His voice was as empty as a cloud of smoke, drifting through the ice hall.

As if with joy, but also with a faint hatred: "But, why? Will you come back with that name? ”

……

It is still late autumn and October in the world, and Wenling Mountain is already snowing heavily.

Wenling Mountain is the outer mountain of the Ziwei Sect, and the Ziwei Sect accepts new ones, and the pre-selected disciples generally choose here.

Heavy snow covered the rugged mountain road, and the bluestone steps were smooth as a mirror, and the snowflakes were covered and then frozen.

If a person steps on it and slips on it, he will fall and roll down if he is careful.

Jun Crimson was mixed with a group of teenagers and girls, and it was difficult to walk on the mountain road.

Looking up, the entrance to the outer gate of the Ziwei Sect was still at the highest point in the cloudy sky, just a black spot in the distance.

She estimated the distance, and she had to climb at least 10,000 steps.

It's tiring to think about!

This ladder-like mountain road is the first level of the Ziwei Sect's pre-selected disciples.

This level is probably a test of perseverance, walking on this mountain road, the spiritual power will be sealed.

There seems to be a suction force on this mountain road, and the steps on it are heavy, and I feel twice as heavy as usual.

Jun's crimson spell is good, but she is lazy, and her physical fitness is not too good.

It was extremely difficult for her to climb this mountain road, and by now she had been sweating several times and panting badly.

Luckily, there are many other people around her who are in a similar situation.

Looking up again, the gate of the Ziwei Sect still seemed to be on the horizon.

The steps under his feet were very slippery, and suddenly, someone on the left side behind him screamed, his feet slipped, his body staggered, and he was about to fall.

Jun Crimson subconsciously pulled the other party's arm and held the man steady.

"Thank you, thank you......" the man thanked.

"Be careful." Jun Crimson quickly let go of his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The man looked at her with a puzzled look.

The girl in front of the meeting was wearing a simple light green dress, and her jet-black hair was tied together casually.

The facial features are obviously not particularly beautiful, but there is a unique temperament on the body, a neat, elegant and handsome feeling.

Ziwei Sect only accepts 28 new people each time, and more than 200 can participate in the preliminary selection, with an elimination rate of nearly 9 out of 10, and the competition is extremely cruel.

For each pre-selected disciple, one more person in the team will give him one more chance to stay.

So it's good that everyone doesn't help each other, so it's good not to stumble!

The young man didn't expect Jun Scarlet to help him, so he was grateful, and walked two steps in parallel with her: "May I ask the girl's name?" ”

"Mo Xia is late."

This is Jun Crimson's new identity now.

"It's a great name! My name is Zhang Or, is Miss Mo a disciple of Mojiabao? I heard that there are two female disciples from Mojiabao this time, and Miss Mo should be one of them......"

Jun Scarlet didn't speak yet, and a sneering chuckle came from not far behind him: "She is not our authentic disciple of Mojiabao, he is the daughter of a slave, and he is just surnamed Mo." “

Jun turned around and saw three men and two women coming in parallel not far behind.

The one in the middle was wearing a pale silver robe embroidered with cloud patterns, his face was like a crown of jade, and his appearance was very handsome, but his lips were thinner, and when he was in a line, he gave people a sense of coldness. ”

The two teenagers beside him looked like Zhou Zheng, one with a round face and the other with a long face, both wearing dark blue robes embroidered with cloud patterns.

The two women were also wearing light red dresses embroidered with moire.

One is tall and one is short, the tall one has a slender figure, a slender waist, light eyebrows, thin lips, and a hint of arrogance.