Lingwu Mountain in the early morning is like a fairyland, like waking up from a dream. In the green sky, the clouds are rising, and the milky white fog veil is floating on the mountainside, like Chang'e dancing.

The plan of the day is in the morning. Those who cultivate martial arts regard the early morning as the time when the aura of heaven and earth is the strongest, and there are no lazy people in Lingwu Mountain, and there are often people who practice all night, and the state of concentration can also eliminate fatigue.

Hundreds of thousands of disciples, whether in retreat or out for training, will not necessarily come back on Chinese New Year's Eve all year round, but they will definitely come back today.

Today is the most important day of the year for the outer gate.

As soon as Mo Chen went out, he saw that the crowd was already all over the mountains, even if he was a person who usually hung his son, he only had a serious expression on his face today.

Everyone, is silently waiting for this day.

"Strange, fatty." Mo Chen was a little puzzled, Jin Tao's body shape should be easy to identify.

But the crowd was all going to the mountainside, no one had ever retreated, and Mo Chen couldn't go to Jin Tao's residence to call him, maybe there were too many people, and he didn't see it.

He followed the crowd and walked into the cloud-shrouded mountain. This Lingwu Mountain is a treasure land of feng shui, the mountain of Lingyun, and the structure on the mountain is roughly divided into three parts, namely the top of the mountain, the mountainside and the bottom of the mountain.

The foot of the mountain covers an area of more than 1,000 miles, as the largest mountain range in the Great Song Dynasty, it is the residence of hundreds of thousands of outer disciples, and the mountainside contains the residence of thousands of inner disciples, and there are also large and small elders and deacons.

Spreading out from the junction of the inner gate and the outer gate, it is this avenue that goes up the mountainside, connecting the largest palace in Lingwu Mountain.

Underground Palace.

Mo Chen looked at it from afar, and looked at the hall that accommodated this sea of people, which was vast, and the earthen platforms were all built by man, and they were full of the history of this Lingwu Mountain for thousands of years.

"At the outer gate, you can only see the tip of the iceberg of Lingwu Mountain." He was secretly terrified.

These hundreds of thousands of people were all staring at the highest earthen platform, and on the top of the highest earthen platform, stood a well-dressed middle-aged man, beside him, large and small elders, who were today's judges.

Mo Chen looked at the middle-aged man, his face was magnificent, as the deputy head of Lingwu Mountain, he had the cultivation of the martial spirit realm, and his body exuded a powerful aura.

[Character: Zhang Junze, realm: late stage of martial arts. 】

Many of the disciples looked at him with adoration.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the annual Outer Gate Contest is about to begin!"

Zhang Junze's cultivation in the later stage of martial arts made his words powerful and powerful, and everyone present could hear them clearly and shock their hearts.

"This year's rules are the same as in previous years, but this year, there are more than hundreds of thousands of participants, so this year's rewards will be more generous than usual."

"The rewards for the top ten pills and martial arts remain unchanged, but they will be increased from the original only inner gate quota to three! Lingwu Mountain has been silent for decades, and it has long been different in the Great Song Kingdom, but now, Lingwu Mountain is about to usher in a new peak! ”

The words were powerful, arousing the blood in the bodies of all the outer disciples, and the roars were endless.

"Three places! The conditions for outer disciples to become inner disciples are quite harsh, except for the unattainable martial artist cultivation, there is only a small sect competition once a year, and there are ......"

"Don't think about climbing the ladder, today is the only chance!"

"I'm going to get a good result! Even if I don't make it to the top three, I'm going to try to be in the top ten! ”

"You save it, you can only play soy sauce in the middle of the congenital period, and the top ten still depend on those veterans who will be ten years old."

Two beautiful figures appeared behind the elder, and the crowd once again erupted into an even stronger exclamation, Su Yan was enough to make any outer disciple fanatical, and Mu Bingxue's figure was unseen by many people, and today's immortal posture was a feast for the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Oh my God, Fairy Mu is looking at me!"

"Are you farting, you're obviously looking at me!"

Mu Bingxue was dressed in a light blue long dress, her delicate skin could be broken, and Su Yan's long white legs beside her looked dull. Her beautiful eyes were longing, and she casually glanced down, as if she was looking for someone's figure, which made everyone think about it.

Zhang Junze sighed, and the disciples' desire for this ranking seemed to be surpassed by another desire, and coughed awkwardly: "Everyone, let's announce the rules of the first round of the competition now, as usual, it is this 'hundred people killed'!" ”

Once again, the crowd was quiet, listening carefully.

"Among the thirty earthen platforms in this underground palace, each of which can accommodate three thousand people, you will stand on your own earthen platforms in turn according to the number from this to thirty! And within this incense burn time, among the 3,000 people, the last 100 people standing will advance to the second round of the big competition - the ring battle! ”

100,000 people, divided into 30 earthen platforms, on each platform, 3,000 people stand.

In the end, only one-thirtieth of these 3,000 people could be promoted, that is, 100 people.

People have begun to pass the lot in an orderly manner, everyone has a number, Mo Chen got the eighteenth, he has already stood on the corresponding eighteenth earth platform, he is confident in himself.

"Strange, why don't you see the fat man?"

Mo Chen was puzzled, he didn't see Jin Tao, but he saw a lot of familiar figures, these people all looked at him with a playful face, as if to say, yo, Mo Chen, you actually dare to come to participate in the sect competition.

"How dare you come, if it were you, I would have hid like a shrunken turtle."

The voice was cold and familiar, don't think about it, this person is Wang Zhiping, Mo Chen didn't bother to look at him.

It's not that the enemies don't get together, this Wang Zhiping is actually the eighteenth, Mo Chen can only classify this as a coincidence, he hasn't realized that there are already high-ranking people calculating themselves.

It was not only Zhang Junze and Lu Ming who stared at him, but also Mu Bingxue who was blinking with watery eyes.

She felt like she had never looked at a stranger so pleasantly. Not just curious, she took a few glances and felt that Mo Chen was thin and unremarkable.

But there is an indescribable momentum in him.

"Senior Brother Mo! I'm here! Following the prestige, Shi Zheng, who was the third in line, was beckoning to him.

Mo Chen hugged his fists and feet, but saw that Shi Zheng, who was not good-looking, walked directly in front of Mo Chen and pointed to Wang Zhiping's chest:

"My eldest brother has explained, you are a cub who does all kinds of evil, and today you will definitely calculate Senior Brother Mo. So whoever sees the three of us will come to help! ”

Wang Zhi's face was pale, the three brothers of the Shihou were all the leaders of the outer gate, not to mention the unity, and they rarely went against others. Today, he actually provoked himself so openly!

But after Wang Zhiping glanced at the rest of the crowd, his brows furrowed.