At this moment, it is dusk, and the remnant sun is like blood, setting in the west.

The warm afterglow poured on Wang Yan's delicate and fair face, gilding him with a faint halo.

Between heaven and earth, the clouds were burned into a brilliant orange-red by the afterglow of the setting sun.

Against the backdrop of a round of sunset, magnificent and fantastic.

At this moment, a long figure slowly came towards Wang Yan, and finally stopped in front of him.

"Bai Gongzi. ”

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows, "I don't have any white sons here, only Xiaobai." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to Bai Ruxue, who was standing respectfully behind him, "Are you calling him?"

"I forgot to tell you that he was my slave. ”

Rao is Han Qianjue, who had already known all this, couldn't help but be shocked in his heart after hearing Wang Yan's words.

The son of a dignified martial saint, the leader of the younger generation of the Jinling Dynasty, is now willing to be a slave for others to drive.

"Aren't you afraid of bringing disaster upon yourself by doing this?"

Wang Yan smiled indifferently, "Life is so short, if you don't do something vigorous, won't you go in vain?"

After the words fell, Wang Yan slowly got up and looked directly at Han Qianjue.

"People, there will be death, why be afraid?"

didn't speculate for more than half a sentence, looking at Wang Yan squinting into the distance, he was not interested in communicating with him at all.

Han Qianjue felt bored with himself, and his eyes couldn't help but be cold, "Although you are fast at the moment, you will ...... in the near future"

"You don't need to worry about it, let's think about how to get a good result in the Nine Sects Competition. ”

After taking a deep look at Wang Yan, Han Qianjue turned around and left.

The wisp of murder that flashed in his eyes was hidden deep in his eyes.

Tie Cold-blooded had zero communication with Wang Yan throughout the whole process, and he didn't even look at Wang Yan.

Regarding Tie's cold-blooded reaction, Wang Yan also understood his distress.

After all, taking the son of the Origin Martial Saint into slavery is tantamount to embarking on a road of no return.

It can even be said that he has already walked halfway through the journey of death.

And the approach of iron cold-blooded is not to ignite the fire, so simply come to a wise wisdom to protect himself.

......

At the speed of the blue-backed blood eagle, at noon on the second day, Ling Xingzong was already in sight.

As the number one of the nine sects, the geographical location of the Ling Xing Sect was much better than that of the Burning Sun Sect.

Although it is still built on the mountain, it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, the scenery is pleasant, and the four seasons are like spring.

But the strength of the power of the stars is more than one grade higher than that of the Burning Sun Sect.

"How?"

As the blue-backed blood eagle slowly landed, the iron cold-blooded who had communicated with Wang Yanling all the way suddenly came to his side.

Hearing this, Wang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing an extremely surprised look.

"How dare the Second Elder talk to me?"

Suddenly, Tie's cold-blooded brows furrowed, and his terrible eyes stared at Wang Yan deadly.

"What do you mean, boy?"

"It's not interesting, just a little surprised. ”

Shrugging his shoulders undeniably, Wang Yan looked at the Ling Xing Sect that was getting bigger and bigger at his feet.

"It's very good, at least stronger than the Burning Sun Sect. ”

Tie's cold-blooded breath was suddenly suffocated, "Boy, the old man asked how sure the Nine Sects are more than you!"

Wang Yan chuckled in a sudden realization, "This...... Not much for sure. ”

"The sect master once said that you don't want to be in the top three, at least squeeze into the top ten!"

Coldly dropped this sentence, and the iron walked away in cold blood.

......

The mountain gate of the Ling Xing Sect is already overcrowded at the moment.

Noise, discussion, endless, sound into the ear.

As far as the eye can see, there are crowds of people, and the black pressure is overwhelming, which can really be described as a sea of people.

After stopping and watching for a while, Wang Yan saw the rules here.

Although it is a big competition of nine sects, it is still divided into three, six, nine and so on here.

The Burning Sun Sect ranked second among the nine sects, and the next one was the third Star Sect.

These two sects were the first to be recruited into the Ling Xing Sect to arrange everything

As for the fourth-ranked Wind Thunder Sect and the fifth-ranked Fire Flame Sect, they were still waiting in front of the Lingxing Sect Mountain Gate.

The other four sects were directly left aside, and none of the Ling Xing Sect members went to entertain them.

But none of these four sects showed anger, and they all waited patiently.

When the sun set to the west, the high-level leaders of the nine sects finally gathered together, except for the Ling Xing Sect, who was the host.

Playing with the delicate wine glass in his hand, Tie snorted coldly and dissatisfiedly.

"Ling Xing Sect is really a big spectrum, the Nine Sects Great Comparison is a grand event, as the host, he has not shown up for a long time, how can this be reasonable!"

"Second Elder, don't be impatient, anyway, Dabi will open tomorrow morning, and it won't hurt for us to wait for a while. ”

"Yes, there is delicious food and wine right now, let's eat while waiting, what is the second elder doing in such a hurry......"

Tie's cold-blooded voice landed, except for the cultivation of the Xingchen Sect, there was no expression, and the rest of the sect leaders and elders were all flattering and persuasive.

At this moment, a slightly abrupt sneer suddenly sounded.

"Iron is cold-blooded, I haven't seen it for a long time, my cultivation has not risen, but my temper has risen quite quickly. ”

Surrounded by a large group of Ling Xing Sect disciples, the second eldest husband, Sun Yubin, held his head high and strode over.

His gaze swept away, and finally stayed on Iron Coldblood.

"Tell you to wait for a moment, have an opinion?"

In the square outside the hall, Wang Yan, one of the participating disciples of the Nine Sects, took in all of this, and couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

Tie cold-blooded relied on himself as the second elder of the Burning Sun Sect, and he could show off his might in front of the elders of other sects.

But in the face of Ling Xingzong's grandson Yubin, he had no arrogance.

Not only because Ling Xingzong was ranked above the Burning Sun Sect, but also because Gongsun Yu Bin's cultivation was more than several times stronger than Iron Coldblood.

Looking at the dumb and cold-blooded iron, Gongsun Yubin sneered, and just as he was about to speak, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

There was a commotion behind Wang Yan, and then a long figure walked out of it.

"I have an opinion, I wonder if Elder Gongsun can listen to it?"

As this person walked out, thousands of eyes fell on him in unison.

But this person looked indifferent, calm, and walked into the hall slowly.

"When did he come, and why did he never find ......?"

Seeing this person walk into the hall, Wang Yan was a little surprised.

Because this person is none other than the Fifth Elder of the Burning Sun Sect, Nie Feichen's Senior Brother, Zi Feilong!

It turned out that Nie Feichen was afraid that Tie's cold-blooded cultivation and identity would not be enough to take on the big responsibility.

So he found Zifeilong in private, so he could talk about it, and then invited this great god out of the mountain.

It seemed that no one in the Nine Sects knew about the existence of the Purple Flying Dragon, and when he appeared, the arrogant Gongsun Yubin was stunned for a moment, and then laughed twice.

"Who should I be, it turned out to be Brother Feilongdao. ”

"Don't dare to be, this Feilong Dao brother is really called Zi Mou, so frightened. ”

Seeing the arrival of the Purple Flying Dragon, Tie Lengxue was stunned at first, and immediately got up and gave up his seat.

The big horse golden knife sat down, and Zi Feilong looked at Gongsun Yubin with a playful expression.

"As the host, but you put such a big score, does your sect master know?"

(End of chapter)