I Rely on Cultivating Immortals To Spread All Over the World

Although the assistant director left with the cameraman, cameras were everywhere in this large factory building, and only the bathroom escaped.

Therefore, the girls did not dare to be too indulgent, they still held their postures, and went to visit the first and second floors in groups.

There are also a few, like Nanyue, who first carried their luggage to find their room on the third floor.

Nan Yue saw a note with his name on the door of the room at the end of the corridor on the left.

The other name, not someone else, was Wu Meini who had a stinky face since she knew she was in a group with Nan Yue.

The program team knows each of their personalities very well, and knows that if the two of them are grouped together, there is bound to be a good show to watch.

Since the whole process is to be filmed, of course, there must be unity and friendship, and someone must come out to create conflicts and contradictions, to have more attention.

Nan Yue smiled to himself, unscrewed the door and entered the room.

The room is neither big nor small, with warm colors, two single beds, two fabric sofas, a desk and a dressing table, bathroom and a small balcony.

Nan Yue thought of himself and picked the bed next to the bathroom, and put the small and medium flower pot on the bedside table.

Then I sat on the bed and closed my eyes and felt it. When I opened my eyes, I was a little disappointed, but it was also expected.

Here are mostly office buildings and factories. The greening is done well, but they are all artificially transplanted. They are rarely native and not long in age.

The spiritual energy is so thin that it is really not suitable for cultivation.

It seems that we can only prepare well for the semi-final performance.

Nan Yue took off his coat, took a set of sportswear from the suitcase, went to the bathroom to change it, washed his face and tied his hair.

When she came out, she happened to have a face-to-face meeting with Wu Mini who had come in from outside.

Wu Mini had just come to look for a room with others, and when she discovered that she was still with Nan Yue, she was sympathized by her companions, and her face became more ugly.

When I saw Nan Yue, he gave her a ferocious look without even thinking about it.

Nan Yueqing smiled slightly: "Let's dance together?"

"?" Wu Mini was taken aback, then frowned tightly, "What do you want to do?"

"Why don't you want to do it, just dance," Nan Yue drew a paper towel and wiped his hands, with a calm expression, "I'm waiting for you in the practice room downstairs."

After speaking, she passed Wu Mini and walked out of the room.

Outside, Yuan Xiaofu was cautiously pulling at the door and looking in, as if he was afraid that they might quarrel.

After being caught by Nanyue, a small face suddenly turned red.

Nan Yue looked at her and said calmly: "You too."

"Ah? Oh, okay." Yuan Xiaofu nodded almost in a daze.

When Nan Yue left, she turned her head blankly and looked at Wu Mini, who was also frowning in the room, who was also unknown.

"That," Yuan Xiaofu asked in a low voice, clutching his fingers, "Are you going?"

Wu Mini gradually returned to her senses, realizing that Nan Yue wanted to dance with herself, and immediately sneered: "Go, why not? Someone wants to insult themselves, of course I have to accompany her."

After that, he put his jacket on, came out directly, and walked to the second floor.

Yuan Xiaofu didn't walk as fast as her, and fell behind a lot in a while, halfway down by the same group of Bai Xinzhu.

"What's the matter? There was a quarrel?"

"No, no," Yuan Xiaofu shook his head quickly, "It's just... Nan Yue wants to fight and dance with Minnie."

"What!? Nan Yue's mind is flooded? She doesn't know Wu Mini has practiced street dance for ten years!?"

Bai Xinzhu's voice rose unconsciously, and suddenly everyone in the other room heard it too.

So when Yuan Xiaofu finally rushed to the practice room on the second floor, there was a string of tails behind him, and most of his eyes flashed, gloating.

Waiting to see a battle, destined to be crushed.