Against the World Evil Venerable

In Wentian Hall, the suzerain's six direct disciples headed by Mo Qingfeng stood in front of the group of disciples they led, and the seventh-level disciples stood in a wrong position, filling the huge chessboard of Wentian Hall like densely packed chess pieces.Jin Ziye brought Mie Canglan in through the side door, walked around the edge of the crowd to find the place where the seventh-level disciples gathered, and instructed him to stand at the end and not speak.

Everyone didn't even look at Mie Canglan, but they stood so close that Mie Canglan couldn't stand in the group for a while.So Mie Canglan lowered her figure, and slowly squeezed through the crowd, trying to rub herself against her.Wherever they passed, Mie Canglan clearly heard murmurs of dissatisfaction, and those teenagers uttered their voices in disgust as if they were rubbed against their bodies by something they didn't like.

Mie Canglan finally stood at the place where the crowd was submerged, but Jin Ziye didn't care when he brought him here, walked towards Mo Qingfeng a few steps, nodded and whispered, "Brother, there is something..."

"Let's talk about it after the physical examination is over." Mo Qingfeng's Qingjun face did not show a trace of wavering, everything was as hard as ice, and he did things even more meticulously, without any confusion.Jin Ziye knew the senior brother's temperament, pursed his lips and stopped talking, bowed his head and retreated to the last place in the row of fellow disciples.

Mo Qingfeng looked around the hall, his eyes were as clear as lightning, and he was about to burst out in no time.He was born with a deterrent aura that made people dare not speak rashly.But seeing that all the disciples had arrived, Mo Qingfeng walked into the center of Wentian Hall in a few steps, turned around and bowed to the silver gauze curtain above the golden steps of the hall, and saluted, "All the disciples are here, please show me the suzerain."

There was no wind in the hall, but the silver-white gauze was slowly fluctuating like water rippling, and the corners of the curtain swayed slightly, and a faint figure appeared in the fluctuating twilight.But seeing the outline, not the appearance, there is an invisible shock coming out of the curtain, and it goes straight into the hearts of the people. The man with the high crown and robe is hidden, and there seems to be a faint sound of fairy music swaying in the windless place.

As soon as the figure appeared, everyone in Wentian Hall, headed by the seven masters, and the seventh-level disciples stood in a row, and all saluted the figure above the high rank and inside the curtain, "See the suzerain."

The patriarch of the Qinglian sect does not know how profound his cultivation is, and is well-known throughout the world, but the disciples of the sect cannot see the true face of the sect master. Only his seven direct disciples, and the most outstanding disciples of the sect who are referred to as successors, can secretly see each other. See.Right now, Tian Bu is hiding in the curtain, and when he raised his voice slightly, he heard Shen Ya's middle-aged man's voice spread to the whole hall, "Today, you must be careful in the physical examination, according to my calculation of the cultivation of the disciples in the sect, there should be a few outstanding ones. The person who is here can re-enter your seat."

The seven masters already have their own disciples, except for the third-level disciples who were mentors in the same year.As for this examination of martial arts, there should be other disciples who are also qualified to enter the list of re-transmission disciples. Tian Zhi has always been quite cautious about the matter of master transmission, so he came to supervise this inspection in person.

Mo Qingfeng said respectfully, "Disciple understands." But seeing the clear light inside the silver-white curtain, like a thin mist, Mo Qingfeng understood, so he turned around and waved his cloud sleeve lightly, "Let's start."

The disciples in the sect have different moods, some are eager to know how much they have improved, some are self-confident about their excellence, it doesn't matter, in short, all of them are moved in their hearts, and they just wait for the teacher to check their skills.The first-level disciples led by Mo Qingfeng are all calm, they know that even if the martial arts are slightly flawed, they are still the best in this sect, they just speculate secretly, they don't know whose martial arts Dajin, if he can become a direct disciple of his mentor, he will be even more different than others, and his face will be even more glorious in this sect.

Except for that year and month, the other six mentors were accompanied by a reintroduced disciple who had already been paid, and accompanied them to check the disciples' skills.For a while the disciples at all levels were dispersed, the clear light overflowed, and the mist rose in the Hall of Wentian, as if entering an illusion, all due to the extraordinary energy of the instructors.

Mie Canglan stood at the end of the seventh-level disciples, and the clear light that had clearly filled the hall could not reach him, only layers of figures covered him.But he could still see clearly that Jin Ziye walked up to the group of disciples, called Shen Mingxin out, and checked his skills.The two of them were holding each other's hands, and the blood was connected with just this one movement. Jin Ziye could sense the structure of the body and the precision of refining the energy in Shen Ming's heart through the flow of his own true qi, and a smile gradually appeared between his eyes and brows.

"Shen Mingxin," Jin Ziye retracted his fingers suddenly, and the turbulent light all over his body suddenly fell, "You are already a sixth-level disciple, congratulations."

Shen Mingxin's eyebrows lit up, and he almost blurted out a laugh, but he swallowed it down pretending to be refined, and saluted, "Thank you, mentor, for your cultivation."

All the seventh-level disciples behind him praised each other, but their feelings of jealousy and admiration were mixed. Shen Ming didn't care to argue, but just felt complacent. He twirled his hair and returned to the crowd, surrounded by young men who surrounded him and whispered in a low voice.

Jin Ziye smiled slightly, and thought to himself that if Shen Mingxin had been diligent, he could be accepted as a reincarnation disciple in the future.But he also saw a little ambition of Shen Mingxin, he thought he was talented, fearing that he would improve in the future, so he directly passed Jin Ziye, the last person among the seven mentors, and wanted to take the seats of other senior brothers and sisters.

"If that's the case, it can only be said that he is not a real cultivator..." Jin Ziye smiled bitterly in his heart, but on the surface he continued to work and called the next disciple to continue to check his skills.

Mie Canglan didn't know the meaning of standing here, he didn't even touch the essence of Qi Refining and Clear Light, and he didn't bother to touch him with any blessings that brushed aside.Just look at the instructors over there inspecting the disciples' skills individually, some with happy faces, or some with depressed eyes, all of them are like the drama of all living beings, and have nothing to do with him.

Standing there for no reason, Mie Canglan felt the residual dizziness from just now surged up again. It must have been blocked by the crowd for a long time, it was dark and the air was blocked, which made his chest and brain feel stuffy again.Just as he was thinking about it, the dizziness became more and more clear, and a cloud of natural cold rolled up and down in his chest, a feeling like vomiting and a dull pain, which made Mie Canglan feel uncomfortable in every possible way.

Mie Canglan's throat tightened, and he covered his oppressed chest and swallowed dryly a few times, but the coldness in his chest surged even more violently, and at the same time, sporadic spots appeared in front of his eyes, black with red, which gradually formed into those eyes swirl graphics.

"Mie Canglan, why are you shaking!" A young man in front felt Mie Canglan's shaking, disregarding his dizziness and unsteadiness, he returned his hand and pushed him in disgust.Mie Canglan's feet softened, and the inexplicable cold that suddenly plunged into the ice peak came rushing in. Pushed by the young man, he immediately staggered and folded backwards.Behind him was the towering and heavy pillar of Wentian Temple, which hit the back of his head firmly, and Mie Canglan couldn't help but let out a low cry, feeling his head was like a broken bell, which shattered and trembled when it was hit hard.

"Uh..." Mie Canglan felt unwell all over, shivering from the cold, couldn't stand up for a while, slid down the big pillar, and held on to the ground with one hand to hold on.Although the boy who pushed him just now was puzzled, he didn't feel uneasy at all. He didn't feel that he seemed to have hurt someone, so he turned his head and turned his head away.

Mie Canglan was even more tightly blocked, and was submerged in the shadow of the clear light of the hall with one knee on the ground.But the black and red eyes in the illusion are gathering more and more, like stars pouring down from the sky, the feeling of wanting to vomit in the chest is more restless, and the throat is entwined with cold air, like ice needles.

"What's the matter..." Mie Canglan's limbs were restrained by the sudden dizziness, and he felt chills all over his body, and at this moment, he saw the silver-white gauze curtain at the highest place of Wentian Temple gently moving The suzerain, who had already blurred the outline of the figure, appeared again, secretly raising his hands and twisting his hair.

As soon as this action came out, Mo Qingfeng, who was checking the skills of half of the first-level disciples under the golden steps, was startled. He had received a voice transmission from the suzerain, "Why is there any change in the Temple of Heaven?"

"Sect Master, don't worry, this disciple will check it now." Mo Qingfeng also returned his respectful voice, and immediately pressed his true energy to sense the surroundings, and opened a gap in the heavy true energy, only to feel that there was a heavy and icy breath Cone man, the spirit pervading inside is cloudy and unclear, but it is hidden so deep that even he can't see it for a while.

"What's going on here?" Mo Qingfeng also felt something strange, hurriedly mobilized his true energy again, carefully felt where the strange breath was, turned around and whispered to Dong Ning, the reincarnation disciple beside him, "First, look at everyone Disciple, I have something to do."

"Yes, Master." Although Dong Ning was wondering what Master's business was going on suddenly, she followed the etiquette and ignored Mo Qingfeng's walking away lightly, facing the puzzled eyes of the first-level disciples in front of her.

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