The Hardest Opening System in History

The northern border of the Taixuan Land, the vast land of Shenzhou, the great summer of Shenzhou, the city of Shenjing, and the White Emperor's Palace.

Since this morning, the rain that had rained all night last night has unknowingly turned into a heavy snow of goose feathers, covering the whole world's largest city.

Xuemanxiong City is white everywhere, and for the countless people living in Shenjing City at this time, only the Baidi Palace under the heavy snow is the real Baidi Palace.

Not to mention the imperial palace wall that was washed away by heavy snow with a lot of majestic aura, even the mysterious tree in the center of the Baidi Palace, perhaps missed the flying snow in the sky, and did not shake the snowflakes on the huge body. Falling, but allowing the snow to fall on the branches and leaves, and gradually, directly turned into a snowy tree leaning against the sky.

"At present, the gods are in the same snow, and this life is also considered to be a white head with Xuantian."

On the still prosperous streets of Shenjing City, a group of scholar-like young people, looking at the mysterious heavenly tree above their heads, opened their mouths and let out such a sigh, but at this time, there was a solemn expression on their faces. Lulu, because they knew that at this moment Daxia's soldiers had already moved south and embarked on a life-and-death journey.

Then under the heavy snow, another young man stretched out his hand, caught the snowflakes falling from above, and muttered:

"The vast land of Shenzhou is blessed with the mountains and sea maps, which can withstand external disasters. The four seasons are distinct. I don't know if there is snow on the frontline battlefield where the core of the Taixuan Land is now?"

When this question came out, several young people around raised their brows, and then someone spoke:

"Xiongtai, your thoughts are so strange. My husband once said that now the south of the northern border is covered by the rain of Qixian, how can it snow? And this frontline battlefield is either life or death, and the blood is overwhelming. Is it as easy as you think?"

After the words fell, the young man who spoke slowly stepped forward and continued to speak with a firm voice:

"If it weren't for you and me that weren't enough to fight against the enemy, at this time, we should also be a member of the frontline team, perhaps we have already played against the so-called ancient immortals."

"You kid is still confident. We have countless entrances in Daxia. Those who can go to the battlefield are among the best, especially those who are high-achieving college students. Only those with excellent grades will be recruited, so we still have to practice hard."

After speaking, the oldest young man in the group seemed to have thought of something, and with an enviable voice, he sounded again:

"If one day, I can be lucky enough to enter the Baidi Academy, it would be great."

Baidi Xuegong, these short four words have already left an indelible mark on the hearts of all the young people in Daxia, and it has become an existence comparable to a holy place.

At the same time, the highest academy that was missed by the young people in Daxia at this time was located on the side of the White Emperor Palace. In other words, the White Emperor Palace was actually an extension of the White Emperor Palace.

Even within this academic palace, there is a road that leads directly to the Baidi Palace. What makes the difference is that this first academic palace in Great Xia is not luxurious, but extremely simple. The main body of the academic palace, It's a small lake named Baiwu Lake, above the lake, there are floating entrances with glittering lights and shadows.

Every entrance is a secret realm, which even includes the ancient taboo secret realm that all Daxia monks dreamed of.

You know, these ancient mysteries can only be entered by young people who are among the best in each year of the Great Xia Wushu Examination, but for the Baidi Academy, it is a standard configuration. This shows that the structure of the Academy is high. , It can be seen.

On the other side of Baiwu Lake, there are several thatched huts. Inside the thatched huts, a few people are sitting with their eyes closed and meditation. At the same time, on the snow-covered road outside the thatched hut, there is a person wearing a black Confucian shirt. The old man is coming.

The old man’s steps are steady, although he walks slowly, but every step he takes, his figure is like a teleport, flashing in the snow, but if you look at the snow he has walked, you can see it again. To that series of footprints, the distance between each other is exactly the same, and they are exactly the same.

After just a few breaths, the figure of the old man appeared outside the thatched hut, and then inside the thatched hut, Yu Pengfei, with a tender face, suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look outside the house. After seeing the person, he moved his head. Shrinked, and quickly closed his eyes.

But at the next breath, Yu Pengfei's head was still lightly knocked on a chestnut, and then the old man's deep voice sounded:

"Yu Pengfei, when you enter the time, holding your breath and mind is the most basic requirement."

After the old man's voice fell, Yu Pengfei nodded hastily, opened his mouth and said:

"Boy understands, Mr. Dong Guo."

After Yu Pengfei's voice came out, the old-faced Dong Guo Lezheng nodded slightly, and after reaching out to touch the head of the little guy in front of him, he turned his gaze away and opened his mouth and said:

"Miss Zhong, follow the old man to the White Emperor Palace at this moment."

As soon as this statement came out, in the corner of the thatched hut, a woman with an extremely white face and extremely thin lips slowly opened her eyes, and then the former stood up and bowed to Dong Guo Lezheng in front of him, with a gentle voice. out:

"Sir, please lead the way."

After dozens of breaths, on the snowy road beside Baiwu Lake, a slender figure appeared beside Dong Guo Lezheng in a Confucian shirt.

It is worth mentioning that whether it is the old man on the snow or the girl who came out of the thatched hut, the clothes worn on his body are meticulous, upright, and perfectly in line with Daxia’s inherited from ancient times. etiquette.

There is no doubt that these are two people who strictly abide by their self-discipline and maintain their integrity.

Afterwards, he took a step forward. The old man steadily stepping on the snow, his steps paused slightly, and the old voice of inquiry came out:

"Isn't it surprising that you will be called into the palace in the eyes of the frontline battle?"

After the old man's question came out, Zhong Shenxiu, who was fair-skinned and Shengxue, was taken aback for a while, and then respectfully said:

"Mr. Hui, it is indeed a bit unexpected. I heard that your Majesty attaches great importance to this battle and will be conquered by his own hands. Therefore, summoning me was not as expected."

"It is gold that always shines. Since you came back from the snowy field a few years ago, it has been quite low-key, so low-key that even many people have forgotten that you were once the famous leader of the two houses."

Dongguo Lezheng's remarks carried the meaning of thinness, but Zhong Shenxiu who followed behind him, his complexion remained unchanged, and he respectfully responded:

"Sir, these are all false names. Shenxiu once didn't value it, and now it doesn't value it even more."

"Right."

After the old man's response sounded, it seemed to have thought of something, a thick smile flashed across the ruddy old face, and then a joking voice came out and said:

"If you are concerned about this fame, then when your Majesty has just returned to the capital of God, he will not put forward different opinions on the way of the Holy Master."

As soon as he said this, Zhong Shenxiu's complexion finally changed slightly, and then he took a deep breath, and said with convincing convincing:

"I was blindfolded, I was wrong!"