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In the past three years, Bai Tang has really faced powerful ghosts, and when dealing with ordinary ghosts, it is basically a Yin Thunder Talisman, a Soul Binding Spell, plus an inaccessible cinnabar and peach wood sword.

This may be okay to deal with ordinary sneakiness, but it is really not enough to deal with the folding flower meeting.

Mo Yu opened his eyes slightly.

After communicating with Bai Tang in the little hell of the Nose Illusion for a while, the thing had disappeared.

But Mo Yu didn't look in a hurry, he still walked unhurriedly, his body seemed to be slow and urgent, like a ghost walking in the night, going to a date that would not worry about being released by pigeons.

There are yin ghosts in the world, but if there is no cultivation to achieve, which one can escape the pursuit of ghosts, even if it is only an expired ghost, it is also a ghost.

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The Flower Folding Festival is about to be held, and the cultivators from all over the country are a little impetuous, and they are all gearing up, encouraging their disciples to work hard and not be lazy.

The six veins of the Trick Sect are also gearing up, ready to let their disciples go to the flower folding party to show their faces and compete for glory.

The six veins of the treacherous sect, the spirit puppet, the painted soul, the corpse puppet, the god descended, the Miao Gu, the spirit of words, each vein has strange rules, and they are all handed down by the ancestors of the unknown generations, it is said that the predecessors can know the past and the future thoroughly, very powerful, especially the ancestors of the spirit line, the classics in the sect say that they can mobilize the power of cause and effect, and the strong can do the heaven and the earth.

However, the achievements of the predecessors cannot be traced, and the current juniors are a little miserable.

Strictly speaking, the Sect of Trickery is not an orthodox sect of cultivation, and everyone is very unpopular in cultivation, so it is very difficult to recruit disciples. There are a total of six branches, led by the divine descending vein, but the total number of disciples is only about 100 people, especially the corpse puppet vein, the vein master is a typical widow, and the apprentices are all recruited by the pit and abducted, and the rumors have been reported several times, which is very sad.

Although the situation of the other five veins is slightly better than that of the corpse puppet vein, it is also bleak in the end, not to mention compared with the thriving Heavenly Master Sect, even the slightly inferior Shangqing Sect and Shenxiao Sect are not comparable.

As a result, the competition for sending people to fight this time was particularly fierce, and as for why not let all the six veins participate, the reason was a little sad.

Poor!

The corpse puppet is recognized as miserable, and with the sad tears of selling misery and howling in the whole vein, it occupies a place in the battle, and the spirit puppet vein where Jiang She is located also occupies a seat with the strong strength of the vein master, and then there is only one player left who participates at public expense.

The Lord of the Divine Pulse squatted on the chair on the side and smoked a dry cigarette for a long time, and said bitterly: "Otherwise, let's go, it's only three years to have such a chance to show your face, let's fight to eat instant noodles for a month, and send a few people to each vein!" ”

This is a good opportunity to show your face and show your skills, no one is willing to give up, and if you don't show off at the flower folding party, it will be even more difficult to accept disciples in the next few years. Today's young people don't look at their strength at all, they all look at whose skills are cool, and they don't know what cool is!

Speaking of which, the Divine Descending Pulse suffers the most, because they accept disciples in one vein based on the will of heaven, and their skills are not cool, so it is difficult to get a new generation

Loved and admired by young men and women of monasticism.

The vein master of the Miao Gu vein is a young-looking and beautiful-looking woman, although she is in her thirties, she looks like she is in her early twenties, she watched from afar, and said lightly: "We are all people with boyfriends, so we don't fight for this public expense with you, and we are responsible for our people." ”

Miao Gu veins are indeed Shui Lingling's sister paper, and they are also the richest veins in the whole sect, as for their means of making money, it is difficult to say.

The owners of each vein know their own affairs, and the vein owners with the most single dogs have invariably avoided this topic, without him, and there are several middle-aged vein owners who are also single, and it really hurts to be pierced by this knife.

The Lord of the Spirit Vein was also a middle-aged man with a bitter gourd face, and he didn't speak, but just stretched out a hand that was clenched into a fist.

The master of the soul vein understood in seconds, and said: "He doesn't want to eat instant noodles, he wants to guess the boxing decision, well, I don't want to, last time there was a famine in the whole sect, I was hungry and the yellow muscles were thin, guess the boxing, winning or losing is all up to the will of God, and the old brothers have to believe in the will of God." ”

The master of the soul vein is a dry middle-aged man, with a pair of small eyes that are shining, with two mustaches at the corners of his mouth, he seems to be very shrewd, just looking at the thin and fleshless body, as if a gust of wind can blow it away.

The group of old brothers looked at each other, and except for the Divine Descending Vein Master, they all showed their disgust for instant noodles, so there was a sound of chairs pulling in the room.

In addition to the spirit puppet vein and corpse puppet vein who have already occupied a place, as well as the Miao Gu vein master who has money and a target of his own, the vein masters of the other three veins are all gathered together.

"Rock, scissors, paper!"

"Draw, one more time, rock, scissors, paper!"

“..”

In the end, after two or three competitions, the Divine Descending Vein Master narrowly prevailed, defeating all the brothers, and winning a chance for his own Divine Descent Pulse disciple to show his face and show his skills, and the old face was smiling like a chrysanthemum, and his face was full of old folds.

The vein master of the Yan Ling Vein silently put down his fist, and the expression on his face became even more bitter, this year's Flower Folding Meeting did not have anything to do with his Yan Ling Vein, and he was slightly sad.

The vein master who drew the soul vein also retracted his hand stupidly, and was a little disappointed in his heart, but he didn't expect the suggestion he made with the master of the spirit vein, but in the end, he lost both.

The old man with tears in his eyes filled his eyes, and he rushed out of the door with his cigarette stick in his hand, shouting loudly as he ran out.

"Apprentices, work harder, this year we can go to the Divine Pulse to fold flowers! You all fold the flowers for me! Hongzhong, Hongzhong! That's you! You give me more strength, if I lose, I will knock you to death with a cigarette stick, and I must receive a talented little apprentice this year! You're going to practice that cool spell for me, do you hear?! ”

The veins in the room looked at each other like a flock of crows croaking and flying over their heads

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At the same time, other cultivator sects in the country also instructed their juniors to each other, and they were all in earnest

Expect.

"We must take the first place at the folding meeting, although our sect is small, but we are also a sect, we must have the backbone of the sect, we must win! Come on, apprentice! ”

In D City, in a very quiet courtyard, an old man wearing a Tang costume and gray hair solemnly explained to the young man standing beside him.

"If you can't get the first place, you don't have to come back, just decide on your own!"

Somewhere in S City, a middle-aged man with a cold face said coldly.

“.. Our goal is not high, but we must break into the top ten, understand? ”

"It's not just for the sect, it's for yourselves! You must go all out, whoever loses the face of the sect will slap himself in the face when he comes back! If you are fighting to go out, don't come back! Either die on the field or come back with a prize! ”

"Retreat! Go in retreat! You won't be allowed to come out for the rest of the month! Whoever comes out, Lao Tzu will smoke whom! ”

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Such conversations are being staged all over the country, and those cultivators who usually do not show mountains and waters, have shown unprecedented interest in this year's Flower Folding Meeting, and those cultivators are all practicing on the basis of the aura of heaven and earth, and they are in an excited mood, and even the air is extremely restless.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings. Even ordinary people seem to be in a bad mood driven by the inexplicable impetuousness in the air, with Feng Yu as the center, there are some invisible things that have faintly formed an invisible and sharp knife, pointing directly at Feng Yu.

(End of chapter)

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