Chapter 208: Young

“Bang!”

With a loud noise and a strong wind spreading like a shock wave, a figure fell on the platform where Daozhong was, attracting the attention of many people.

The man was 1.89 meters tall, wearing a very exquisite shorts and carrying a long stick, which made his well-proportioned figure like a bodybuilder stand out.

It was extremely rare that he did not grow his hair, which was a rare short hair in this world. If it were not for that childish face that somewhat destroyed his temperament, he would probably be able to charm a large number of young girls who were just beginning to fall in love.

Even now, the strong physique of a mature man, the childish face of a little milk dog, and the contradictory gap can also attract the attention of many girls.

The boy landed on the platform where Daozhong was with a little arrogance, and rarely responded to the greetings from the people around him.

He just glanced around indifferently, and then, under the eyes of everyone, he came to Wang Zijia's position and stood still, staring at Wang Zijia blankly, constantly looking at him.

“Wang Zijia?” Wang Zijia, who had been looking at him for a long time, spoke.

"It's me, Senior Brother Yue, is there something going on?" Wang Zijia stood up and bowed slightly, then asked.

"I am looking forward to meeting you on the field, I hope you won't let me down!" Yue Lai said with some pride and a little bit of second-year, and then walked straight to his position, as if no one else was worthy of his attention.

Wang Zijia: "······"

This is so pretentious······

As for why the other party said such words to him, Wang Zijia could guess.

It's not because of his recent reputation, but according to Wang Zijia's understanding, there are a total of seven Daozhong who directly applied for the top ten assessments during this period, with a total of: two wins, one draw, and four losses.

And Wang Zijia and Yue Lai are the only two winners, and it is said that they both won easily.

In this case, as a poor man, Wang Zijia must have a stronger momentum than the other party. It is estimated that it is because of this reason.

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After waiting for a while, everyone came one after another.

In front of the square, at the steps in front of the main hall, many big men have already sat down. They are all great monks in the realm of real people, almost all of whom are the leaders or rulers of the outer sects.

At the core position, there are two inner sect elders wearing purple robes and white cloud robes.

"Stand up!"

As the dean in charge of the outer sect ceremony hall spoke, the whole square was first shining with spiritual light, and then bursts of fairy music accompanied by the disciples of the music and dance department of the ceremony hall began to enter and open.

Wang Zijia looked at this scene, almost subconsciously, and looked at Lu Qianrou on the side.

When he turned his head, he met the eyes of Gu Xuefeng who was sitting on the other side of Lu Qianrou. When their eyes met, their expressions paused.

"Humph!"

Lu Qianrou in the middle felt it, glanced at the two of them, and snorted coldly, and the icy aura on her body that kept strangers away became even colder.

Wang Zijia and Gu Xuefeng looked at each other and withdrew their eyes embarrassedly.

The music and dance entertained the audience for a while, and then the various celebration processes began. After several big men finished speaking, a light began to flash in front of Wang Zijia's seat, indicating that it was his turn to go on stage.

Wang Zijia took a deep breath, lifted his breath, and floated towards the high platform in the center of the square.

In the square, the eyes of the crowds of people all looked at him.

He was 1.89 meters tall, with a strong body but not too strong, a well-proportioned figure, clear lines, and an upright posture, with a standard golden ratio.

A handsome face that looked like it was cut by a knife and chopped with sharp edges, with a deep light flashing in his eyes between his sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Even though he looked a little immature because he was only seventeen years old, it did not reduce his charm. Instead, it added a bit of sunshine, frankness, and youth to him. Let the handsome him have a bit more clean and refreshing unique attraction.

The sun was shining brightly at noon, and it shone on him. Because of the fluctuation of the magic power around him, the sun cast a faint halo on him, just like a banished immortal covered with colorful clouds and descending from the sky.

Such temperament and appearance were deeply imprinted in the hearts of countless people at this moment.

In the entire square, countless female disciples, whether old or young, were all fascinated. Even many male disciples felt inferior to him. Everyone subconsciously quieted down and stared blankly at Wang Zijia, the banished immortal, floating down on the high platform.

He slightly adjusted his robes and appearance, looking young but very cultured. He gently moved his magic power and said very straightforwardly: "My name is Wang Zijia, a Taoist of the Qi Fu Vein, affiliated with the Fuyuan and the Sutra Library."

"I think many people have heard a lot about me." After a very brief introduction, Wang Zijia looked around at everyone, cleared his throat, and said:

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. When I heard these yesterday, I had a feeling, this person is me? Is it so outrageous? It turns out that when I was picked up by Master Luo Cheng like a dead dog, I was saving the lives of hundreds of fellow disciples."

"It turns out that my fiancée used all her family's connections and resources to support me for me. I don't care about the poor and love the rich!"

"It turns out that going to Wanyuzhai is to hide my light and bide my time!"

"Now think about it, well... I'm really good, a great Taoist of the Immortal Sect! I look like a human being!"

The self-deprecating opening, which was completely out of the routine, made the ordinary disciples below stunned for a moment.

"Haha!"

"Wang Daozhong is so funny!"

"Wang Daozhong is so capable, he looks like a decent person!"

"······"

After a moment of silence, everyone burst into great enthusiasm.

Such self-deprecation also made many disciples feel that Wang Zijia was more real and closer.

Wang Zijia paused for a moment, and after everyone was quiet, he continued: "When I received the invitation to speak from the Liyuan yesterday, I was thinking, as such a great Dao seed, what should I share with you."

"Share how I don't despise the poor and love the rich to eat free meals?"

"It's impossible, everyone can't be so superficial!"

"Or share that my grandfather invited me to visit Ruyifang?"

"This is fine!" A disciple below said.

Many people looked at each other, and the other party subconsciously shrank into the crowd.

Wang Zijia continued as if he didn't notice: "Share my glorious deeds of saving people who were treated like dead dogs and brought back to the sect? It seems that it is almost earth-shaking."

"I thought about it all night, but in the end I couldn't think of any ordinary deeds to share with you. After all, I am too great!"

"But since I agreed, I have to come up and show off, chat with you, and let you see the legendary poor genius."

"Next time I meet, there will be disciples who will understand: Look, such a guy can become a Taoist seed, I grit my teeth, maybe I can also do it..."