"This sect is hosting the Immortal Sect Great Competition today, and it is really a blessing to have all of you come to participate in this grand event. I hope that all young talents can show their talents and show their demeanor. "This woman is the current palace master of Cuiwei Palace, Fairy Weilan. Not only is she talented, but she has always been known as the Shuangshu of the cultivation realm with the Dingyun Fairy of the Qinghua Immortal Sect.

"The time has come, and the Immortal Sect Great Competition has officially begun!" The voice of the Weilan Fairy and the microwave on the lake, a light blue spiritual power floated from her body to the surroundings, and the person who was penetrated by this layer of spiritual power had an intuition as if he had been immersed in a layer of water, and even his mind was much clearer.

The treasure boat on the lake began to shake, will it not overturn the river and the sea, and some of the disciples of the Qinghua Immortal Sect are already standing unsteadily. Zhuo Junchen and Lian Xinhong pulled Mu Zisu's arm alone, so they didn't make him fall down. Now Mu Zisu is considered to be the lowest cultivation on the entire ship, and he is a little embarrassed to be supported by the two of them.

Shen Hanfeng watched the ripples on the surface of the lake become more and more intense, and with a wave of his hand, the ship immediately stabilized. If someone takes a closer look, they can see that where the treasure ship of the Qinghua Immortal Gate meets the water surface, there is a thick layer of ice, and under the water surface, the huge ice layer supports the treasure ship, making them much more stable than others.

Mu Zisu could stand up straight and watch the jokes of the other people on the boat.

Shen Hanfeng's movements were not big and fast, and many of the leaders on the boat had not seen his actions clearly, let alone copied his actions, so they could only feel the hull under their feet more and more violently in the increasingly strong wind and waves.

"What is this Cuiwei Palace doing!" There was already a muttering and complaining voice. The relaxation and calmness of the people in Qinghua Xianmen are particularly unique among the panicked crowd.

"It seems that Qinghua Immortal Sect really deserves to be the first Immortal Sect." Fairy Weilan smiled lightly in her eyes, and said to the Fuyong Immortal Jun on her side.

Fuyong Immortal Jun smiled silently, it was impossible for Fairy Weilan not to know that Shen Hanfeng had come to Cuiwei Valley, and Senior Nephew Shen's small move did not cover up much in front of them, but he didn't know what Fairy Weilan meant by saying this.

Jiuyan, the master of Jiuyangmen, was also invited to the side, and after listening to the praise of Fairy Weilan, he pretended to be unintentional and said: "My disciple of Jiuyangmen is not bad." ”

Everyone's eyes moved to the treasure ship of Jiuyangmen, most of the people in Jiuyangmen were swaggering, the fiery red treasure ship was extremely conspicuous, and the group of red-robed disciples on the chartered boat seemed to have red faces.

"Is this in, breath-holding?" Fu Yong looked at the group of Jiuyangmen disciples with red faces and red ears, holding their breath so much that even the green tendons on their necks were clear.

Jiu Yan said angrily: "Fuyong Immortal Jun is looking away, this is the secret method within our sect, these disciples have been cultivating for many years, and they are stable, so that they can stabilize the rocking treasure ship."

As soon as the master of Jiuyanmen finished speaking, he heard a muffled laughter, but he looked left and right angrily, but he couldn't find who didn't take his Jiuyangmen in his eyes so much.

The palm of the Weilan Fairy was raised, and a jade Ruyi with a length of more than a foot appeared in his palm, and after the blue aura flashed, the long-turbulent waves finally calmed down.

Everyone looked into the distance along the Weilan Fairy's distant gaze, and beyond the encirclement of the treasure ship, hundreds of blue competition platforms like ice sculptures rose on the smooth mirror-like lake.

These quadrangular platforms are blue and clear, and there seems to be the purest water flowing stillly, and there are four phoenixes with their heads raised outwards at the four corners. The competition platforms are independent of each other, but there are countless interconnected corridors on the side of the competition platform, even on the water, which can also allow the disciples who have not competed to watch, or cheer for their own brothers and sisters.

"After a quarter of an hour, I also ask all the participating disciples to find their own competition platform, and abandon the competition after the deadline." Weilan Fairy's words can be regarded as the prelude to the Immortal Sect Competition.

A quarter of an hour is not too long, even the disciples of Qinghua Immortal Sect are also a little anxious, these comparisons look very similar, and there are no digital signs, how can this be good?

"Don't panic, wait for these golden sequences to appear on the table, and when the numbers appear, it's not too late for you to set off." When everyone was helpless, it was Ling Yihang who spoke out, relieving everyone's anxiety.

After listening to his explanation, everyone really calmed down a lot, and after a while, there was a golden mist on the platform. All the people controlled their magic weapons and flew towards their own fighting platform.

Zhuo Junchen's Chongxiao Sword had already been broken, and he could only fly over with light skills, but fortunately, the competition platform he and Huo Mei'er was not far away from the treasure ship of Qinghua Immortal Gate.

Before leaving, Zhuo Junchen specially glanced back at Shizun. Shen Hanfeng nodded at him calmly: "Be careful." ”

Zhuo Junchen bowed his head solemnly, he would naturally take care of himself, and he would also promise his master to let Huo Meier be out of the game in the first game.

When Zhuo Junchen landed on the competition platform, Huo Mei'er had already arrived for a long time, she didn't have to come over by herself like Zhuo Junchen, and there were five or six disciples of the sect who were willing to carry her to offer her dedication.

Huo Mei'er stroked the ends of her hair with both hands, watching Zhuo Junchen's eyes flicker, the meaning was inexplicable. Zhuo Junchen just looked at her calmly, and his mind did not waver in the slightest.

"I didn't expect that the bet contract that was made yesterday will be decided today." Huo Mei'er whispered to Zhuo Junchen.

When Zhuo Junchen heard this, there was a trace of doubt in his heart, although the first battle of the disciple election was a watershed. The winning side can advance to the next round, and the losing side will have to wait until five days later to determine the last 100 disciples to win the disciple before competing for ten qualifications from among all the losing disciples. But listening to Huo Meier's tone, it seems to mean victory or defeat in this move.

Zhuo Junchen said: "Senior Sister Huo doesn't have to be discouraged, even if you lose this game, you will still be eligible to enter the top 100 in the next game." ”

Huo Mei'er sneered and said, "Why didn't Senior Brother Zhuo say it, you let me do this time?" Senior Brother Zhuo's talent is one of the ten places among these thousands of people, and it is also extremely easy, right? Huo Mei'er's eyes widened, and the innocent look on her face was even worse. Zhuo Junchen didn't have a reason, and she saw a few hints of enchantment and charm from her pretending to be innocent.

Seeing that Zhuo Junchen didn't move at all, Huo Mei'er played with the ends of her hair a little boringly. The sunlight fell on her ten silver rings, and the cold light made Zhuo Junchen extremely jealous.

"Senior Uncle Shen shared a secret with me last night, that is, I exchanged this secret with Senior Brother Zhuo, and you won't either?"

Zhuo Junchen's heart jumped, thinking that his master hadn't talked much about Huo Meier, and there were some indescribable weirdness on weekdays, Huo Meier's mention, he was not unmoved.

It's just that even so, he promised his master's matter, and he categorically would not break his promise.

A crisp bell chime resounded throughout Cuiwei Lake, which was a signal for war. Zhuo Junchen held the Netherworld Whip in his hand, and said in a deep voice with Huo Mei'er: "Senior Sister Huo, please go all out." ”

When Huo Mei'er heard this, she just slowly showed a smile: "Since, Senior Brother Zhuo has something to ask for...... The younger sister should obey her fate. ”

As she spoke, Huo Meier crossed her hands and placed them flat an inch in front of her chest. The ten fingers of the open slender are overlapped, and the light on the ring is even more visible.

Zhuo Junchen could vaguely see the translucent silk threads floating on the silver ring, the sunlight was dazzling, but he couldn't see it clearly for a while.

Huo Mei'er naturally would not let go of such an opportunity, and the silk thread on the ring quietly spread towards Zhuo Junchen with the bright light. This silver ring is a fairy weapon handed down by their family since ancient times, and the secret lies in this silk thread. These threads seem as light as nothing, as thin as the tip of a needle, and if they pierce into the body of an opponent, they can curl up and twist flesh under the skin, causing great pain.

The most important thing is that there is a spirit in the ring that can sneak into the opponent's body with silver threads and control what he does. If it's just a normal opponent, she just needs to throw the opponent out of the ring. It's just that the person in front of him is Zhuo Junchen, Huo Mei'er's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, since you are Shen Hanfeng's disciple, don't blame me for being too ruthless!

Under the urging of spiritual power, the silk thread wound towards Zhuo Junchen at a seemingly slow, but very rapid speed. Zhuo Junchen's eyes narrowed slightly, although he didn't know what Huo Mei'er was capable of, but there was no need to question that he must not let these silk threads get close.

With a flick of the long whip, the crackling blue and purple snake was entwined with electricity, and the black and silver long whip looked extremely hideous and terrifying. Zhuo Junchen did not adopt a defensive posture, but instead took half a step forward and whipped the long whip straight towards Huo Mei'er.

Zhuo Junchen's moment caused a gasping sound that was too scary. Not to mention that Huo Meier is so beautiful and moon-like, this whip is drawn towards a strong man, and most of it is also the result of the skin and flesh blooming. Zhuo Junchen didn't pity the jade at all, but was ruthless and thorough.

Huo Mei'er's brows moved slightly, the smile on her face faded a little, and more filaments grew out of the silver ring undisguised, even if there were many more of them, the soft and weak appearance of winding towards the long whip did not seem to have any resistance power.

Huo Mei'er had a hint of a dark smile in her eyes, as long as she could restrain this whip, she could make Zhuo Junchen retreat. Like Jiang Wuxin, she was a metallic single spirit root cultivator. But the filaments on this silver ring are not gold or jade, and when the nether whip is pasted, everyone only sees the mighty whip, but they don't know that these filaments are like bloodthirsty vines, entangled towards the nether whip.

"How is that possible!" Huo Mei'er thought that the instrument spirit could control the Nether Whip without the slightest difficulty, but she didn't want to be unable to penetrate into the whip, so in desperation, she had to dodge Zhuo Junchen's attack.