Eternal Gate

In the early morning, the warm sun pours into Tianzong.

Overlooking the heaven and the earth, there are people descending from each peak, there are peak masters and disciples of each peak, and there is a tacit understanding. They all go towards the center of Tianzong. There is a battle platform with a radius of one hundred meters. Held there.

There were a lot of people, and people were bustling.

The all-new brand-new robe, the atmosphere is warm.

"A long-lost scene!" Ling Fei, a child with purple hair, said in a daze.

Chi Yan, who was with him, was in a daze when he walked into the venue and was sent out. It has been three to five years. Both of them had participated in the New Sect Competition.

"Not much, just 10th place."

Sikong Jiannan lightly shook the folding fan and followed the people into the venue.

"Just forget it."

On his side, Lin Xie squinted at Sikong Jiannan, looking like a giant wave that was useless. This is a battle, and he is not more handsome than anyone else. According to his estimation, it would be good for this guy to be 20th.

The premise is that you don't encounter those enchanting evildoers, such as Chu Wushuang, Liu Ruyue, and Yinbing Zhenti and Xiao Wunian. These new sect disciples belong to Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

After seeing Sikong Jiannan, he glanced at Mu Zhaoxue again. On the girl's cheek, there was still a hint of redness. It seemed that this talent named Sikong Jiannan was not idle last night.

"It's better to make a prayer. If you meet on stage, you will be abolished." A person walked by and left a cold word, Yin Hun. When he spoke, he glanced at Lin Xie.

"The tone is not small." Lin Xie disapproved.

These two goods are not right at first glance. The New Sect Grand Tournament hasn't started yet, and there is an urge to make an appointment. They can't meet each other, and want to fight each other.

"Fight hard, not careless."

Su Yu also came in, with his little brother, that is, Wu Nian.

That little bald head, shiny forehead, placed in a crowd, very dazzling.

"Not tall, and majestic!"

Yang Feng was also there. It was the first time I saw Wu Nian, and I was sighing. Regardless of the harmlessness of this little bald human and animal, he is actually a ruthless character. If he is not bad, Su Yu may not be his opponent.

"Brother can't beat Junior Brother, it's not weird." Zi Yan sighed. The so-called Senior Brother refers to Su Yu, and the so-called Junior Brother refers to Wunian, who really wants to beat him. Su Yu will definitely be hammered.

Su Yu did not refute this.

The younger brother of his family is born with supernatural power, he vomits blood in one blow!

After speaking, Su Yu looked at him, his eyes gleaming.

The people from Yuxinfeng also came. He looked at Yueling, and beside him was the little junior sister Xiyue, which was Youlan. The two sisters had similar temperaments, especially Yueling, who had a kind of independent cloud. Aloof and cold, many old disciples stepped forward to strike up a conversation, and no one wanted to answer.

"I like Xiao Xiyue more than Yueling." Yang Feng whispered.

"Yueling is mine, whoever is strong, who is anxious." Su Yu straightened his collar.

"You can beat her?" Yang Feng squinted.

"But I'm fighting against it!" Su Yu's words made Xiao Wunian amused.

Birds of a feather flock together.

The three of Wei Teng, Yu Wenhao, and Yan Kang came in together. They were smashed and disabled in the performance stage before, and they have recovered. For this reason, their masters don’t know how much elixir used, naturally, the money It was their family who came out, shame the master, took the money to see a doctor, was crippled by a true spirit, and passed it out to make people laugh and shame the family.

"Ji Hen." When the three came in, they all gritted their teeth.

"Oh, it's not in good shape!"

The strange words of Yin and Yang sounded, and Hua Du appeared on the stage.

These words, I said to Yan Kang, a gesture of gloating, you have what it is today.

After hearing these words, Yan Kang's expression was instantly ugly.

"On the battlefield, it's best not to meet Lao Tzu."

Huadu sneered, still remembering the hatred of Zui Meng Lou that night.

After that, Wei Chuan came in, with Zheng Ming and Yuan Miao beside him. These two were also difficult brothers. Zheng Ming limped on foot while Yuan Miao was leaning on crutches to fight Ji Hen in a martial arts battle. He was the worst. He was robbed of the iron whip, lost two hundred thousand, and lost one million taels.

"Boss, you have to call the shots for me." Zheng Ming said this everywhere.

"Making him."

Yuan Miao also gritted his teeth, he was referring to Ji Hen.

Wei Chuan didn't answer, he walked into the venue and looked around, as if he was looking for something.

What are you looking for? I am looking for Ji Hen.

No one was seen in the two challenges, really frustrating.

Qingyao has already entered the arena and walked by like the wind. During the period, she also glanced at Wei Chuan and went out to Luoxia Peak. She was so awake for her brother, it was because Zhao Yun didn't go to the martial arts stage. Otherwise, Wei Chuan is probably still in the hospital bed at the moment. Lying down, just this, Wei Chuan was still restless, looking for Zhao Yun to fight.

If you don't suffer a beating, this guy feels uncomfortable!

"Buddha cultivators are really extraordinary."

I don't know who said a word, and directed his eyes to the entrance of the venue.

It's the Prajna who is on the stage. He hears the sound of the Buddha before seeing anyone, and brings the light of peace wherever he goes.

"Very strong."

The judgments given by many old disciples are all these two words.

"The body of the heavenly spirit is also infinitely graceful!" Hesed a lot.

When Laozi looked around, Yunfeng had already entered, and Liu Ruyue was still behind him.

She is also the proud girl of heaven, and her touch of coldness and indifference is the same as Yueling.

More people walked in, including elders, old disciples, and new disciples. Looking at them from a long distance is like going to a fair. The female disciples’ clothes are not stained with dust, and each is beautiful and beautiful; the male disciple is very energetic, holding a piece of paper in his hand. Folding fan, the one that shakes is called rhythmic, with its own force.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" Too many people tweeted secretly.

Most of the new disciples who entered the sect this year are talented people!

"Come on, it's not too late to place a bet at this moment."

Old Chen Xuan screamed, came in carrying the gaming table, and put it under the stage with a pounding sound.

Seeing it, Dan Xuan moved to the side, the expression in his eyes was obvious: I don't know this stuff.

Seeing this, Ouyang has already acted to tell the world: I don't know this stuff either.

The two of them pretended not to know each other. Those who knew each other, such as the Xuanshan Old Way in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and Wu Xuantong in the Qingyuan Pavilion, had all got together, and dropped a stack of silver tickets, obviously betting.

There are a lot of disciples and elders coming up,

Competition on stage, betting off stage.

It's nothing more than a fun, and you can win money if you hit the bet.

"Zizhufeng is here."

Accompanied by these words, more than 80% of people looked at the entrance.

Yunyanlian stepped lightly and stepped into the venue, with Mu Qinghan beside her, but Ji Hen was not seen.

"Huh? The one who walked through the back door!"

"It's not that you are afraid of losing, so you dare not come!"

"As I said earlier, the tortoise is so good at that, do you really think he dares to come?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't come, you don't have to be ashamed."

The place where people gather together, there is always talk, babbles, and I blame Ji Hen’s reputation for being so prosperous, and even Zizhufeng, Yunyan and Mu Qinghan also followed the light, and they were all lively everywhere. Such a moment, it seems that it has become a reality. All the attention was given to him because of a disciple.

"Shrink the head tortoise." Wei Chuan snorted coldly.

"Didn't you come?" Qing Yao muttered softly, her pretty eyebrows frowned.

"I haven't seen anyone yet." Mu Qinghan entered the venue and looked around.

Yun Yan was also looking for it, but Zhao Yun was never found.

For this reason, she also glanced at Yunfeng, unconsciously thinking that it was Yunfeng's ghost.

"Junior sister, your little disciple!"

Yun Yan just sat down, and Old Ouyang approached him and smiled.

The pavilion master of the refining pavilion was still thinking about digging the foot of the wall, but he didn't see Zhao Yun before he came to ask.

"Something has been delayed." Yunyan took a deep breath.

Old Ouyang raised his eyebrows, a little unbelievable, glanced at Mu Qinghan, and saw that the girl frowned, he knew that things were not easy, what a wonderful seed, don't be surprised.

"Ji Hen."

Seeing that his master was so worried, Huang Xie gritted his teeth secretly.

He is the true disciple of the Refining Tool Pavilion, but the master favors Zizhufeng disciples so much.

"Look, the finale is coming." I don't know who shouted.

The so-called finale is Chu Wushuang. When the elders and disciples watched, Chu Wushuang had already entered the venue, dancing in a white robe, and the whole body was embellished with clouds. Even the three thousand green silks were shining with brilliance, not eating human fireworks. Arouse the dust of the world, giving people a dreamlike artistic conception.

She was so indifferent and cold, and she was arrogant from beginning to end.

Her arrival dimmed Fanghua from all the female disciples present.

"Unable to fight."

Mu Qinghan whispered, and Liu Ruyue whispered, including Buddhist Prajna, Youlan, Xiao Wunian, Yin Bing Zhenzhen, and even the old disciples Yue Ling, Su Yu, and Yang Feng. They all shook their heads secretly. It was the Xuanyang realm, but they had no chance of winning against Chu Wushuang.

Under the attention of everyone, Chu Wushuang took a seat.

Her only move was to glance sideways at the seat of Zizhufeng, and saw Yunyan and Mu Qinghan, but did not see Ji Hen. The little Wu Xiu who had threatened to challenge her did not come.

"Look at it! Ji Hen has nothing more than a mouthful."

"I don't dare to come to the challenge, I don't know if I brought Ziyu over."

"The person whom the female marshal fancy has really bad temperament. What a shame to the female marshal!"

Because of Chu Wushuang, the discussion sounded again, and the talent named Ji Hen was taken out and slipped again. On that day, at the Yuxinting rally, there was so much rhetoric that no one would dare to come.

"This is the disciple you chose, it's too shameful." Yun Feng said lightly.

"Don't bother you." Yun Yan said coldly.

This simple dialogue was accompanied by an icy breath. The elders and disciples sitting around the two coughed. The twin sisters were uneasy wherever they went.

"You said, what is the physical strength of Tianling?"

"I am more optimistic about Yin Bing's true body."

"That little bald head without thoughts is also a good seed."

"No matter how amazing it is, can it be better than Chu Wushuang? No one can refute the one who took first place!"

"There is no suspense, refute a woolen thread."

Before the war, the atmosphere of the venue was hot enough, and the voices were like a tide.

Most of them are guessing the record, no matter how you guess, the top pick is determined to be Chu Wushuang.

"quiet."

Wu Xuantong, the master of the Qingyuan Pavilion, came to power and said loudly.

The people present all gave face to face, no matter the gossip or the sultry girl, they all died down.

"New disciples, come on stage to draw lots." Wu Xuantong resounded through the audience.

When the words were over, all the new disciples got up, stepped onto the battle platform, and lined up neatly.

Wu Xuantong stroked his beard and looked at Yunyan, "Junior Sister, where is Ji Hen?"

"Something is delayed." Yunyan took a deep breath.

"If he doesn't come, he will be regarded as abstaining." Wu Xuantong said again, this is the traditional rule.

Yun Yan said nothing, but looked sideways at the entrance of the venue.

She doesn't care if she participates in the Xinzong Grand Competition. What she is worried about is the safety of the apprentice.

Wu Xuantong didn’t say much, he took out a hip flask and took a few sips leisurely. Obviously he was delaying time. It was also considered as a face for selling Zizhufeng. The implication was obvious. After the old man finished drinking, Ji Hen would not If you come, you will abstain, so many people are watching?

Yunyan was silent.

At this moment, an ominous premonition became stronger.

Mu Qinghan as a senior sister, Qingyao, Lin Xie, Su Yu, Sikong Jiannan, Ziyan, and Yang Feng who are friends, all frowned, whether something was delayed or was killed!

"How long to wait."

Wei Teng's master said lightly, with a look of displeasure.

Some people picked their heads, and more people agreed. Most of them were at odds with Zizhu Peak. They all showed impatientness. So many disciples and elders waited for a tortoise with a shrunken head, where was his face.

"Elder, are so many people watching?"

"The time limit is up, but you can't break the rules just because someone came through the back door."

"You have to be fair!"

The elders were displeased, and the disciples followed suit, making a mess.

Wu Xuantong let out a dry cough, and took the hip flask in hand. He glanced at Yunyan first, then cleared his throat and said loudly, "Since Ji Hen hasn't arrived, then this new sect competition will be regarded as he abandoned... ."

"Don't don't don't."

Before Wu Xuantong finished speaking, he sighed.

As for Zhao Yun, he ran in through wind, thunder, and lightning. Xu was running too fast, and he didn't step on a steady step. When he entered the venue, a dog chewed on the mud and got stuck, causing too many people to talk.

call!

Seeing Zhao Yun who was alive and kicking, Yunyan and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

The disciples and elders who just clamored for a while, they looked contemptuous, so dare you come!

"He... is Ji Hen?"

The old disciples who hadn't seen Zhao Yun looked up and down from far away.

"A True Spirit Realm, nothing is different!"

"Just such a little Wu Xiu can be taken by the Chi Yan Marshal."

"God knows how he confuses a female coach, he is the best at talking big."

The disciples were not honest, and Haw crooked endlessly.

And Zhao Yun, who seems to have become the protagonist, is watching him in the audience. The expressions on his face are different. There are doubts, contempt, ridicule and ridicule. The weakest person in the entire summer cultivation base is too With a glorious history, his new disciple is the most famous.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Zhao Yun smirked and jumped onto the battle platform in embarrassment.

During the period, he also glanced at Yunyan. The master was looking at him with cannibalistic eyes. You are a small thing, and you will not go home for a few days. There is not even a message. He thought you were dead, which made the master worry.

"Where did you go?" Mu Qinghan on the stage also glared at him.

"Dig...baby." Zhao Yun wiped out his sweat before he stood firm.

"You are really pinching here!" Wu Xuantong gave Zhao Yun a slanted look. In order to delay you, I was scolded. So many people are waiting for you. Are you **** embarrassed?

"Something has been delayed." Zhao Yun let out a dry smile.

"Why don't you find a place to take a break?"

"The elders don't make fun."

"So, line up to draw lots." Wu Xuantong stroked his beard again.