Listen to Snow Peak.

Inside the cold snow dwelling, a laurel tree stands in the wind, like a crystal carved branch fork, crystal clear, and stretches like a long knife and spear.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the trees fell like snow.

This scene is really beautiful, like a fairyland.

At the foot of the mountain, a group of well-dressed people walked slowly.

This group of people are all disciples of the inner door of the Guanghan Palace in recent years, and they have been accepted by the elders of each peak, carefully adjusted/taught, and all of them have good strength, if they are put in the Daqian Dynasty, each of them has the qualifications to lead tens of thousands of horses and horses, and guard the strength of a county.

One of these people is named Zhou Haoran.

When Zhou Haoran first entered the Guanghan Palace, his talent and qualifications were also praised by a generation of elders and palace masters, but after worshipping the court, he was only made an exception and was awarded as a formal disciple, and his strength was cultivated to the third grade realm before he was able to worship under the elders and become an inner disciple.

He originally thought that the Guanghan Palace had long been respected by women, and even if the male disciples were highly talented, they would not be too quick to give high-standard treatment, even if he was a little unhappy in his heart, he could only endure it, but when Su Lingxuan entered the Guanghan Palace, it was no longer the same.

In the mouth of his master, what he often heard was that a generation of elders and palace masters made an exception to award a male disciple who had just started as a true disciple, and learned from them how talented the male disciple was, and often sighed that Guanghan Palace would usher in another Tianjiao disciple, and the future could be expected.

Zhou Haoran is twenty-five years old this year, and he is about to cultivate to the third grade realm, although his achievements are not as amazing as the first true disciple Li Emei, but he is also a superior performance among the true disciples, he is quite proud on weekdays, after learning about Su Lingxuan, he was immediately very unhappy, angry and annoyed, but more than that, he was jealous.

Everyone is a male disciple and has outstanding talents, why do you come up as a true disciple, and I can only start as a formal disciple?

The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, especially when he learned that Su Lingxuan's cultivation was only about five grades when he started, and the personal courtyard he chose was Leng Xueju, which he had already scheduled to dredge up the relationship in private, and he added an infinite anger to his heart, and he rushed to Ling Xue Peak several times in anger to provoke, cutting off the face of Su Lingxuan, a new true disciple, so that he would not be able to raise his head and be a man in the future.

It's a pity that since Su Lingxuan lived in Lengxue Residence, he announced a retreat to the outside world, even though he was full of anger in his heart, he didn't dare to take the risk of breaking in.

Today, he has a lot of leisure with a group of inner disciples who have excellent personal relationships, walking and chatting, exchanging martial arts and learning new ones, and he is quite comfortable.

Passing by Lingxue Peak by chance, his gaze couldn't help but cast on the cold snow house located halfway up the mountain, and his gaze suddenly turned sharp, as if he couldn't wait to penetrate the door that had been closed for two or three months.

Xu Tianhua, Zhao Yiran, Li Wen and others beside him were extremely familiar with him, noticed his strange appearance, and looked at him, and couldn't help but show strange looks.

"That's the Cold Snow Residence, the courtyard of the True Disciple who has never appeared in front of all the disciples, right?"

The only woman in Zhou Haoran's group asked.

Her name is Zhao Yiran, and she is the most talented female disciple among the contemporary inner disciples of Guanghan Palace, because her mother was born in Guanghan Palace, has rich connections, and is about seventeen or eight years old, and her body and appearance are all beautiful and good, so she is deeply admired by a group of male colleagues, and the stars and moons are surrounded in the center.

Another inner disciple, Li Wen, nodded, and said with a little flattery: "Senior Sister Zhao is right, that is the courtyard of Su Lingxuan, who was accepted as a true disciple by the Supreme Elder and the Palace Master, I heard that when he entered the sect, he was only about the fifth grade of cultivation, but he was favored by the Supreme Elder and the Palace Master on the spot, and was directly awarded the qualification of the True Transmission Disciple, and he was able to choose one of the six great miracle skills to practice independently."

A trace of anger flashed in Zhou Haoran's eyes, and he said sourly: "Everyone is talented, and they all worship the masters of each peak as their teachers, but why can this person be taught the six great techniques, we can only start from the second-class Laurel Eight Studies, I don't think he has anything outstanding, it's just that he just happened to save Senior Sister Li Emei."

Everyone on the side didn't say anything, but when they heard Zhou Haoran's words, they all nodded lightly or heavily.

They looked at Leng Xueju now, and their eyes became even more strange.

Some people are a little curious, and more are not convinced, they are also the younger generation who have cultivated to be good at martial arts at a young age, and they also feel that they are extremely talented, otherwise they would not be favored and accepted as disciples by the elders of the various peaks who have cultivated at least the first grade.

With this confidence, they naturally didn't think that Su Lingxuan was stronger than them. Therefore, Zhou Haoran's complaint immediately resonated with everyone, and they all felt the same way.

Zhou Haoran saw the changes in the expressions of several friends, and suddenly knew in his heart that they also had the same hatred for the enemy, and his heart suddenly moved, and his thoughts were turning.

Today, I am bound to force out that Su Lingxuan and give him some color!

He made up his mind in his heart, so he spoke, "Guys, aren't you curious about this Su Ling Xuan's talent and strength? What is so special that can please the palace master and the Supreme Elders? Why don't we find an opportunity to talk to him, they are all fellow disciples, I don't think he will refuse."

Zhao Yiran and the others' eyes lit up when they heard this, it was really a good reason to use the same door as an excuse, and after a discussion, they could find out what Su Lingxuan was, if he really had the ability and talent, everyone would be convinced, but if not-

Hum!

Then he can't sit still as a true disciple!

Of course, as the best of the inner disciples, they never felt that their natural strength would be inferior to that of a mere fifth-grade scum.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, I think we'll visit today."

I don't know who shouted, and everyone immediately agreed, and flocked towards Leng Xueju.

When everyone came to the door of Lengxueju, someone automatically asked for help and went over to call the door.

In the courtyard, Lin Ying, who was practicing swordsmanship, suddenly complained bitterly.

She had been in the group of registered disciples with a complicated situation for a long time, and she understood better than anyone how dirty the intrigue between the disciples at all levels of the Guanghan Palace was, and looking at the demeanor of the inner disciples outside the door through the formation that shrouded the courtyard, she knew that these people had bad intentions, and they were really here to trouble Su Lingxuan, a newly promoted true disciple.

At this moment, Su Lingxuan was in retreat, and when a martial artist was in retreat, it was best to avoid being disturbed, she naturally did not dare to close the formation, open the gate, and let these people in.

Moreover, she could see clearly that Zhou Haoran, who was faintly led by the crowd, was a disciple who had come to the door angrily several times, so he didn't dare to open the door.

As for going out, there are a few things to say......

As soon as this thought arose, she immediately extinguished it.

Although Guanghan Palace is respected by women, and the status of female disciples is treated above that of male disciples, in fact, the most important thing is to respect strength, and the various classes that have been divided by specific strength are insurmountable.

These inner sects dared to come to the door to find trouble with Su Lingxuan, a true disciple, it must be because of their high strength, as well as the blessing of the masters of the various peaks and peaks behind them, they may have a trace of scruples and jealousy towards Su Lingxuan when they do it, and if the opponent is her, an ordinary registered disciple who can no longer be ordinary, it is not a serious matter to find a reason to kill casually.

Especially in the current situation, she came out of it was tantamount to exposing herself to the anger of all the inner disciples, which was no different from suicide.

Bang bang –

There was a knock on the door, and there were more than a dozen dense sounds, but there was no movement.

Seeing that the gate was still closed, the formation was the same, and even the registered disciples who served the true disciples inside did not come out to greet them, they were all suddenly angry, and Zhao Yiran's face turned pale with anger.

Li Wen and the others saw that the beauty was displeased, and they were filled with righteous indignation, and they wanted to be angry for her and win the joy of the beauty.

That Xu Tianhua was the most direct, one step ahead of everyone, and suddenly printed a palm.

The effectiveness of the formation that shrouded the gate was not strong, but it had a simple warning and detection function, and the symbolic meaning was more than the actual meaning, how could he resist his palm, which was as powerful as almost the third grade, and the cold palm power broke through the air, and with a "boom", the gate was shattered, and the formation was broken.

"Oops! They are so unscrupulous!" Lin Ying's face turned pale and panicked.

The crowd rushed in.

In the courtyard, there was no figure wearing the jade plate of the true disciple, but there was a registered disciple with a panicked expression standing in the courtyard.

In an instant, anger churned in everyone's hearts, and they looked at Lin Ying coldly.

Sensing that everyone's eyes looking at her were extremely dangerous, Lin Ying suddenly knew that she was only afraid that it would be difficult for her today, but she was not stupid after all, so she quickly took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed her panicked emotions, pressed her palm to the hilt of the sword at her waist, maintained the posture of taking out the sword at any time, and asked in a loud voice:

"Trespassing into the True Disciple's Mansion, don't you think it's too rude for you senior brothers and sisters to do what you want!"

Zhao Yiran was not in a hurry, and smiled: "Senior sister, what you said is too exaggerated. We just learned that the new True Transmission Senior Brother lives here, so we came to visit."

"It's you, and you're guilty!" Zhao Yiran's voice suddenly turned to Sen Ran.

"I'm waiting for the inner disciples to come to visit Senior Brother, you are a small registered disciple, you dare to keep us out, don't think that you can despise us and others when you are a true disciple. Today, I want you to know that the majesty of the inner disciple does not allow such an insignificant little person as you to blaspheme!"

As he spoke, Zhao Yiran threw a look at the people around him.

Over there, Xu Tianhua comprehended, snorted coldly, flipped his palms, and already brought a violent cold wind, and the true qi of his palms was condensed, ready to burst out at any time.

A powerful aura came to his face, and the sense of oppression was extremely strong.

Lin Ying is just an ordinary registered disciple, where can she withstand the pressure of the aura of the inner disciple of the hall? At the moment of handover, she was like being swept by a storm, with a muffled snort, her breath was disrupted, her feet were unsteady, and she retreated again and again.