Zhuo Junchen said with Ling Yihang with a little apology: "Zisu is used to being unobstructed, and he still looks at Senior Brother Ling's Haihan." ”

Ling Yihang smiled gently, looking like a gentleman: "I also have a few relationships with Senior Brother Mu, so naturally I don't care about this." It's just that I only learned today that Senior Brother Zhuo is also a single fire spirit root? ”

Zhuo Junchen said: "Mutated Thunder Spirit Root." ”

Ling Yihang nodded: "The Lei Ling Root is an extremely powerful Spirit Root, I really look forward to what kind of strength Senior Brother Zhuo can exert when we meet on the competition platform." "At the beginning, Zhuo Junchen fought with Rong, but he didn't go to watch the battle like Zhan Baichuan, so naturally he didn't know the details.

Zhuo Junchen said in a deep voice: "Junchen will naturally go all out. ”

Ling Yihang didn't reply anymore, and Zhuo Junchen saw that Mu Zisu was still a little indignant, pressed his shoulder, and motioned him not to speak.

Under the tower, there were many colorful competition platforms, and the first competition of the disciple election had already begun. More than 1,500 young disciples will be elected to each other for the next seven days. In the end, only fifty people could rank and win the Xianmen Commendation.

And these fifty people will also attend the meeting as disciples of Qinghua Immortal Sect in next year's Immortal Sect Competition.

"Hey Junchen, look at that meridian platform, is that Senior Brother Lian?" Mu Zisu asked, pointing to one place. Zhuo Junchen looked up when he heard this, dozens of fighting platforms were numbered early, and among the two fighting disciples on the meridian fighting platform, one of them was Lian Xinhong, who had not been seen for three days.

Lian Xinhong held a long sword in his hand, and the sword moves smoothly. It didn't take long for his opponent to be stretched thin, and he was defeated in a short time.

"Passing on disciples also has the benefits of passing on disciples in person, so you don't have to fight for two days like Senior Brother Lian." Mu Zisu sighed. Several pro-disciples on the stage, except for Mu Zisu, participated in this disciple election. As for the extra care given to them by the Immortal Gate, they did not need to participate in the first two days of the competition, and waited until the third day, when only 500 disciples were left, to join in and draw lots to fight.

Zhan Baichuan has some regrets: "If you fight once, you will lose the experience of winning." ”

When Zhan Yuanbai heard his disciple's words, he laughed and said, "Baichuan, why didn't you tell the teacher earlier, and if you are the teacher, you can ask Lord Wanfeng to be accommodating and make room for you." ”

Lord Wanfeng couldn't help but laugh and said: "The Lord of the Battle Peak is joking, the nephew of the Battle Master occupies the position of the chief of the Battle Peak all the year round. If he is added to this elimination event, how will those disciples who are finally able to rise to the top survive. ”

Zhan Yuanbai said with a smile: "This is also true, we occupy the ranking of Zhan Feng, at this time, it is better to leave more opportunities for the disciples next to us." Zhan Yuanbai's undisguised love for his disciples made Zhan Baichuan a little surprised, but he was also used to it-Zhan Feng's disciples pay attention to their fighting spirit, if they didn't believe in their own ability, how could they go further.

"Senior Brother Lian won." Zhuo Junchen is always very focused when watching others fight. A few people who talked came back to their senses, but after a few words of greetings, the winner was decided.

The other disciple's weapon was picked off the competition platform by Lian Xinhong, and Lian Xinhong said something to the failed disciple with a smile on his face, and patted him on the shoulder.

Zhuo Junchen and Lian Xinhong have tried many times, so he naturally knows that it was Lian Xinhong's analysis of the battle situation for the other party.

Zhan Baichuan said: "It's not that anyone has developed this habit for Senior Brother Lian, and he can't hold his own routine." ”

Zhuo Junchen said: "It is precisely because of this that Senior Brother Lian is sincere. ”

Zhan Yuanbai sighed and said: "It's a pity that I have already worshiped the master, otherwise such a good seedling would be included in the door and add a junior disciple to Baichuan." "Zhan Baichuan and Lian Xinhong are inseparable from Meng, and there is also Zhan Yuanbai's will. However, betrayal is a big crime, and Zhan Yuanbai only occasionally mentions something to him.

Lian Xinhong's small words had already been finished, and the defeated disciple handed him his waist card, and the expression on his face was happy and convinced.

As if sensing their gaze, Lian Xinhong took his waist card and raised his head, just as he saw the Zhan Baichuan on the tower, he waved at them with a smile.

Then he didn't stay on the ring for long, the first day of the competition was extremely intense, and he had to hand in his waist card and wait for the next round of the competition to come out. Waiting for Lian Xinhong to blend into the crowd, Zhuo Junchen retracted his senses, and saw Du Heng covering the back of Shen Hanfeng's hand with one hand, and shouted "Hanfeng" in a low voice.

"Master!" Zhuo Junchen spoke, and Du Heng silently withdrew his hand and turned his head with Shen Hanfeng.

"What's wrong?" Shen Hanfeng didn't look strange at all, but his voice was a little hoarse.

Zhuo Junchen didn't think about what to say to them for a while, and paused for a while before saying, "There is no competition for me today, I want to go down to the tower and walk in to see how to compete with my brothers." ”

Shen Hanfeng didn't doubt him, nodded and agreed. Seeing this, Zhan Baichuan couldn't hold back the turmoil in his heart, and asked for instructions with Zhan Yuanbai. The two went down the tower together.

Watching the figure of the apprentice disappear behind the stairs, Shen Hanfeng thought of an excuse to leave the table. Du Heng saw his thoughts, and got up and said: "The competition between these juniors is boring, and I don't want to accept any more disciples, so let's go back to the elixir peak and take a look at the elixir in the pill furnace." Senior Brother Shen is going with me? ”

Shen Hanfeng nodded. Seeing that both of them got up, Mu Zisu hurriedly got up and said, "Master, then I'll call Junchen back?" "The masters are gone, and there is no reason for those of them who are disciples to stay.

Du Heng waved his hand to stop: "No need, you stay here, or follow Jun Chen to play." lest you keep saying that I am holding you in tain. ”

Mu Zisu laughed twice. Du Heng seemed to unintentionally clasp Shen Hanfeng's hand, and the two of them went down to the tower one after the other. Mu Zisu intuitively felt that the master didn't want to follow him, so he looked left and right for a while, and there were no acquaintances on this tower. After pondering for a while, Mu Zisu said to Jiang Wuxin: "Do you want Uncle Jiang to go down with me to take a look?" ”

Jiang Wuxin raised his eyes and said nonchalantly: "No, the senior nephew will go by himself, maybe he can still keep up with the Zhuo nephew." He himself stared at the master sitting in front of him. The two have been together for so long, Jiang Wuxin estimated that in less than a cup of tea, his own master would have to find some excuse to run away, and naturally he would not follow Mu Zisu lightly.

Under the tower, the first floor is for the use of many real people, and it is naturally much more lively than the previous floor. Seeing Du Heng and Shen Hanfeng coming down together, no one dared to come forward to greet them, but the original harmonious and lively atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Du Heng and Shen Hanfeng didn't care, and when they were far away from the tower, Du Heng let go of the hand holding Shen Hanfeng: "How is it?" ”

Shen Hanfeng shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

Du Heng glanced at him and took out a pill from his sleeve: "I'm a doctor, why bother to support me." As he spoke, he stuffed the pill to Shen Hanfeng.

Shen Hanfeng was silent, avoiding the position that others could not see, and took the pill down.

"You go to Beiyueju with me first, and have a good rest for a while."

The conversation between the two was not loud, and the others were far away, so they couldn't hear them clearly, let alone see the small actions, but they only felt that the two elders had a deep friendship.

Zhuo Junchen watched Du Heng and Shizun walk away, the two held hands, their posture was extremely intimate, and the indescribable sourness in his heart made his mind a little trance.

A hand suddenly hooked his neck, Zhuo Junchen was strangled to breathe, and Mu Zisu's voice in his ears was very cheerful: "I called you so much, why didn't you hear it?" ”

Zhuo Junchen frowned and asked, "What are Shizun and Du Shibo going to do?" ”

Mu Zisu didn't care and said: "Back to the elixir peak, the master has been refining the pill for the past few days, and he said that he was taking Uncle Shen back to have a look." The listener had a heart, and the jealousy, which was not strong at all, suddenly rose like a wild grass.

Zhuo Junchen's face was like sinking water, and Mu Zisu said strangely: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Zhuo Junchen shook his head and turned to watch the competition on the stage: "It's okay." ”

Mu Zisu was confused, so he had to follow them to watch the battle situation in the stand. Zhuo Junchen and Zhan Baichuan are very serious, and occasionally exchange a sentence or two.

Although these disciples on the stage may not be able to match their cultivation, they are all very desperate, almost trying their best to defeat their opponents. Compared with their tricks, Zhuo Junchen was more curious about the weapons of these disciples. Although he has a Nether Whip, he is familiar with the Chongxiao Sword, and most of the people around him also use the Spirit Sword. And among these many disciples, although there are many who use swords, there are also many people who have a variety of weapons. Zhuo Junchen's mind moved slightly, and he was particularly curious about those who used soft weapons.

"Hey, look at that!" Mu Zisu exclaimed curiously. Zhuo Junchen and the others looked in the direction he pointed, and on the competition platform he pointed to, the two disciples stood opposite each other. After the previous round of the competition, the next one will be immediately connected, and they should be the group that has just come to the stage and the competition has not yet begun.

Mu Zisu took a breath before he said, "This female disciple is really good-looking. ”

Zhan Baichuan gave Mu Zisu a hand: "Don't underestimate the female disciple." ”

Zhan Baichuan's hand strength was big, and Mu Zisu bared his teeth in pain: "How can I look down on a female disciple, isn't this a compliment to her beauty." You see, isn't Junchen also staring at it? ”

Zhuo Junchen glanced at him when he heard this, and asked Zhan Baichuan: "Senior Brother Zhan, what kind of weapon do you think she uses?" ”

Zhan Baichuan raised his eyes and looked. The female disciple on the stage was dressed in white as a new disciple, her appearance was fresh and pretty as Mu Zisu said, and her fox eyes were shining. The male disciple opposite was holding a long knife in his hand with a stern expression, but the female disciple was not holding any weapon, just stroking a strand of her long hair with both hands.

The female disciple's hands were as tender as green onions, and she had ten silver rings on her slender ten fingers, shining in the sun.