Grabbing a Hottie to be My Wife

"Senior brother Zhao Hai, ten pieces of zhongpinling!"

For a moment, the movement of Ling Tiangui attracted the eyes of all the disciples of Danxi sect.

After a while, Yang Chen's speechless eyes filled with people in front of Ling Tiangui. When he was in the East Yanling, Song Jian was the second, and he was rarely visited.

"Crouching trough, is this clearly contemptuous of me?"

Thinking to himself in the heart, Yang Chen immediately steps forward and asks Ling Tiangui: "don't know if the pill can be pressed?"

"This younger martial brother is a newcomer. Of course, I've opened ten gambling stalls on the north bank. They all know these rules. You can rest assured of your reputation." Ling Tiangui finally patted his chest, full of confidence.

Obviously, with Yang Chen only contact one side of him, did not recognize this strange looking disciple is Yang Chen.

"Well, I'll take Yang Chen down, one hundred Shengling pills and one hundred refreshing pills!" Suddenly dropped the bet, Yang Chen then floated away, the figure, in everyone's eyes were shocked.

"This guy is crazy about Lingshi. If you like the odds, you have to know that Yang Chen has the ability to handle it!"

"Crouching troughs, who dares to press so much on who? This loss will be 300 pieces of medium quality spirit stone." Some people do not understand, looking at Yang Chen left behind, meaningful.

"Hey, I think this man is silly and cute. Besides, he has some influence in his family. He doesn't care about this little money. He has the right to have fun." Most people, are such an idea, feel that pressure Yang Chen is just people stupid money.

As more and more people gathered, Ling Tiangui reduced the odds of those popular candidates.

Yang Chen doesn't care what these people think. He's just angry and despised, especially Ling Tiangui.

All of a sudden, a golden light came from the sky, and the strong breath formed a kind of oppression, which made the disciples of the six or seven layers of cultivation look ugly.

All of them were aware of the fluctuation of the spiritual power, but they were no weaker than the friars who built the foundation. When the golden light was gone, they all looked into the air.

"Hum!"

In the middle of the air, the spirit power was turbulent, and a sharp and pressing sword stood in the air. A young man in white robe, with a towering arrogance, swept the crowd with cold eyes, as if he was superior.

"Is the golden lightsaber a medium-sized spirit weapon used by the leader of Lingyun sect in his early years?" There was an exclamation from the high platform, and someone suddenly cried out, especially the people on the other side of lingyunzong. At the moment, they were all looking at the sky excitedly.

"Elder martial brother Lishui is as proud and sad as he was at the beginning. Who told him that he was the leader's disciple?"

In the crowd's exclamation, Yang Chen knew that this man had been the first in the examination for five consecutive years.

"Ha ha, brother Lishui, you're coming so fast!"

On the other side, on the west side of the high platform, there was a sudden thunder. The sound was so strong that Yang Chen thought it was harsh. Soon a two Zhang tall man suddenly jumped up. His huge figure was as amazing as a towering tree. It turned out that this man was sitting in the flame sect.

Yang Chen's heart is also strange, this flame clan's people are what to eat to grow this physique, this person is more than ten times stronger than big silly light in appearance.

"This is the strongest disciple of flame sect. It is said that he is not from Tianhe. He was picked up in the wild forest. He has the blood of those barbarians. He has been the second child in recent years. He has never dealt with Lishui."

There was a discussion next to him. Yang Chen went over and just listened to a few simple sentences. He introduced some of the top Tianjiao in the lower reaches of the Tianhe river.

Looking at the appearance of a heavenly pride, Yang Chen's heart is gloomy. The strength of these people is very strong. It's only on the surface. It's estimated that there must be a trump card, but he doesn't worry at all, because his goal is to have a good result and get back the spirit stone. He doesn't have to worry about competing with the strongest people.

Time flies by. It's almost noon. The whole Wudao cliff is full of black people. A rainbow roars past and falls on the high platform. It's Yang Chen's uncle cangsongzi with a kind expression.

"This meeting of the four major departments is a contest among the younger generation. It's only for exchange. If any unruly person comes here in the name of competition, he will be severely punished." Cang Songzi suddenly opened his mouth. Basically, every year's meeting must be said. People who are familiar with the rules will skip it directly.

"In this meeting, each of the four schools has ten people. The top three in the last meeting can be directly promoted to the top ten. The rest can go to the hall to draw lots. If they have time to draw lots, they will take turns. After deciding the opponent, they will choose eighteen people and so on. Until the top ten places are decided, the ranking competition will be held."

"As for rewards, all the disciples who participated in this meeting will give us a great gift of Danxi sect's exquisite pills. Those who entered the top 20 will be rewarded with two bottles of marrow washing pills, and the top 10 will be given away by Zhuji pills."

"In addition to the above rewards, the top five also have inferior spirit tools and spirit liquid. The top three can enter the secret realm of heaven.""The above rewards can be accumulated. You should perform well. I declare that the 45th session of the fourth mass conference is officially Start

It has to be said that Cang Songzi has no eloquence except for alchemy. It's very effective for him to do this kind of thing. At the moment, even those disciples who didn't get the quota to participate in all the sects are very enthusiastic.

I'm afraid that after this event, there will be a surge of cultivation in the lower reaches of Tongtian River.

"Wipe, won't be found out!" Yang Chen felt that when Cang Songzi left, he seemed to look at himself. That kind of smile made Yang Chen really have a shivering feeling.

Sure enough, those who have become the foundation building period are not simple people. Yang Chen has no bottom in his heart, but he can't solve his doubts. He can only go to the west side of the main hall and takes a wooden card with 22 on it. I think there will be a notice later, so he stands still and waits.

Sure enough, before long, there was a wave of spiritual power during the foundation period. Suddenly, the cangsongzi's sleeve robe on the main hall swung and made a few quick gestures in the mid air. Immediately, a golden light curtain quietly formed in the mid air of the high platform.

"A pair of twelve, blood stream Zong Wu Sheng, to flame Zong Shi Shui."

"Six for thirty, Danxi for Xinhai and Lingyun for wupeng."

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The order of the competition appeared in the light curtain one by one. Yang Chen also knew that his first opponent was Ling yunzong's disciple.

"According to the order of the appearance of the light curtain, the disciples of each sect came to the stage in turn, and the judge of the first battle was elder Ouyang of Xuexi sect."