Suyun Peak is suspended in a circle of white mist, and there are waterfalls in the mountain that flow straight down, converging and flowing into the Huanzong River below.

This floating mountain is not big from a distance, but in fact, the mountains inside are undulating, divided into many mountains of different sizes, which are more than five or six times larger than the city outside.

Qi refining stage disciples who work here will receive a certain number of flying talismans every month, and they can take off and gallop in the air by sticking them to their feet. Otherwise, with the speed at which they walked, there would be no way to do things here.

Meng Hui was led to the deacon hall, where there was a commotion, and it looked like he was issuing a task. In order to earn contribution points, everyone is highly motivated.

The qualifications of the outer disciples are not good enough, and they need a lot of pills to assist, so they can only sacrifice part of their cultivation time and go to various peaks to do miscellaneous labor.

Those who can come to Su Yunfeng to do things are all disciples who are more clever in the outer door, or have connections in the door.

"My master is very generous, the contribution points are very high, and sometimes there are special rewards, so everyone is vying to be the first to reach our peak."

The sweet beauty Xiu is called Tang Tian, and she is as her name suggests, from her appearance to her speech, she is so sweet. But Meng Hui traveled all the way, and when he saw the attitude of the disciples in Fengzhong towards her, he knew that her sweetness was probably just an appearance.

Not to mention anything else, just by looking at her actions of mentioning Lin Mei'er, it can be seen that this is still a wild female man in nature, and she is no different from every sword cultivator in the sect.

"Hey, Senior Brother Zhang, is there still a place for the miscellaneous disciples?"

The male cultivator who was shouted was in the early stage of Jindan, and his clothes were not the same as Tang Tian's, so he did not belong to the ranks of elite disciples. He glanced at Meng Hui and was a little embarrassed.

"This ...... If you want to be empty, you can be empty, but ...... It's going to be an entry competition soon, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to convince the public if I let people in directly. ”

After Senior Brother Zhang finished speaking, he unconsciously shrank his neck, looking like he was afraid of being beaten.

Of course, Tang Tian couldn't beat someone for this kind of thing, waved his hand and asked him to go back to do things, turned his head to Meng and replied: "Oh, there's no way, and I said that you will be rewarded for your bravery!" ”

Meng Hui felt that she was already very enthusiastic, and if she registered her here, she would be able to get Su Yunfeng when she entered the sect, so she was lucky enough to go shit.

"No, no, no, thank you seniors for running for me, I'm already grateful. I'd better go out first and talk about it after the competition. ”

"Well, then you can compare, as soon as you pass, I will bring you here. If you can't get through, I'll try to help you think of a way to let you stay in the outer gate as a nominal disciple. ”

After Tang Tian finished speaking, he sighed: "Hmph, there are so many people in the small mountains and forests, so many Qi refining perfections, they don't know how to unite to help others, you are the only one who stands up, it's really a bad day!" ”

Tang Tian has a great sense of justice and feels that sword cultivation should be like this. Meng Hui was a little embarrassed when she said this, after all, she also instinctively rushed out, and the idea of saving people was also very reluctant.

Tang Tian drove Meng Hui back to the small mountain forest and found a quiet place for her to rest.

"Then I'll see you in a few days, I'll pay attention to the competition, you work hard!"

"Thank you, senior!"

Before Meng Hui's voice fell, Tang Tian had already disappeared in front of him.

*

On the day of the competition, Meng Hui came to the door of Zhou Lian's shop as promised, and saw that he was already sitting on the steps, and there was a middle-aged man standing behind him, who was comforting him in a rough voice.

"Son, it's okay, even if you fail, Dad can support you. Dad taught you to refine the best sword in the world, and in the future, the disciples of the Thousand Swords Sect will come to you to buy swords. ”

The middle-aged man looks rough, his voice is rough and low, and he looks a little fierce, but when he talks to his son, he is verbose, angry, and inexplicably a little contrasting and cute.

"Okay, Dad, I know, you've been talking about this since half a year ago, and I can memorize it!"

Zhou Lian rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, is there a father like you, if you say that you failed before the exam, your confidence is about to be worn out. He swept his eyes to Meng Hui, who was running in the distance, stood up and waved with a smile.

"Hey, Qin Daoyou, you're here!"

"Thoughtful and friendly! Hello senior Zhou! ”

Meng Hui greeted the two, and in the inexplicably relieved and strange eyes of Senior Zhou, with a heart full of doubts, he walked to the square with Zhou Lian.

"Why is your dad looking at me like that?"

"Hehehe......"

Zhou Lian laughed dryly twice, and was silent for a long time before he said, "He may think that I finally have a spring heart." ”

"......" Meng Hui was speechless, the man who looked strong and fierce was really gossipy.

When the two came to the square, there was already a sea of people around. This time, the disciples will only accept the seventh level of qi refining to the perfection of qi refining, and they will not be lower or higher than this realm.

For the sake of fairness, the melee is divided into four venues, and the competition between the same realm, and those who are eliminated are all low-level.

Meng Hui and Zhou Lian came to the venue on the ninth floor of Qi refining, and there were already dense people standing inside, all of them with heads at a glance, and each of them was holding a sword in their hands.

"We seem to be the only two-person team." Zhou Lian found that many people were in groups of five or seven, and the most was actually thirteen people.

"Zhou Daoyou, you've been in the city for so long, why haven't you pulled a few more into the gang?" Meng Hui thought that he already had a team, and with his enthusiasm, it should not be difficult to pull talents.

Zhou Lian scratched his head and said helplessly: "I didn't expect to need so many people. ”

"Okay, then let's do it." Meng Hui didn't say anything more, and paid fifty spirit stones with him, exchanged for a token, and stepped into the melee formation.

When everyone came and no one rushed to sign up, eight Jindan monks from the Thousand Sword Sect flew outside, two in groups, standing above the four venues to watch the battle.

"It's better not to use spells, and don't use foreign objects, to win with a sword." Zhou Lian reminded him, and as soon as the words fell, he heard the voice of Jin Dan's senior outside.

"The introductory competition has officially begun."

Boom Boom Boom –

I don't know which person with a brain problem threw a bunch of fireball talismans in it as soon as he started, and the melee of the ninth layer of qi refining had no foreshadowing at all, and directly entered the white-hot stage.

Meng Hui and Zhou Lian were back to back, raising their swords and swinging wildly, the monks in the formation were like crazy, where did they care what team was not a team, and when they saw someone in front of them, they slashed indiscriminately.

Only the two of them were still helping each other tacitly, and after a chaotic fight, from the beginning of nearly a thousand people, there were less than 500 left.

By this time, the inside of the formation was already foggy, and it was impossible to see who was who with the naked eye.

Meng Hui and Zhou Lian have always sensed each other with their breath, always maintaining a posture of facing backs, and giving their backs to each other with confidence.

Zhou Lian's swordsmanship is not bad, and he uses the good sword prepared by his father, and with a flash of sword light, he can split people out of the formation. Meng Hui's sword has no rules, it is all based on his keen mind, and he sees one by one, and the effect is also very good.

When there were only fifty people left in the formation, the Jindan period outside shouted to stop.

"Alright, you're all selected, come with me."

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