Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Now there are only Xiaojin and Xiaoqinglong in the Brahma Luo silver cup, so you can only discuss with them, Xiaojin immediately objected: "Xiaoluo, I don't think you need to go to the medicine hall, if you know that you are good at alchemy, then If you don't catch you to practice alchemy, where do you have time to practice and find out the whereabouts of Linglongxin?"

Fan Tianluo is right when she thinks about it. She can make alchemy only if she has the materials. With her current strength, she feels that it is entirely possible to refine the seventh-level elixir. But she can't succeed without the ingredients, but there is really no need to go to the medicine hall up.

"But if Xiao Luo doesn't enter the Medicine Palace, doesn't that mean she has no chance to live in the main peak? Then how can she detect Linglong's heart?" Xiao Qinglong held the opposite opinion.

Xiao Jin immediately shook his head, revealing his usual deep expression, and said, "Isn't the outer disciple competition coming up every three years? It would be better for Xiao Luo to enter directly."

Fan Tianluo was stunned and said: "No way, how can I be qualified when I just came here?"

"How do you know that you are not qualified? If there is no new disciple of yours this time, you can propose to participate by yourself. There are more than 2000 inner disciples on the main peak. It is much more convenient for you to inquire about the news, and the alchemist will be trapped. It's in the Medicine Hall." Xiao Jin analyzed.

Fan Tianluo nodded, feeling that what Xiao Jin said made sense, so she decided not to be an alchemist.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang, for letting me know." Fan Tianluo was no longer surprised by this.

After the group descended from Nanhan Peak, they walked up a much wider stone path to the main peak. In fact, the two mountains seemed to be connected together from a distance. In fact, it was only after descending that they realized that the distance between them was at least several thousand meters. The so-called Wangshan running dead horse is this distance.

The golden sun rises slowly from the east, and the golden light shines on the earth. The five mountains are particularly majestic and majestic under the golden light. Fan Tianluo feels that the scenery here is really beautiful, and she feels that the trip is worthwhile.

On the road leading from Nanhan Mountain to the main peak, we can meet many disciples. Obviously, there is still a lot of communication between the side peak and the main peak. Knowing Guanshi Zhang nodded and left.

"Senior brother Zhang, why do people here seem so indifferent?" Kuang Xiaoyi also saw this situation and couldn't help asking.

Guanshi Zhang smiled: "Everyone is here to improve their cultivation, but they don't have so much time and energy to deal with other people, and there is a lot of competition here, and it is not easy for inner disciples. The competition once every three months They also have to carry out the match, and the last one will be kicked out of the inner door, so who cares to waste time.”

Fan Tianluo deeply felt the rules of survival of the fittest in Bixianmen. Although it is cruel, it has to be said that it can make it stronger and better. Without competition, there will be no motivation. If it goes on for a long time, only decline will wait for it.

"Isn't this too impersonal?" Yin Fengxue asked such a sentence, which made the other disciples look at him in surprise. It seems that he himself is the most impersonal here, right?

Zhang Guanshi smiled again and said: "That's not true. Where there are people, there will be fights, so there will be gangs. You should be careful in the future and don't offend people easily, because you will never know who the forces behind these disciples are." How strong, and there are good people and there are bad people, although the rules of Bixianmen are strict, people will die from time to time, especially when going out to practice, more people will die, hey."