I didn't like to look at the six Huantian Mirrors, and every disciple in the secret realm began to act to find the elixir they needed, except for one of them.

That is the first group where Wu Suyou is, Chaoyang Zhenjun looked at his displeased face and hesitated to speak.

"Ancestor, this ......"

He was not very satisfied with what Wu Suyou had done, and no sect could easily tolerate the act of taking the initiative to harm his fellow sects.

I don't like the old god looking at the scene in the mirror, and I said for a long time: "Didn't we high-level people discuss it, as long as we enter the secret realm, they will not make decisions for us except for life and death." ”

"Ancestor, but this is true to other disciples..."

Chaoyang Zhenjun gritted his teeth, that's right.

But now they had only been in for a long time before they began to kill each other, and if they waited until three days had passed, they wouldn't have given it...

He was a little afraid to imagine the end result if the team fell apart from now on.

So what should it look like in the end?

When it's all over, only a few people will come out of these secret realms in the end.

When these high-ranking monks set the rules of the competition, they wanted them to cooperate independently.

Although they will not avoid this kind of cannibalism, they old fellows want to avoid seeing this happen.

Each of these five secret realms has three thousand elixirs in it, if they all work together.

Then everyone can get the same amount of elixir, and everyone can pass this level and enter the next level.

If they start hurting each other within their respective groups during the three days that the secret realm has not merged, then these five herbs will have one or less variety.

The number of people who can also make it to the finals will also decrease.

"Chaoyang, why do you worry more when you get older?"

Ying Yan played with the red Kodan in her hand on the side, and pretended to intervene unintentionally.

Chaoyang Zhenjun's face obviously became more ugly, and the taste of being said was obviously very uncomfortable.

"Ying Yan, is it wrong for me to think about the sect and the disciple?"

Chaoyang Zhenjun has always had a discordant relationship with her, and when he saw him mocking himself, he couldn't help but quarrel with her.

She lives a quiet life day by day, and her status is disturbed by the big and small things in the sect every day, making her life uneasy.

He was just concerned that the behavior of some disciples would make the competition unfair, was it still wrong?

Ying Yan didn't care about herself, his cultivation overwhelmed her, she snorted coldly and said, "Senior brother, it's not wrong for you to think about the sect or the disciple, but have you ever thought that what you said is very out of place." ”

Ying Yan wiped her hands with the handkerchief in her hand, and glared at him with a slight look in her eyes.

"This rule was set by one of our monks, and it is also your apprentice, the head of our sect personally told these disciples that you said it was unfair when the matter was over, what do you mean?"

When Ying Yan said this, her face was obviously not so good-looking, she was unforgiving, and directly made the matter clear.

"I still don't understand you, are you dissatisfied with the disciple in the audience, or are we high-level people dissatisfied?"

Ying Yan's obvious provocation made the whole field fall into silence, to be honest, it is really rare to have such a temperamental decoration in the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty.

Ying Yan can be described as a wonderful flower among the monks of the same level, and there are not a few legends left by him in the entire Chime Gate and even the entire immortal cultivation world.

There is a legend in the world of cultivating immortals, recruiting people and ghosts does not provoke the female Rakshasa Ying Yan.

Ying Yan not only holds grudges, but also does not pay attention to logic, and likes to do things naturally.

Anyone who provokes her has had a profound experience, Ying Yan never does anything with others, she only uses her mouth to squeeze others.

Everyone who has had a holiday with her has a profound experience, if it has to be a feeling to describe Ying Yan.

Then you will get a unified answer, Ying Yan is like a stone in the sole of your shoe, smelly, hard, and awkward.

Usually inconspicuous, you don't even notice it, as soon as you walk or touch it, it will trigger its diaphragm function.

Ying Yan is like this, a small grain of sand, maybe no one cares if it falls on the ground, but if it stays under your own feet, it will be a big deal.

Chaoyang Zhenjun has prestige among the sect because of the problem of party affiliation, but the actual party members are a minority.

And although Ying Yan should have been on the same level as him, although she was born in a family of sects, because of her own biological mother, she was in a neutral faction in the sect.

I don't care about these fights and grievances in the sect.

"You... You..."

Ying Yan, who lived thoroughly, sat in her position and looked at Chaoyang Zhenjun's face was pale, she felt very comfortable in her heart, and she couldn't help but add fuel to the side.

"I said, senior brother, what are you, haven't you understood the meaning of the sect now?"

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest, those disciples can understand the meaning of our rules, then they will do it, we are all happy."

Ying Yan pulled the hair next to her ear, and the whole person was noble and cold in a few words, which should not be taken lightly.

"If you don't do it, a few can come out, and they can be killed from the pile, which is also their blessing, and they have no choice but to be eliminated, which is also their fate."

"Heh, senior brother, you think about it like this, it's one of them... What do you have to do with it? ”

Ying Yan's words didn't give Chaoyang a chance to speak, and Chaoyang's face couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

But even if he was ashamed in his heart, the person on the other side didn't want to give him face, and the sarcasm in her mouth kept coming out of her mouth like a cannon.

If Chaoyang Zhenjun didn't hold his own identity, he would definitely compete with this crazy woman!

"Ying Yan, don't slander people here casually, my loyalty to the sect is clear to the sun and the moon."

As soon as Chaoyang's voice fell, Ying Yan rolled her eyes and gave her a roll of her eyes.

"Yo, senior brother, you put a big hat on my head, when did I slander your loyalty to the sect?"

Ying Yan's voice was cold: "I'm obviously kindly reminding you, why are you targeting me everywhere, senior brother, if you, as an elder, have an opinion on the rules of this competition, then how do you let us convince the public?" ”

Ying Yan's words were like a basin of cold water splashing on the Chaoyang Zhenjun who was still in chaos.

"Senior brother, junior sister, since I don't like the rules, there is a reason for him, not to mention that even the ancestor didn't say anything."

His hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched and loosened, Chaoyang Zhenjun was so made that he couldn't get off the stage by Ying Yan, and he didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only ask for help from the unhappy beside him.

If he didn't like it, he didn't hear it for a while, and then he spoke for him to relieve the embarrassment.