The winter rain stops on this morning, and the sunny weather reveals the tranquility of the morning.

The bamboo building by the river has long been dilapidated, and the traces of last night's fight remain.

"It's a shame that a good room is gone." Erlei couldn't help but sigh.

She slept in a remote room at night, and woke up early in the morning to find that everything outside had changed after waking up.

"Your big witch won't feel sorry for this property, right?" Zhu Beichen asked, the current real estate is expensive, not to mention the mountain villa.

"The hour is coming, it's time for us to leave for the test room to prepare." Ningyun Zhengse.

"Where is the last match?" Seven asked.

"Dust Cleaner." Ning Yun said.

"You two are so badly injured, don't go over, I'll just follow him." Ning Yun confessed.

She led Zhu Beichen and Er Lei out the door, and the Gu art competition on the last day was about to decide a major event in the clan!

This morning, the ram and Yu's anger were not released, and Hanmo returned.

"How could you miss, I tried my best to let Gu Ling train you into a body of copper skin and iron bones, and it was so useless?" He scolded angrily with an old face.

Han Mo returned from a serious injury, the surface of the thick-skinned corpse swelled and cracked, the inky black muscles and nerves under the cortical tissue jumped, and the formed Gu worms were busy repairing the broken parts.

"Suddenly a cat popped up, and I'm scared of it." Hanmo said.

Ling Yan is too special, pure white hair, highly evolved intelligence, and the important thing is that it is born with an evil nemesis.

There is a Gu cat in the Great Wu Bamboo Building, an old cat, and almost no one in the clan knows about it.

Because Ling Yan often goes out to forage for food at night, it is erratic, agile, and never disturbs the Miao people.

"Go back to your coffin, take care of the corpse, you may still be of great use, otherwise I don't mind turning you into corpse powder." Ram and Coy said lightly.

"Firefox also missed, because of the cat." White Tiger said.

The ram and the cocoon wanted something from the young man, not just his life.

Zhu Beichen got something in the seven-story pavilion, which was extremely important to the ram and the coward.

……

Cleanse the dust and clean it, and build a small building!

There is a small and elegant building five miles away from Miao Village, the environment is quiet, quiet and natural, and it is called "small building." ”

There is a pond in the small building, which is called "Cleaning Dust".

To enter the small building, you need to bathe in the dust washing pool and wash away the dirt of the world, so that you can cultivate yourself in the small building and accept the baptism of morning light and rain in nature.

This is a secluded abode for the Miao people to isolate themselves from the earthly world and cultivate their minds, and the women of the Tong Jia clan will enter the dust purification pool to cultivate their minds for a year when they accept the inheritance of their elders in the clan.

Cut off the clamor of the outside world, feel the opportunity of life, and think about the mystery of "existence".

There are only two protagonists selected by Suyou today, and the big people in the bamboo building have spoken, and Dawu personally chooses the location of the last Suyou selection.

It is a great honor to step on the body to wash the dust, shed the dirt, and cleanse the soul.

In front of the small building, two old figures were waiting for the candidates, they were Zongzheng Qingrong and Ram Heyi.

There will only be two clan witches in today's chief examiner, and they are the only ones who are qualified to preside over this final competition.

On this day, there will be no onlookers, and the outer clan witch guards will isolate the bystanders of Miaodi.

In the elegant small building, three thousand new clothes, shaking their spirits, excitedly looking forward to the arrival of this moment, and they are finally getting closer and closer to their goal.

Ning Yun and Zhu Beichen and the other three stepped into the small building.

The fresh natural warm breeze that blew on their faces brought them to another world in a trance, two obviously different spaces inside and outside, which were not affected by the climate change of the four seasons.

"It's all there!" Zong Zheng Qingrong smiled.

Ram and Cozy still have the same complexion, cold and arrogant, and he no longer cares about the final result.

"Participants enter the dust pit on their own, limited to one hour. I don't care what way you go, the first one to come out wins. The ram and the cocoon confessed, and began to urge the two of them.

He now wishes that the two sides would fight to the death in order to unleash the anger in his heart.

There is an ancient weeping poplar tree by the dust washing pool, and its soft silk is blowing in the wind.

There is a faint white mist rising in the pool, the blue water light is soft and soft, quiet and quiet, like the bright moon in the Milky Way, like a girl's quiet and clear, veined and affectionate eyes.

Cleaning dust is meant to wash away dirt, but in this hour, this place is about to experience a bloody storm.

"I didn't think I'd meet you here." Three thousand said.

"Before a small sapling grows into a big tree, no one will point to the thin sapling and say that the tree cannot be used as a beam." Zhu Beichen replied calmly.

And he is this sapling that was mistaken by 3000 for not being used as a pillar, and the Miao boy in front of him has always underestimated himself.

The reflection of the dreamlike pool water reflects the two unfathomable teenagers by the pool very quietly and peacefully.

Three thousand struck first, attacking with brutal physical strength.

The start of the competition was calm and sudden.

Zhu Beichen's footsteps retreated steadily, and the tricks of the three thousand debuts were too fast and unsuitable to be forcibly taken.

After all, Sanqian has endured for many years, and there are too many secrets hidden in his heart.

For example, the identity of a priest, and perhaps a profound fist and foot kung fu.

The three thousand domineering fists broke through the shackles of layers of air resistance and hit Zhu Beichen's left shoulder in a straight line.

His body trembled, and the clear pain was transmitted through his nerves.

Zhu Beichen frowned, forcibly suppressed his physiological reaction, and three thousand follow-up attacks followed.

There was an extremely dull collision sound, and the raindrop-like fists kept falling on Zhu Beichen's body.

Three thousand endlessly waved his fists, venting the endless hatred in his heart to the fullest, and the majestic power showed his profound martial arts skills.

Zhu Beichen clasped his hands in front of his chest to resist, and finally fell backwards in a punch that came after three thousand strengths.

"Poof!" He squirted a mouthful of thick slurry towards the blue water, and a faint bright red liquid melted into the pool, showing a trace of blood, and gradually disappeared in the water.

"I told you you you could get out of here unharmed." Sanqian said with a sneer.

"You~Kung Fu~where~ did you learn~?" Zhu Beichen's speech was a little slurred, and a mouthful of blood came up again.

"Huh?" Sanqian didn't really understand, now that the superior and the inferior have been divided, what he meant by this.

"It's the same as mosquitoes tickling~, after fighting for a long time~ Lao Tzu is still alive~ and he has to be good." Zhu Beichen suppressed a mouthful of blood, and sneered at the three thousand.