The cloud boat slowly stopped at the foot of the mountain, and as soon as the cloud boat got out, someone came to lead them to the resting place. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info full of people coming and going along the way, Yang Tianhu and the others were secretly puzzled in their hearts, although there were many disciples recruited by Tianyuan in previous years, but it was not like this year, and the disciples who led the way were just full of spring breeze, striding in front of them, talking and laughing with them from time to time.

Finally, Yang Tianhu couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he took a few steps forward and walked side by side with that disciple, "This fellow Daoist, why is Kunlun Mountain so lively this year?" He didn't beat around the bush, he just asked.

"Hehe," the disciple smiled slightly, "This year, Senior Uncle Nangong will select one of the disciples who participated in the selection to enter the mountain gate. He glanced at Yang Menglan as if intentionally or unintentionally, "Therefore, the children of each family participating in the selection this year must practice Qi on the 8th floor before they can participate, and this junior sister is afraid that she can only watch from the sidelines." ”

Yang Mengxue chuckled in her heart, although she had always thought that Yang Menglan did not have much chance of joining the Tianyuan Sect, there was always a hope there, and now the words of this guiding disciple had extinguished all hope. All the children of the family who came with them exchanged a gloating look with each other, only Yang Menglan continued to stand there lightly, as if she had not received a single blow.

"The master laughed, the little girl just came out to see it." Yang Tianhu glared at Yang Menglan fiercely, and then snorted at the leading disciple.

"What my father said is very true." Yang Menglan chuckled and said, "How can a disciple be on the stage with such a humble Taoism." Then he stood beside Yang Mengxue with low eyebrows, and everyone was dumbfounded, is this still Yang Seventeen? Where is the arrogant Yang family's daughter-in-law who never retreats? Even Yang Tianhu stared at her in surprise for a while, but Yang Menglan just smiled, looking at her nose and nose.

The mountain road winds up, you can see the spirit monkey offering peaches everywhere, the cranes fluttering, the flowers and plants are all wonderful, and the cultivators in costumes are happily chatting with each other. After a short time, they arrived at the viewing platform, and after the Tian Yuan disciples who led the way arranged for them, they left with those who were going to participate in the selection.

"Have you finally figured it out?" Yang Tianhu asked.

"Have you figured out how to be an obedient puppet?" Yang Menglan smiled brightly, "I never thought about it, just like I never thought about becoming a disciple of the Tianyuan Sect." ”

The elders of the Yang family changed color when they heard this, but fortunately, Yang Menglan also took into account the last words of the Yang family and did not say it out loud, but even so, they still carefully observed the surroundings, fortunately, no one noticed here.

"Evil Barrier!" Yang Tianhu was angry, his hand was raised high, but he didn't shoot it in the end.

The light, out of nowhere, became quiet in an instant, and everyone looked at one place, scorching and ashamed. A faint silver halo shrouded the body, a white plain robe could not hide the peerless face, the astonishing eyebrows could not hide the clear and arrogant shore, the slightly thin lips were less bloody than ordinary people, faint but with a cold gaze, flowing like water like the moon. It's just that he is so elegant, so indifferent, so cold as water, and the coldness that is revealed in his bones far away, but he is isolated from the world, and the holiness makes people dare not yearn for it at all, and dare not blaspheme at all.

In the midst of all the silence, everyone surrendered, he stepped on the breeze, descended from the sky, fell colorfully, floating flowers like rain, plain white robes, long white hair escaped with the wind, and even the sword on his waist was a pool of silver white. Dusty, outstanding, the only one in heaven and earth. No one paid attention to who was beside him, and no one remembered the moment.

Yang Menglan only felt a tingling in her head, as if there was a fire burning in her body, and she also looked at the man who was shocked, but there was no trace of awe and amazement in her heart. The mutilated images churning in my mind seemed to coincide with the scene in front of me, and in the end, only a piece of fiery red was left and annihilated like fireworks.

"In the cultivation realm, only Nangong Junmo can be worthy of the name of Sword Immortal." After a long time, everyone came back to their senses, and Yang Tianhu was amazed, hoping that Mengxue would be able to worship under the Tianyuan Gate smoothly.

"Old Yang, old Yang." Just as Yang Tianhu sighed, a tall old man squeezed through the crowd, and a young man followed behind him.

"Zhou Xiong?" Yang Tianhu frowned, the Zhou family, as an old immortal cultivation family, has many genius disciples in the clan and rich resources, and has always looked down on the eight major families of the Yang family, why did they come over to talk to him abnormally today?

Although he was puzzled in his heart, Yang Tianhu still looked very happy on the surface, "Isn't this Elder Zhou Xiongzhou?" Look up for a long time, look up for a long time! ”

As a result, the two people who had never met before quickly called each other brothers and sisters amid mutual praise, while the young man who came with Zhou Xiong just stood quietly to the side, occasionally smiling and chatting with the rest of the Yang family.

Seeing that the two of them had been arguing on the side for a long time and hadn't gotten to the point, the young man finally couldn't help coughing lightly, and Zhou Xiong immediately straightened his face when he saw this, "Brother Yang, this is the third son of the Zhou family, nineteen today, and he is not married." ”

"Uncle Yang, the little nephew Zhou Yuan has been polite." Zhou Yuan looked very polite.

"It turned out to be Gongzi Zhou, fortunately." Yang Tianhu was stunned for a moment, and then reacted to what was going on, "Come on, come on, these are all the children of my uncle, thirteen, fifteen, and sixteen are of the same grade as you, and they have not yet been married, so young people should be closer to each other." "It seems that intentionally or unintentionally, Yang Tianhu just left Yang Menglan, but unfortunately the sky does not follow people's wishes, and that Zhou Gongzi seems to be more interested in her.

"Why did Uncle leave out this young lady?" Zhou Yuan smiled lightly, "I see that this sister is also the same age as me, isn't my uncle reluctant to introduce me to me?" ”