Hao Jian didn't hear the bustling words very clearly, but the expression of Yan Lu on the side changed a little, and then he got up and said to Hao Jian: "Brother Hao, there are still some things down there, so I left now." ”

What do you mean?

Looking around at the people who rushed back to the square, Hao Jian was a little confused, two hours are coming, what is the matter with you now? But you can't stop you from leaving, he answered, and watched Yan Lu walk towards the east.

"Will it suddenly come out again in a while, right?" he smiled, Hao Jian also stood up, "Did these two hours pass so quickly? ”

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There was no suspense at all in the afternoon, Hao Jian met a martial spirit seventh-order who originally thought that Hao Jian was going to lose, but who expected that the unfathomable fist of the hand was painful through the bones, and the martial spirit seventh-order who fought kept begging for mercy.

It's very smooth, the top ten in the fourth ring, I have no intention of competing for the ranking in the previous life, the most important thing for Hao Jian is the ranking competition within 100, which is the most important thing.

Hao Jian didn't even see Yanlu's shadow in the afternoon, and was a little puzzled, "Why didn't you see Yanlu's melon baby?"

I often pay attention to it, but there is really no Yanlu figure, and I didn't find it when I returned to Zhengtian Pavilion, but I originally wanted to borrow a sword, and I will definitely have a sword tomorrow.

Sitting on the stool, calming down, not thinking about the black screen of the system, and gradually losing that trace of anxiety, thinking back and forth in his mind about the few moves of Suixi swordsmanship, as well as the five bird fists, Hao Jian believes that as long as he plays normally, it is absolutely not a problem to get a place in the Nine Songs Secret Realm.

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Beichuan Palace, Juetian Peak, Yunxiao Palace.

This is the real holy place of the Beichuan Palace, only the elders have the right to enter and exit the Yunxiao Palace, and this is also the residence of the sect master of the Beichuan Palace.

According to the inheritance of the Beichuan Hall for several generations, thousands of years ago, the Yunxiao Wuzong founded the Beichuan Hall in the Absolute Heaven Peak, extending the blessings, and evolving the Yutian Peak, the Absolute Heaven Peak, the Open Heaven Peak, and the Qitian Peak in these holy places, each with its own use.

The night is getting cooler, and the insects are chirping.

The lights inside and outside the Cloud Palace, which had long been darkened, were brightly lit, and the elders of the sect were here to discuss matters.

The horizontal pillar of the carved beam and painted building, a wisp of sandalwood fluttering, on the transparent hall, dozens of martial kings and strong men sit in it, above the high hall, a horizontal plaque.

Book, "Shangcang Jiangze", Huihong is powerful.

The black-robed man sat directly below, a little older and his beard half-hanging.

Quiet as water, dull as death, dozens of martial kings sat on chairs, their whole bodies tightly fitted, maybe this was their last reliance, the terrifying impact that came to their faces, their eyes were low and they didn't dare to look around, for fear of getting into trouble.

Qingluan ......

Perhaps only Qingluan, who was closest to the high platform, squinted slightly, stroked his chin, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Look at the high platform, the black clothes wrapped by the man are very loose, not angry and arrogant, he knows that he can't release his momentum, otherwise the people in the temple will definitely be oppressed to vomit blood.

Hiss!

The realm of the more than ten Martial King Elders present was not low, at least they were all at the eighth or ninth order, and they were oppressed into this appearance, which showed that this person's strength was terrifying to the extreme.

The look of the half-covered eyes was very terrifying, if it weren't for the Martial King Elder to look at it, it would be a more profound existence.

Yan Shouyi, the sect master of the Beichuan Palace, the combat power at the top, the sixth order of the Martial Emperor, the Qingzhu of the Qinghuan Sect at the beginning of the extreme southern region is the strongest, of course, some hidden powerhouses are not excluded.

Don't look at him as he is close to 100 years old, the strong man of the Martial Emperor realm is really not like Shouyuan, maybe he is bound by heaven and earth, and he will be blessed and give people more life to break through to a higher realm.

The people under the main hall are all extraordinary, almost all of them are the elders with real power in the Beichuan Palace, and the first one is Qingluan, and the fourth-grade alchemist is looking for a few in the extreme southern region, and it is said that he is about to break through the level of the fifth-grade alchemist.

He is not an elder and worships, and the condition for choosing to stay in the Beichuan Hall is to push Zhuge Yunxi to become the holy daughter of the Beichuan Palace, whether it is in name or in all aspects, it can be described in two words, respected.

"What is the effect of changing the sect this year?"

The faint voice was crisp and neat, not touching any margins, as if there was absolutely no flaw to be found when talking to him, and the special aura that swept away immediately after that rose from the ground in the Cloud Palace.

Perhaps, this is what warriors often say about the unique style of the superior.

At least that's how it looks at it for now......

These elders remember what Yan Shouyi often said that if a strong sect wants to multiply for thousands of generations, it is not about the existence of the top combat power Martial Emperor Martial King, the blessing needs to be extended, not a cluster that suddenly disappears, and the future world does not depend on these old bones, only the new generation can open up a broader world.

Although the Beichuan Hall is not a top power, for thousands of years, they have been able to become one of the best forces in the extreme south region, and this is the first thing they have done.

When spring goes to autumn, it is not their eyes that are covered, but their way.

"Back to the sect master, the success of this change of Dabi method has been unprecedentedly successful, and many qualified disciples have emerged, some of whom can already make a name for themselves, and some of them will definitely have good achievements after cultivation. ”

"There is a disciple named Hao Jian, the entry trial is the first place, this competition is like a bamboo, sweeping a cadre of inner disciples, the strength of the sixth order of martial arts only needs one punch, what the strength is, it is really a little difficult to see......"

"Hao Jian?" Qingluan's smile became even stronger, originally thinking that letting Hao Jian participate would only lead to defeat, but it turned out that this Hao Jian was so powerful.

"Why is the young master smiling so meaningfully? Don't you have any thoughts?" Yan Shou looked at Qingluan who was seated, and it was meaningful.

"Ha, the old man is just sighing that today's freshman disciples are becoming more and more powerful, which is really a great blessing for my Beichuan Palace. Qing Luan said, and the smile was even stronger here.

Yan Shou looked at the Martial King Elder and lightly revealed, "Hao Jian's origin, identity, and purpose?"

Obviously, Yan Shouyi also had some interest, a new disciple has the strength of a martial spirit, and his origin must be extraordinary, for him, a disciple is easy to say.

The identity of the origin and his purpose are the most important, if a disciple with bad intentions enters his Beichuan Palace, wouldn't it be a little troublesome?

"That Hao Jian is from Qingluo Town, a small town, and his family was wiped out by the forces of the same town, and it seems a bit far-fetched to talk about the rise of Hao Jian. ”

"What's far-fetched?" became more and more interested.

Obviously, the strong man of the Martial King had already learned about Hao Jian's origins, because he knew the rules very well.

The strong man of the Martial King glanced at Qingluan and immediately began his narration, "The Warrior kills the Martial Spirit ......"

Hiss!

There was a moment of restlessness, and the Martial King looked at each other, but he quickly regained his composure.

"But I don't know exactly how it was killed, the rumors were like time and space freeze at that time, but these are just some rumors in Qingluo Town, and none of the people of the Zhao family have the truth left......"

Inadvertently raised his head and looked at Yan Shouyi in the high hall, he should understand what he said so clearly, right?

Freeze frame?

What kind of handiwork is that? Martial Emperor is strong! That is just a rumor from the Shenzhou Continent, and there has been no Martial Emperor in the world for a long time.

"Continue ......"