Even for the entire Dongyue Sect, the Great Competition of the Outer Gate can be regarded as a major event.

Patiently waiting for the competition to end, the deacons of the south hall neatly sorted out the scriptures, handed them over to the highest-ranking moon pattern deacons to look at, and then carefully sealed them.

Most of the sixty seniors from the inner gate had already returned, and this time there were no disciples who could not be favored by them, Zhu Feng couldn't help but be a little disappointed, but he had long been used to this scene.

If a few inner disciples could come out every ten years, the Heavenly Demon Sect would not be so rampant.

In the main hall of Huayang Peak.

The deacon, dressed in a blue robe, picked up the teacup and said lightly: "Actually, the inner gate is optimistic about a disciple. ”

The moon pattern embroidered with silver filigree shows the luxurious atmosphere, this pattern not only represents the power of the south hall, but also shows that its owner is a true immortal of the Jindan realm.

Therefore, in front of him, even Zhao Jing could only sit at the end, signaling the disciple to add a hot spiritual spring to the other party, and then asked absentmindedly: "Wolong Mountain, or Hidden Sword Peak, it will not be the South Palace, right?"

Hearing this, several disciples waiting next to him showed envy on their faces.

What Deacon Zhao said in his mouth was the mountain gate with the highest ranking of the peaks, of course, the south hall could not be strictly regarded as a mountain gate, but this did not affect its status as the first in the outer gate.

The Moon Pattern Deacon shook his head, glanced meaningfully at the scroll in Zhao Jing's hand, and said with a light smile: "It's Xiao Qingshan." ”

"Wang Yao?!"

Zhao Jing suddenly raised his eyes, and subconsciously asked the name that made him feel irritable.

In fact, at the beginning, everyone never had the intention of dealing with Qingshan in their hearts, not because they were soft-hearted, but because Xiaoqingshan had been lonely for more than 20 years, and now it is an empty mountain.

There is no need to make a move at all.

Suddenly, there was an elder in the early stage of foundation building, and nothing could be changed.

Only Zhao Jing has an extra heart, even if Xiao Qingshan dies for a lifetime, he still makes arrangements, and he is bound to wipe out the last trace of life.

Of course, there are also personal grievances, after all, his beloved apprentice Yang Mu has not returned yet.

But there's no denying that he's done it to the extreme.

More than half of the mountain gates in the peaks couldn't get a disciple who could build a foundation within ten years, Huayang Feng took it out, and successfully arranged it to Wushen.

I didn't expect the disciple surnamed Wang...... Now it is favored by the inner door again......

Thinking of this, Zhao Jing only felt a chill in his heart.

Moon Deacon shook his head: "It's a child named Xiao Bao." ”

Creak.

Zhao Jing's hand holding the scroll was a little heavier, if it weren't for the fact that Kong Fang Zhenxian hadn't left, he couldn't help but open it and take a look.

How did another one pop up!

Damn Xiao Qingshan only has three disciples in total, could it be that all of them are talented?!

"What are you anxious about?" Kong Fang frowned.

"If that kid enters the inner door......" Zhao Jing gritted his teeth.

"There are no ifs. Kong Fang stood up and looked out of the main hall, with a hint of strangeness in his voice: "He refused." ”

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples in the main hall trembled.

Zhao Jing's square face was full of astonishment and funny, and it took a long time to squeeze out two words from between his teeth: "Ridiculous!"

......

......

The peak of the small green mountain.

Su Bailu looked at the small figure in the room who fell asleep, and couldn't help but lean over there, reaching out to pick up the other party's short hair.

Suddenly, the girl jerked over and grabbed her wrist, her cold little face full of vigilance.

"You ......" Su Bailu subconsciously looked at the scars on the other party's face.

But I saw that the girl decisively shrank back, and the other hand reached towards her waist, and after an instant, her face changed slightly, and she shook her sleeves again, and finally touched her hair.

“......”

She bit her lip, stared at Su Bailu's eyes, slowly retreated towards the door, and said in a low voice:

"Don't come here. ”

Su Bailu watched the other party exit the wooden house in amazement, and then saw a slightly thin figure walk in, and the girl was carried in her hand expressionlessly, like a loveless kitten.

"Master?"

Lin Ze nodded, and threw Yu Huan back on the bed: "Without my orders, don't let her run around." ”

With that, he turned and walked out the door.

As soon as he took a few steps, he frowned and looked back, only to see Yu Huan following behind his ass without saying a word.

Finding that the Taoist was looking at her, she stubbornly raised her head and said coldly, "I want to follow you." ”

Lin Ze nodded thoughtfully.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Bring the rope." ”

Su Bailu: "......"

Then I saw Master mercilessly tie it up into a small rice dumpling and throw it back into the room.

She asked a little distressedly, "Is this the little junior sister?"

Lin Ze shook his head and denied: "No." ”

Although he brought the girl back, he had no intention of taking the other party under his door.

At least not yet.

"By the way, here's the wound medicine, you know how to use it, right?"

"The disciple understands. ”

Lin Ze threw a few medicine bottles over, and there was only one female cultivator on the green mountain, Su Bailu, so he put Yu Huan in the other party's wooden house.

With all this done, he walked towards the edge of the cliff.

There were three tall and short figures, with their chests and stomachs straightened, and their faces full of nervousness.

Lin Ze took out the scroll sent by the South Hall, sat lazily in the bamboo chair, glanced at the three of them, and slowly opened the scroll.

After a while, he looked up and said to Wang Yao, "Yes, go back and have a good rest." ”

Any disciple of the Mountain Sect who wins the first place in the big competition will definitely get the reward given by the teacher, but Lin Ze has no intention of this.

On the other hand, Wang Yao, with two simple words, made his face suddenly swell with a touch of surprise, even more than when he saw Zhuji Dan, and turned around with a smile.

As for the remaining two, they were not so lucky.

Yang Mu coughed twice with a bitter face.

Xiao Bao quietly teased his fingers.

Lin Ze looked over with a smile: "Very good." ”

Hearing this, the two little things felt cold in their hearts and pointed at each other at the same time.

"Brother Mu took me there!"

"It's Senior Brother Xiao who didn't make it clear!"

"Brother Mu let me be heavy-handed!"

"Senior Brother Xiao didn't say that he had already practiced Qi to perfection!"

Lin Ze watched them throw each other coldly, picked up the scripture scroll and knocked it on each of their foreheads: "There were seven competitions in total, six disciples were injured, and the last one was faster to admit defeat, what are you thinking in your mind?"

"Is the innate true fire something to use against fellow disciples?"

That's why he didn't let Xiao Bao go to the big competition.

The little guy had only been in the cultivation for three months, and he had no idea of the importance of his actions, and he hadn't even dealt with the monks much, so how could he just let him go and fight with the rest of the disciples.

"You also used the Innate True Fire at that time, and you almost didn't roast Elder Qingfeng......" Yang Mu rubbed his forehead and muttered in a low voice.

Lin Ze didn't hear this sentence, and looked at it lightly: "Spit out for three hours, and you don't have to eat tonight if you miss a stick of incense." ”

The two brothers looked at each other and walked towards the spiritual spring helplessly.

The little fox hurriedly jumped down from Xiao Bao's neck and curled up in Lin Ze's palm obediently, it didn't want to accompany Xiao Bao to vomit, and died of boredom.

Raise your head and shout in a milky voice: "Daddy!"

Lin Ze, who was about to get up, paused, and glanced at it expressionlessly: "You go too." ”

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