More than ten years later, Huang Detang issued an invitation, inviting the world's sects to watch the ceremony. At that time, a disciple selection competition will be held, and outstanding disciples can enter the inner gate to cultivate, and pay homage to the head of the sect and the five elders, as well as the eight inner sect masters to learn the arts.

For a time, the crape myrtle mountain where Huang Detang is located was full of people every day, making Ma believers restart.

Zhu Hong passed through the flower garden of the Qianyin Palace, bowed his head slightly and hurried to the Concentration Palace, but unexpectedly, Master Zhou Lie walked out of the Concentration Hall and met him.

Zhu Hong secretly exclaimed, but quickly calmed down at the moment, and went up to greet him, "Senior brother Zhu Hong pays a visit to Senior Master Zhou." ”

Zhou Liehu looked at Zhu Hong suspiciously, and asked, "Why are you panicking?"

Zhu Hong fixed the divine dao: "Don't blame the teacher, today's sect leader has issued an edict, in order to select outstanding disciples, so that the disciples can enter the Concentration Hall to practice for three days, in order to achieve good results on the day of selection!"

When Zhou Lie heard this, he was relieved and exhorted, "You see that you are sweating profusely and looking nervous, which is hindering your cultivation. You know what?"

"You just treat the selection contest as normal, so you don't have to worry about it, and you don't get too excited and disturb your mind. ”

Zhu Hong bowed down and said, "Thank you, Master Zhou." Farewell junior brother!"

Zhu Hong entered the Concentration Hall and was relieved to see that Zhou Lie had left without suspicion. Only then was Zhu Hong able to see the situation in the hall clearly.

The Concentration Palace, as the name suggests, is the place where the concentration of cultivation is located, and it is the treatment enjoyed by the inner disciples. Outer disciples are allowed to enter only on the occasion of festivals or competitions. It's a real pleasure.

Therefore, the concentration hall is divided into five floors, each floor is extraordinarily wide, the main hall is placed with the bookshelf, desk and pen, ink, paper and inkstone for reading and grading, and there are secret rooms on the left and right, which are used to isolate the outside world for refinement.

The lintel of the first layer is hung with four characters of painstaking refinement. At this time, there were several disciples on the first floor who were studying and copying exquisite excerpts in front of the bookshelf.

Zhu Hong didn't look at it, and went straight upstairs to the second floor. The layout of the second floor is slightly different from the first.

The layout of the second floor is all bookshelves and books, and people who look at them by category are dazzled, and the walls are also full of books. This floor is also the most crowded, and most of them gather around the bookshelves and study in groups.

Zhu Hong also had to stop and browse through the bookshelves. The book he was looking for was a record of how to heal the severe pain in his heart.

"Heavenly Tribulation Sword Explained"

"Interpretation of the Ways of the Way"

"Secrets of the Underground Palace"

I found more than ten bookshelves, but I didn't see any books that met my requirements, and I didn't mention them when I looked through a few books on internal strength. was at a loss for a while, and Zhu Hong was also a little anxious.

Anyway, go to the third floor and have a look. After making up his mind, Zhu Hong went upstairs to the third floor, and at the same time his heart ached, which made Zhu Hong's footsteps pause, and his face instantly became extremely pale.

Zhu Hong endured the severe pain, slowly climbed the stairs, and finally reached the three-story staircase, already drenched in sweat.

Just as Zhou Keqin came from the staircase on the third floor, Zhu Hong calmed down, breathed deeply, and finally suppressed the severe pain, and met Zhou Keqin.

"Senior brother, how are you?" Zhou Keqin is the only female disciple among the eight disciples of the inner gate, with excellent understanding, talent and intelligence, plus kindness and a refined appearance, she has a very high popularity in Huang Detang.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhou, my junior brother is suddenly very unwell, I'll just rest for a while. ”

Zhou Keqin can have excellent popularity, because he has no style of inner and outer doors, and he is very polite and respectful to anyone, but some people don't think so, and it coincides with the selection competition, which has become a pretenty in the eyes of others.

"Hey, senior sister, isn't this kid an idle disciple of the outer disciple Uncle Bafeng. Senior sister won't let go of such a person?"

The person who said this was Kong Zhong'an, who was ranked sixth among the inner disciples, and his words were neither yin nor yang, and he seemed to be sarcastic about Zhou Keqin's people, and his words were more vicious.

"Don't blame the junior brother, although he is an outer disciple, he and I belong to the same Nanliang clan and belong to the same township. Besides, after the selection competition, I don't know if I can come out on top and enter the inner gate to be taught by the masters and uncles?"

Zhou Keqin's words were reasonable, there was a needle hidden in the cotton, and Kong Zhong'an, who fought back, had an ugly face and was speechless.

Kong Zhong'an didn't want to lose face in front of everyone, and saw Zhou Keqin ignoring etiquette to diagnose and treat Zhu Hong's pulse, and sneered coldly;

"Senior sister is self-respecting, even if you treat your fellow villagers, you can't touch your skin, and your eyes are so ambiguous. As the saying goes, don't look at indecent things, don't say anything indecent about indecent things. ”

These words caught Zhou Keqin's sore feet, as a woman, there is indeed a difference between men and women. But Zhou Keqin has been practicing in Huang Detang since he was a child, and he was in a hurry just now, so he really forgot this rule. Immediately, his face turned pale, but the roots of his ears were red.

"Hey, who are you? The elders belong to the master, what is wrong with teaching and treating disciples?"

"Being in the cultivation place of the sect, the master worked hard to save me. You're talking gibberish here. ”

"It is the so-called respect for teachers, courtesy, righteousness and shame. As a junior brother, it is rude for you to hurt your senior sisters and elders by saying nothing. Senior sister treats disciples, but instead of helping, you slander senior sister for having no etiquette, which is shameless. ”

"Seeing that a disciple is injured and cares about the safety of one person and watching coldly from the sidelines, it is unjust. ”

"You rude, shameless, and unrighteous man, how do you have the face to accuse others? Phew!"

Zhu Hong was not panting, and his words were like a cannon, and Kong Zhong'an's face was blue and white for a while, and he trembled with anger, pointing at Zhu Hong who was stunned for a long time and didn't speak.

"I'll kill you. Kong Zhong'an finally held back a few words, and when Zhu Hong heard it, he was happy.

"It's really shameless, I actually took advantage of the danger of others and made it!"

Kong Zhong'an was stunned for a moment, he was already shameless and rude, why did he do it again?

Zhu Hong grabbed Zhou Keqin's arm and cried, "Senior sister, it's really hateful that this person actually attacked the injured disciple." ”

"Come and see, Master Kong is angry and wants to do despicable and shameless things!"

Zhu Hong's shout attracted many disciples to watch. Kong Zhong'an's face couldn't hold back, the anger in his heart was soaring, his face turned the color of pig liver, and he pointed at Zhu Hongyu and said ruthlessly, "Good boy, in the selection competition, I will make you pay the price." ”

After speaking, he squeezed out of the crowd and fled in disgrace. Zhou Keqin broke free of Zhu Hong's palm with a strange face, pulled out his arm, and said, "Your injury is okay." He also left in a hurry.

Zhu Hong stood up slowly, patted the non-existent dust on his buttocks, and entered the three-story building under the strange and complicated gazes of the disciples.

After browsing and finding no target books, he climbed to the fourth floor and walked to the staircase only to find that the entrance was blocked by an array. There is a wooden sign hanging next to it.

"Non-inner disciples can't enter!" Suddenly stunned, he lingered at the door for a while, and had no choice but to leave the Concentration Hall and return to the Purple Bird Peak of the outer gate where the Eight Blades True Person was located!

Purple Bird Peak is sparsely populated, and Bafeng Zhenren rarely participates in the affairs of the Huang Detang sect, concentrating on seeking alchemy, so there are only two alchemy disciples and one disciple of Zhu Hong.

It can also be regarded as the descendant of the real person of the Eight Blades. Therefore, this time he entered the Concentration Hall to search, and it was also because of the order of the Eight Blades True Person, Zhu Hong dared to go to the Concentration Palace.