Perhaps feeling the kindness of the two, Liu Baibai boldly hugged his fists and saluted, and said with a relaxed and slightly serious voice: "The two are friendly, my name is Liu Baibai." I don't know if there is a chance to make friends with the two of you, we joined the 'Mist Talisman Club' together at the same time, this is fate one, and the same is a lover of talisman making, this is fate two, and together we won the top three, this is fate three, Tiandao has arranged so many fates, I think we should be friends. “

After speaking, Liu Baibai winked playfully and looked at the two.

Among them, Wang Ruijie first laughed, she was a fairly neutral-looking and beautiful girl, at this time she laughed and nodded: "Liu Daoyou is really an interesting person, since there are so many fates as you said, then I will recognize you as a friend!" Two Taoist friends, my name is Wang Ruijie. “

After speaking, he smiled toothily and winked at Liu Baibai.

Zhu Yusheng seems to be a person who is not very good at talking, he looks like a gentle and gentle speaker, and he looks at the two with a smile and says: "My name is Zhu Yusheng, I agree with Wang Daoyou's words, Liu Daoyou and Wang Daoyou will be friends in the future." “

Liu Baibai scratched the back of his head embarrassedly with a smile, and then said with a smile: "Friend of the preacher is too angry, can I call you Sister Wang, Brother Zhu?" “

Wang Ruijie said with a disgusted expression: "Sister Wang is still exempt, you can call me Sister Rui!" That's what my friends call me. “

Liu Baibai nodded and called "Sister Rui" and continued: "Then you can call me Baibai, my friends call me that." "Okay!"

The three of them made an appointment to go to the headquarters of the Fog Talisman Society next time, and after exchanging communication talismans, they said goodbye outside the building and dispersed.

***

As the sect's last team battle ended, one drum after another resounded through the sky.

The sound of rubble next to the boulder platform moved, and a huge stone tablet protruded with a bang, on which was written the comprehensive ranking of this year's Fighting Law Competition, which was currently only a number and no one was named.

The next moment, countless names appeared on the stone tablet, floating up and down like garbled, moving back and forth, left and right.

Liu Baibai knew that he was doing the statistical calculation of the ranking now, and his heart unconsciously followed suit.

Liu Baibai and his friends stood in the grotto of the stands and looked at the rankings. The beating of the drums outside had not stopped, and it hit her heart hard.

Knock - Knock - Knock - Knock ——————————

As the last drum beat ended, the ranking of the stone tablets below finally froze and did not change.

Liu Baibai and his friends stared at each other, holding the tail of the long sky in their hands for some time, and it continued to roll like playing with a telephone line in the past.

Then Liu Baibai let go of the tail on his hand. Turning his head to look at his friends, a group of people hugged each other excitedly. "Got it! Got it! Got it! A group of people were so excited that they only knew how to repeat this sentence.

Yes, Liu Baibai and they have won the top 30 rankings, and everyone can go to the Inheritance Secret Realm in a year!

In this moment, they are happy. They toasted to celebrate, they got their own glory, and they were grateful to have each other by their side.

Liu Baibai felt that the path of cultivating immortals did not seek anything else, and it was enough to have delicious friends to accompany him.

A year later,

Spring goes to autumn, the seasons turn, and time flies.

It is rumored that this secret realm is a secret realm of inheritance carved out by the ancient power of the Eastern Continent in ancient times to educate disciples, and it is forbidden to enter above the foundation. Below the foundation, you must refine the ninth layer of gas before you can enter, and the requirements are harsh.

If you are born at the wrong time and miss the opening of the hundred years, you will never have the opportunity to enter the secret realm.

It is rumored that the secret realm opens once in a hundred years and lasts for three months. Every hundred years, a large number of protégés of various factions enter and carry the hopes of each major sect, but whenever the secret realm opens again, less than half of the people usually come out.

As long as you can come out of the people. Usually you can become a nirvana, or a person with great achievements and fame, and the future is immeasurable.

In addition, the Yunjian Continent is in addition to the Secret Realm of the East. There are also the secret realm of the west, the secret realm of the south, and the secret realm of the north, which are in the spring, summer, and autumn of every hundred years. Open in winter.

In a cloudless night, the stars shine on the earth bright and twinkling, on a stargazing platform, a gust of wind blows the sideburns of an old man with a full beard and wrinkles on the high platform, at this time the old man stands on the high platform and looks up at the stars in the sky, he is wearing a sacrificial clothes, his body is solemn and dignified, and a young man behind him is slightly bent behind the old man, the old man's raised head is facing away from the young man, so that people can not see his expression clearly, he said, with a dusty air in his tone. "This year will be the year of the fall of the stars, and at the same time, many rising stars will rise again."

Suddenly, the old man turned to look at the young man behind him: "Luo Xing." “

The young man lowered his eyes and bowed, "Yes." "As the latest head of the Star Luo Sect, there will be many capable people and strange people who are about to be born in the Quartet Secret Realm that is open once in a hundred years, the sky is above, go and witness the change of this era, this is when our Star Luo Sect once every hundred years steps into the mortal world of cultivating immortals, do not interfere, do not touch, go and record the chronicles of the times with your own eyes."

The young man's head lowered slightly, and he listened carefully to the old man's words, and as the old man's last sentence was finished, it seemed that the old man's whole white hair was paler, and the wrinkles on his face were more profound.

Every thousand years, every head of the Star Luo Sect is called Luo Xing, and they are the documentaries of the Yunjian Continent.

The young man's face was grim, and he said, "I, Luo Xing, the head of the one hundred and twenty-eighth generation, obey the instructions of the elders. “

***

In a smoky house, an unknown fragrance lingers and makes people smell unpleasant, with a peculiar and suffocating smell.

A good-looking teenager was brought in.

Behind the layers of curtains, I saw only a faint figure, the voice of the person was as shrill as a man and a woman, and he said, "Your sister was killed by her, and she wants to take revenge?" I'll give you a chance to enter the secret realm, I want you to kill her with your own hands, you know? ”

The delicate young man's eyes slowed down with hatred, and he said, "Thank you for the help of the young master of Gongxun." “

Then the young man left, and Gong Xunjian, who was behind the curtain, smiled slightly, his ruddy and bloody lips with a mocking smile.

As if laughing at the ignorance and manipulation of the departed boy. (To be continued.) )