The God of Sky & Earth

Hearing that Yunxiao said, Su Yi’s eyes were also slightly sinking, and the vast temples were overwhelming.

Huanghuang 佰草山, the top of the mountain stands, Jinwa tourmaline appears golden under the illumination of the first yang, such as a flying dragon and the sky.

It is magnificent and magnificent. Compared to the city government of Zhongzhou, it is like a cloud in the clouds, and the towering temples show the end of the holy mountain.

"Her generation seems to be really different."

Su Yi secretly speculated that the world is big, the more he goes out, the more novelties he feels, and Su Yi is not surprised that Yunxiao said that the export gas is so big.

"It’s just that the Huacaoshan College is so huge. There are still many such branches in the whole Zhongzhou. In total, there are absolutely tens of millions of people in the holy mountain."

Su Yi’s heart suddenly ignited a raging fire, and an inexplicable war was like a volcanic eruption.

Calculated in rough and rough, the chaotic domain does not add up to a holy mountain. His own tyrants need to develop rapidly. Not only do they have to become stronger, but the tyrants can't stand in a small hill and sit on the ground.

After a long period of indifference, Su Yi took out the disciples who had just been taken from the sacred mountain disciple, and wrote: "The inner door of the Kyufu, the broken Hong".

Su Yideng knew that the original sacred disciple was called Shuhong, and he was an internal disciple of the Kyufu.

According to the strength of the inner gates of the sacred disciples, the division is divided into the nine prefectures, and the capital is the strongest.

In other words, this broken Hong is in the inner door, the strength is low, so the college will send them this weak strength, there is no expectation to search the missing holy mountain guards.

"This broken Hong seems to be a natural talent, suffering from more white eyes!" Su Yi looked at the token in his hand, and smiled in his heart.

"It doesn't matter, who bullies you, I help you out! I will help you collect the money!"

Seeing the sign of Su Yi’s hand, Yun Yun also took it out of his arms and pointed to his own brand and said lightly.

"What I wrote on this is, Mo Qing, the inner door of the Eight Houses! Not so good, the strength is unsightly."

Su Yi gaze at the gods, according to the capacity after the easy capacity, and Yunxiao and two people pretend to enter.

"Go, go ahead and see!"

Just entering the gate of the Holy Mountain College, the eye-catching is the Yingxiu grass between the pillars of the carved beams. I saw that everyone looked in a hurry and had no consideration for Su Yi and Yun Yu.

The two also looked around and looked around. The first time they went deep into the holy mountain, everything was both amazing and dangerous. At this time, a female disciple rushed over in the distance and said to Yunxiao.

"Mother, sister, why are you still hanging out! Five sons have heard that they have already arrived at the hospital. The prologue will begin soon. Let's go to the square to gather!"

"what?"

Yunxiao was a little shocked. Zhang Er’s monk couldn’t find his head and looked at the female disciple. He even met an acquaintance of the Eight Houses in a strange position.

"Well... well, let's go!" Yunxiao said with a kind of learning, the smile between the eyebrows could not be hidden.

Immediately, the female disciple approached Yunxiao and said: "Today's pro-chief ceremony is extremely important. If you don't have such high qualifications, you shouldn't come and go!"

Su Yideng’s heart was filled with coldness, and the holy mountain was really a place of mercenary. Even the bottom of a college’s inner door had such calculations and calculations.

The female disciple is not blind to Su Yi, only to take the cloud intimately, and then walks to the front corridor.

Yunxiao was pretending to be reserved, twisting his brow and looking back at Su Yi, what should he do?

Su Yi smirked and raised his hand, and said: "Go ahead, don't delay the grand ceremony! Mo Qingshi!"

"You!" Yunxiao was quickly taken away by the female disciple.

Later, Su Yi did not say much and followed, after a few twists, he came to an open-air huge square.

Upon entering the square, Su Yi looked faintly. He saw that the entire square was round and occupied thousands of meters. The center was centered on the center and divided into thirty-two fan-shaped high platforms.

In the middle of the hollow, there is a higher platform, and at this time every fan-shaped platform has already had a dense crowd of people, and the voice is full of people.

It is understood that this pro-committee ceremony is very fair in the past. Only the inner disciples can participate in the pro-chief ceremony.

Because of the participation of the five saints, the college adopts different rules and all the people can participate.

Therefore, the entire square was filled with people and seas. All the disciples were eager for the eyes, looking forward to a snowy shame. If they were lucky enough to worship under the elders of the Holy Mountain, they would fly to the branches and become phoenixes.

The sound of Haotian is deafening, like the boiling hot water, pushing the atmosphere of the entire pro-chief ceremony to the peak.

Su Yi was shocked, and it was such a momentum that a 佰草山学院, the sacred mountain's heritage is not what the current tyrants can do!

After careful inspection, I saw that the inner disciples occupied the nine fan-shaped high platforms with the best position in the middle. From the middle of the high platform, they were the inner disciples, and the rest were the foreign disciples and the area where the disciples were named.

“The atmosphere is really lively!”

Su Yi secretly nodded, avoiding exposure, secretly running foggy mirror snow, and the water property was on the way.

The vitality converges to the extreme, and the repair is reduced again, and it falls to the six levels of the Yuan dynasty, which is consistent with the original atmosphere of the smashing.

At one glance, I found the high platform of the Nine Gates of the Neifu. Su Yi hurried into the crowds of the Kyufu. Looking far away, Yunxiao was watching himself on the No. 8 high platform next to him.

Su Yi picked up his eyebrows and pretended not to know. Yun Yun was waving his fist in the crowd and staring at it in disgust.

Looking at the middle platform again, at this time, a group of people in the city's main government accompanied several deputies, who had already come to the middle platform and sat down with each other.

Everyone is serious in their minds. Today, the five holy sons are facing the city, and it is obviously ready.

The people underneath are talking about it. Several disciples around Su Yi whispered: "The city government is still a little shorter than our holy mountain school! You look at the Ouyang city owner, respectful deputy deacons, or If you have to enter the holy mountain, you will have a head-on, and you will be mixed up!"

"Hey, that's what you don't know, Zhang Dan, I tell you, this Ouyang city owner has a beautiful daughter, called Ouyang Jinwei. In the holy mountain, he went under the door of the elders of Rushan, and he was very talented. He almost entered the original. In that sequence! The most important thing is the pair of legs, the curve!"

The disciples around him finished, and the eyes were full of lustful and wretched, and the eyes were full of light.

Su Yi was heavily screaming and chilling. "This woman has a lot of support, and my gamble is still there."

"Really? I didn't hear that he lost to Su Yi? It almost became Su Yi's wife, that is violent things!"