been tense. Although this person didn't know what was going on, he has been suspicious that the danger is getting closer and closer, and his emotions are almost at the verge of being uncontrollable. But he still has the task, so he has to bite the bullet and continue to speak on stage.

The podium in the center of the venue was very unique and beautiful. It had a completely transparent plexiglass table top with a wireless microphone on it, and a thin crystal-like transparent square pillar supported by it. Hong Yunsheng stood on the stage and could see clearly all over his body. As soon as he walked onto the stage and had not spoken, a sharp and crisp sound came from the audience, a sound of impact, a shattering sound, and a sound of landing hitting the audience. The sound was so abrupt that everyone was shocked. Hong Yunsheng on the stage lies softly on the podium and knocked over the microphone.

Mike's overturned voice attracted everyone's eyes to the stage. Hong Yunsheng's face was pale and his body was trembling. A small pool of wet liquid flowed down the corner of his pants and wet the ground. Looking at his pants again, a wet trace could be seen from the crotch to the corner of his pants. Hong Yunsheng was like a frightened bird. A sudden crisp sound from the stage was heard. He finally couldn't help it and was so scared that he peed his pants in public!

Everyone wanted to laugh, but they felt that this occasion should not be laughing out loud, so they all endured it, and their expressions became very strange. At this time, the venue became strange and quiet. Hong Yunsheng, who was wet his pants, stood there with a trembling trembling. This was a "noble" party, but unexpectedly it turned out to be dramatic and absurd.

How did the sound just now come out? It was the wine glass in Xiaobai's hand that fell. In fact, a wine glass would not make much noise when it fell on the carpet, but Xiaobai had two cups in his hand. Just as Hong Yunsheng was about to speak, one cup in Xiaobai's left hand fell "accidentally" first, and then his hand shook, and the other cup fell down faster and violently hit the air before the previous cup had fallen. Xiaobai's hand was very fast. Even if others saw it, it was just that he accidentally fell to the ground, but inexplicably made such an amazing sound!

Bai Shaoliu knew clearly that Hong Yunsheng was already nervous to the limit. As long as he was stimulated, he would lose his composure in public. But he didn't expect that he would pee his pants. Hong Yunsheng was so embarrassed this time that he might never be able to raise his head in the celebrity circle in the future. This matter will always become a joke and a shame for him. Since Xiaobai cannot kill Hong Yunsheng in public like Qingchen, he can at least take the opportunity to vent his anger.

Shang Yunfei frowned and looked at Xiaobai. Feng Junzi said beside him, "Yunfei, don't take your anger on others." The two of them turned to look at Hong Yunsheng on the stage at the same time, and almost said in unison: "Useless things!"

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Qingchen did not have wings, so she could not fly. The monk did not have wings, but he could walk in the air, pulling Qingchen with one hand. This was the second time Qingchen had experienced "flying" in the sky. The first time was Mr. Mei who saved her. A hundred-foot-long filament suddenly appeared and wrapped her around her from the sky, taking her away, as fast as meteor lightning. In contrast, the monk was neither "flying" high nor fast nor far, but it was enough to take Qingchen out of danger with him.

The monk pulled one of Qingchen's arm, but he just eased his power. Qingchen felt that the power to fly into the air came from the invisible air around his body. It came from a rotating purple gold bowl not far away in front of the monk. The monk took her to fly over two blocks, landed in a quiet and remote street, and took back the purple gold bowl and walked forward in a stroll. The monk walked on the ground faster than in the sky, and took a big step, giving people the feeling that he was not walking, but the whole ground was moving and retreating rapidly.

Qingchen was not used to being pulled by strangers. After landing, she gently pulled her elbow and took her arm back. Then she used her internal strength to move forward quickly, and her speed was faster than that of the monk. The two of them were like flowing light and escaped from Wuyou City at a speed that ordinary people could hardly see clearly. They came out of Wuyou City and came to the mountains and fields without anyone else.

"Female donor, is it okay to be slower? No one chases us. Your magical method runs faster than me, and I can't catch up with you." The monk shouted at Qingchen while running.

Qingchen stopped and the monk stopped. Qingchen turned around and bowed to the monk: "Thank you for your kindness to save me! Who are you, why did you happen to appear here to help me?"

The monk answered the question irrelevantly: "What did you call me just now? Master?"

Qingchen: "You are a monk and have such superb cultivation. Of course, you have to call you a master."

The monk touched his head with his hand and laughed: "I like to hear this, so call me a master. I dare not be aware of my superb cultivation. I have not yet learned the profound Buddhism. Even the magical powers and magics I have obtained are not very good. I just used all my strength to perform the magical practice method, but I almost couldn't catch up with you."

Qingchen: "The method of God's practice? What does it mean? I have never heard of it!"

Monk: "Isn't it the so-called method of magic? Isn't it the essence of the method of using spears in your hand? Isn't it impossible to understand this, right? Well, maybe our masters are different, so the sayings are different, anyway, they just run fast."

Qingchen: "I really don't understand what you said. I will ask the master later. I'll ask you about your Dharma name first?"

Monk: "Acquaintances call me the third young master, you can call me the third young master."

Qingchen: "Three Young Master?"

Monk: "When I was a child, I was slept and playful. My master told me to sleep less. The fourth master told me to play less. The ninth master told me to eat less. When I grew up, the Dharma name became the third young master. I think this Dharma name is very good. If there is Duobao Tathagata, there will be the third young monk. Have you heard of Duobao Tathagata?..."

As soon as the monk opened his mouth, he was entangled in every sentence. Qingchen had to interrupt him: "Master Three Young Master, first of all, thank you for your help. Why do you want to help me?"

The third young monk: "Actually, you don't have to thank me. If you want to thank me, please thank Mr. Mei, the leader of Kunlun. Mr. Mei, you can't come in person if you have something to do, so I specially ask me to help you. Mr. Mei, you should know him, and I heard that he has saved you."

"Kunlun League Master? What is Kunlun League Master? I know Mr. Mei, but I don't know who he is. Since the master came to save me under his order, can you tell me the origin of Mr. Mei?" The third young monk suddenly mentioned Mr. Mei, the mysterious and unfathomable, who had hurt Qingchen and saved her, and talked about the principle of killing and saving people. Unexpectedly, this monk was sent by Mr. Mei to help Qingchen. Mr. Mei's origin was always curious and finally had the opportunity to ask.

The Third Young Master: "Actually, I can't be considered to have saved you. Mr. Shang Yunfei's great magical powers may not be able to win easily even if Mr. Mei comes here in person. There are other people who help you."

The monk spoke insanely and often answered questions that were irrelevant, which made Qingchen inexplicable: "Shang Yunfei? Isn't he a financial giant in the Mountain Demon Kingdom? Why did he become your uncle?"

The third young monk: "We can't be considered my uncle. We are not from the same temple. According to the seniority of our fellow practitioners, I should call him uncle. He is no longer a Kunlun practitioner. In fact, I can't call him uncle, but it's convenient to call him uncle..."

Qingchen once again couldn't stop talking to him: "Master Three Young Master, can you tell me the same thing? Who is Mr. Mei? What's going on with the leader of Kunlun?"

The third young monk then came to his senses and looked at Qingchen carefully, and asked, "So you really don't know anything?"

Qingchen: "Of course I don't know anything, no one told me this."

The third young monk: "Mr. Mei didn't say anything?"

Qingchen: "I didn't say anything, what were you talking about just now?"

The third young monk: "It seems that Mr. Mei asked me to come not only to save you, but also to let me tell you stories. He knows that I am good at eloquence! Where should I start? Let's talk about the past of the three great masters of Kunlun."

Qingchen: "Wait, what is Kunlun? Who are the three great masters?"

The third young monk: "Don't worry, don't worry, this matter is long, you need to start from scratch! Donor, sit, listen to me slowly tell you..." As he spoke, he sat cross-legged on the ground, Qingchen sat down opposite him helplessly, and listened to him telling a story he had never heard of before. The third young monks were talking to people, but when they told the story, they were very vivid.

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PS: I recommend several new books, mainly to recommend the authors.

1. Old Crab has always been very hard to write books, but its characteristic is that it carries too much private goods, which is similar to Master Jing. This time, Old Crab opened a new book "The Great Demon City" (book number 148355), which is worth looking forward to.

2. I don’t need to say much about Zhiqiu’s name. I have also subscribed to the full text of the book “Dust of History”. Recently, Zhiqiu opened a new book “The Beast” (book number 142626) which was surprising, and it was a completely different style of attempt. Compared with the heavyness of “Dust”, the spoofing style of the new book is particularly eye-catching.

3. Xu Qifeng, who is also the first group of authors, has opened a new book "The Master of Supernatural Powers on Campus" (book number 137706). I personally think that the book is very white and can be read in leisure. In short, when it is needed, I hope everyone can support and encourage.
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