Retrograde fairy way

Han Yan heard his words, and the nervousness above the beauty was fleeting, and she clenched her palms secretly, intending to stop Bing Mengyue from continuing to ask, but at this moment, it seemed that this was not allowed.

"Master, although he is an old man, he is the most peaceful, maybe..."

A smile flashed across Ye Hanqing's beautiful eyes, and she said gently.

"Okay, the juniors below have started fighting, let's see if there are any outstanding disciples this time!"

Seeing her look of 'seducing' her disciple, Shi Jiaojiao put on a pretty face, and urged her with some taste.

Beautiful women already have a heart for comparison. Shi Jiaojiao comes from an extraordinary background, and her own aptitude is not weak, but compared to Ye Hanqing, who is a disciple of the pavilion master and a proud daughter of the sect's heavenly spirit, she is even inferior in appearance. It can be said that she falls below everywhere. .

It's no wonder that he feels uncomfortable in his heart. Although there are many thorns in his words, he also understands that they are not too explicit, otherwise it will be really difficult to end.

Han Yan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words. With her intelligence, she could naturally see Shi Jiaojiao's hostility towards Ye Hanqing, and even a little bit of hostility towards herself.

But as long as she changed the topic and stopped going around Ye Hanqing's practice place, that was what she was afraid of.

He secretly pulled the palm of La Bingmengyue's hand, signaling her to stop talking about it, so as not to reveal her feet.

Bing Mengyue just shrank her neck timidly at the two, put away her previous curiosity, and turned her head to look at the scene outside the window.

The four girls each have their own thoughts, and the four spirits in the sky who have been looking out of the window, but their minds are all on the four girls. No one has noticed that Xia Qiongya's eyes have been secretly falling on Bing Mengyue.

"Is it her?"

Xia Qiongya's eyes were full of confusion and doubt, and there was a hint of reminiscence.

Suddenly, Bing Mengyue turned her head, seemed to see him looking at her, then smiled shyly at him, turned her head with blushing cheeks, and continued to look outside.

"Impossible, she has been dead for a hundred years, but she is too similar, she has not changed at all!"

Taking a deep look at Bing Mengyue, Xia Qiongya withdrew her gaze and also looked out the window.

At this time, on the [-] martial arts platforms in the square, there were two foundation-builder monks, fighting each other like a raging fire.

Everyone knows that as long as they can stand out in the battle of martial arts, they can be admitted to the Yunxiao Pavilion, and they will rise to the top ever since.

Although it is stipulated that killers are not allowed, who would care about such things when they are on the stage of fighting skills?

Especially those monks with good backgrounds, when facing their opponents, they look like they will never stop dying as soon as they make a move, wishing to kill their opponents directly so that they can advance quickly.

In the path of these martial arts platforms, there are more than a dozen alchemy cultivators shuttle back and forth, always paying attention to the situation of the two sides' martial arts.

Their duty is to take action when necessary to separate the two parties so as not to cause unnecessary damage.

But under such circumstances, it is also an opportunity for them to make money. For the secret use of improper means, their elders turned a blind eye to the benefits of these alchemy cultivators who enforced the law. Such situations are not uncommon.

Those who were killed were also mostly rootless and unprofessional casual cultivators, and no one cared about them, so they sought justice for them.

Around the square, countless monks gathered around to watch with relish, and in the surrounding tall buildings, there were even more crowds.

The various shops built next to the square also made a lot of money.

Because of the number of people, although there are [-] fighting tables in use, each meeting lasts about ten days.

And only for six hours during the day, so that these monks can collect information about their opponents and make comprehensive preparations.

With the passage of time, the battles of martial arts ended, and this grand gathering of apprentices also came to an end.

Some people are happy and some are worried. Yunxiao Pavilion recruits only a few hundred disciples each time, and they are selected from tens of thousands of monks. One can imagine the cruelty.

Those winners were naturally very happy. Although those who retreated because of the failure of the fighting skills were depressed, they were not seriously injured. Only those who were seriously injured in the fighting skills felt extremely uncomfortable.

Not to mention, there are countless people who lost their lives in the fighting.

Among these onlookers, there was a pair of eyes that kept staring at the private room belonging to the Tianjiao who presided over the meeting in Yunxiao Pavilion.

……

"This matter is a bit troublesome!"

In a corner, Wang Mo frowned, looking at the elegant room, his eyes flickered.

Seeing that the meeting was coming to an end, and among the arrogances in Yunxiao Pavilion, he finally saw the people he wanted to see, and they were all among them, Wang Mo made up his mind to meet no matter what.

But with his current cultivation base, he still felt a few faint auras around him that made his heart palpitate, and he knew that it was absolutely impossible to forcibly approach by force.

Thinking about it, it's true that the Tianjiao figures of Yunxiao Pavilion's generation are all here, so how can there be no reason not to protect them secretly?

What makes Wang Mo anxious is that, judging from the situation of this meeting, after the end, they and their party will definitely rush back to Yunxiao Pavilion, so where will there be any chance to get close to them?

Originally, he planned to dress up as a foundation-building cultivator and mix in the fighting techniques, but what made him helpless was that all monks who participated in the fighting techniques would enter a special formation to conduct bone exploration.

As the name suggests, it is to search for bones to judge the age of a monk.

Even though Wang Mo is confident that his own breath-holding technique can hide it from the late Yuanying monks under caution, but there is really nothing he can do about this formation that directly explores the inside of the body.

At a loss, Wang Mo had no choice but to book a private room near the window to watch in a restaurant around the square, hoping to find a suitable opportunity.

But when things came to an end, there was no progress at all.

If he made a strong breakthrough, with his current cultivation base, he would fall into this square [-]% of the time.

To be careful, he also brought the bloody clothes and the two foxes with him, but he did some hiding.

Through the perception of the bloody clothes, Wang Mo was even more shocked.

There are no fewer than ten Nascent Soul cultivators hidden in the dark, and there are three of them in the late Nascent Soul stage alone. Among them, there is an aura that even the bloody clothes at this time feel fear, it is definitely the Nascent Soul Dzogchen.

Faced with such a potential opponent, Wang Mo also had to restrain his temper, for fear of attracting the attention of these strong men.

Time passed little by little, and the meeting of recruiting apprentices finally came to an end.

With the ups and downs of cheers, all the private rooms on the high platform, facing the square, were opened after a stream of light flickered.

A group of Tianjiao in Yunxiao Pavilion stood on the edge, and one of them, an unusually handsome man, took a jade slip from below.

Sweeping slightly with his spiritual sense, he was about to crush the jade slip in his hand.

A peculiar fluctuation of vitality then spread, forming a huge light curtain, with rows of subtitles on it, showing the foundation-building monks who could enter the Yunxiao Pavilion during this conference.

In the private room, the moment Wang Mo saw the handsome man, his pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, he gritted his teeth secretly, and with a flick of his figure, he left the private room.

……

At the same time, far away in the Demon Realm and near the south, the original location of Tianmoyuan has turned into a strange land.

It was the Langya Secret Realm that escaped directly from the void due to a sudden change decades ago. At this time, its area directly occupied the south of the Demon Realm.

Instead of the original land, Tianyun State is connected to the northeast, Tianhuo State is connected to the southeast, the Gulong Mountains are connected to the south, and Tianfeng State is connected to the southwest, a state that is a quarter of the size.

Although the original special rules of the Langya Secret Realm collided with the rules of the Tianfeng Continent, this place was mostly surrounded by space cracks.

Although the passage of time is slowly decreasing, some people who are not afraid of death and want to win the treasure inside have found some rules.

But this place is still a land of succubus demons with ten deaths and no life.

The space storm that blows up from time to time, even if the Nascent Soul cultivator can't dodge it, he will be drowned in it in an instant, let alone other monks.

At this time, a hunched figure, with a linen robe stretched out, and a black long-stem pipe pinned to his waist, a dark old man like an old farmer, was standing impatiently in the long space storm. On a huge rock in the southeast of the haunted area.

The location where it was standing happened to be out of the range covered by the space storm.

This person is none other than Li Yuyang, the master of the Artifact Refining Sect.

"These two little devils invited the old man to meet, but no one came. They really don't know how to respect the old and love the young!"

Cursing fiercely, as if he had been waiting for a long time, Li Yuyang's wrinkled old face was full of impatience, but his seemingly casual appearance, in his small eyes, flashed from time to time The color of Dao Dao Jingmang and cunning.

Just as he waited for an unknown amount of time and kept swearing, two flashes of light suddenly appeared in the distance in the sky, one red and one black, which were extremely secretive, and if he was not someone with extremely strong cultivation, he would definitely not be able to see the slightest clue.

"Hmph, two little devils, if you can't tell the truth, whether there is a way to break through to the upper realm, you will definitely not be able to deal with them in the future!"

Li Yuyang, who was originally chattering, looked up and cursed fiercely at the moment when the two obscure lights appeared.

"Haha, let Mr. Li wait for a long time!"

Not long after, the two rays of light descended, and when the light was retracted, two monks with outstanding auras were revealed. One of them, a middle-aged man in a golden robe, said with a hearty smile.

"I'm really sorry to keep Mr. Li waiting for a long time. You also know that the space here is extremely unstable, and you can't use teleportation magical powers, so the journey will be a bit slow!"

Another monk with white hair and bones on the right side of his face also took a few steps forward, bowed to him, and smiled apologetically.

These two people are the two great cultivators in the Demon Realm—He Lianyun and Luo Chonglou.

"Hey, my old man is used to waiting for others, but I don't care about this time. Anyway, they are all people who are about to enter the earth. Sit down, the old man has prepared good wine!"

Li Yuyang smiled hesitantly, he didn't see the anxious jump he had before, as if he had changed himself, he flipped his wrist and took out a set of eating and drinking utensils.

Then he flattened a piece of ground with one palm, took out the table and chairs, sat on them, picked up the flagon and drank heavily.

"Hehe, since that's the case, I'll drink and chat while waiting!"

He Lianyun smiled slightly, sat down on another seat without any notice, picked up another jug ​​on the table, and filled the wine glasses one by one.

Seeing this, Luo Chonglou also sat aside, but instead of drinking from a glass, he watched Li Yuyang drink heavily, as if he was waiting for something.