After Zhang Jingfan returned to the Night Cloud Palace, he said a retreat to Lin Qin.

He returned to his temple and locked the door completely.

Sunset and dusk.

The sunset stains the earth.

Zhang Jingfan took out the Qingyuan brew and poured it into his throat, above Zhang Jingfan's eyes, blood streaks came up one after another, and he closed his eyes and drank the wine.

This Qingyuan brew, drinking one jar is one less jar.

Because above Huangling Prefecture, only one person can brew.

Zhang Jingfan's fifth uncle, wine into a river.

Among Zhang Jingfan's many uncles, Jiu Chengjiang's strength cultivation is not the highest, or even the bottom, because he has devoted his whole life to the word 'wine'.

In his life, he was crazy about alcohol, and even changed his surname for this.

Among the many uncles, the person closest to Zhang Jingfan is also the fifth uncle, every time the wine becomes a river and makes a fine wine, he will definitely take a lot, give it to Zhang Jingfan, and drink it with Zhang Jingfan.

Because he thinks that Zhang Jingfan is also a person who understands alcohol.

Jiu Chengjiang once said that his lifelong ambition was to be drunk to death by the wine he brewed, and he was obsessed with wine all his life, and he was willing to go away from the wine.

However, the fifth uncle was killed by the master of the Yin Yang Palace, his heart was crushed, and his soul was devoured.

The death was terrible.

Zhang Jingfan's current strength is not enough to drink a whole jar of Qingyuan Brew, and when he is in front of Chen Wudu, he does not pretend to have many things.

The throat was hot and painful, and when the wine came up, Zhang Jingfan fell directly to the ground.

He knew it would happen, but he just wanted to get drunk.

......

Knock knock.

The knock on the door kept ringing.

"Brother, are you inside?" outside the palace gate, Lin Qin said with some worry.

Zhang Jingfan rubbed his eyes and slowly got up from the ground.

At this moment, he was exuding powerful power all over his body, and his spiritual power was incomparably abundant, and he felt that if he threw a punch, he could instigate the spiritual power of the Quartet.

This is the credit of Qingyuan Brewing, and the pure spiritual power in the wine has been absorbed by Zhang Jingfan.

Zhang Jingfan hurriedly went over and opened the door.

"How many days have I been asleep?"

Lin Qin was stunned, didn't he mean retreat?

"If you start counting from the Donglin campus, it's been three days, and there is still an hour before the ceremony to begin. Lin Qin returned.

"I haven't overslept yet, let's go. Zhang Jingfan smiled helplessly and walked out of the hall.

The two of them first gathered at the Donglin campus, led by Meng Yi, and went to the Middle Palace.

At the same time, deep in the Mangyun Mountains.

In a thatched wooden house.

The old door was pushed open by a hand.

Inside the wooden house, a white-haired young man stepped out.

He looked no more than thirty, with long pure white hair, pure white eyelashes, and blue eyes.

On his body, he was casually draped in a crimson blood-colored robe.

On his body, there was not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, but it exuded an incomparably holy aura, just like an immortal who had disappeared into the red dust.

"If you count the time, it should be today. The young man muttered, randomly, that is, he stepped out and disappeared in place.

Meng Yi took everyone and left the eastern courtyard and went to the Mangyun Mountain Range.

Halfway through, under the countless giant trees covering the sky, Meng Yi stopped, but no one felt strange.

"Meng Yi of the Eastern Academy, take the martial disciples who participated in the Four Academies Meeting, take them to the Middle Palace, and ask the seniors to let them go. Meng Yi said to the empty place.

"Where is the token?" a melodious voice came from all directions.

Under this voice, everyone felt a lot of pressure.

This Tiance Xue Palace is worthy of being the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, no wonder even if it is as strong as the Dayan Dynasty, it does not dare to provoke it in the slightest.

With both hands, Meng Yi took out a golden token and placed it on top of his head.

A soul power, I don't know where it came from, poured into the token.

Immediately, the space in front of everyone trembled.

A majestic stone gate slowly appeared in front of everyone.

The height is 300 zhang, and the width is more than 100 zhang.

The stone door is open, and inside, there is another world entirely.

The middle palace, although it is in the Mangyun Mountain Range, is hidden in another space.

"Come in with me, and don't walk around when you get in, or I won't be able to control if I die. Meng Yi reminded with an extremely serious mouth.

In the middle palace, even Meng Yi has to be careful.

The Middle Palace is the center of the Tiance School Palace, and it is also one of the most heavily guarded places in the Tiance School Palace.

Everyone nodded one after another, followed Meng Yi, and entered the middle palace.

As soon as he stepped into the middle palace area, he could clearly feel the powerful aura contained in heaven and earth.

The degree of this spiritual power is more than several times stronger than that of the Eastern Courtyard.

Entering the middle palace, you will see a huge complex of buildings one after another, many palaces, even as high as a thousand lengths, more than ten miles long and wide, incomparably majestic, like the abode of giants and gods.

This group of them walked in the middle palace, and it was even a bit like ants.

Soon, Meng Yi led everyone to a wide square, which was a hundred times wider than the Donglin campus.

In the center of the square, there is a huge altar.

And behind the altar, there are two stone statues.

These two stone statues are towering into the clouds, and they can't see their faces clearly, but at the moment when they face the stone statues, they can feel an inexplicable pressure covering their bodies.

"Whose stone statue is that, could it be a god's? Zhang Jingfan muttered in a low voice.

Zhang Jingfan once saw in ancient books that in the ancient flood era of the Panhuang Ancient Realm, there were omniscient and all-powerful gods, who founded the civilization of the Hongmeng Realm and gave all races the ability to cultivate.

Therefore, the living beings in the Hongmeng realm must worship the gods and be grateful.

In the Hongmeng realm, even people in the evil path have their own evil gods, and no one dares to be disrespectful to the gods.

On all sides of the square, many people gathered in the center and walked towards the middle of the altar.

"Remember, only we wear a white uniform in the East Courtyard, a red uniform in the South Courtyard, a blue uniform in the West Courtyard, and a black uniform in the North Courtyard. Meng Yi opened his mouth and said to everyone.

The people of the four courtyards soon gathered in front of the huge altar.

And inside the attic under the altar.

It is a large number of strong people who fill one palace, four courtyards and ten halls.

The final competition of the school palace, the first grade of the big competition is the most important, the rulers of the school palace, to choose a talented and powerful existence from it, to become their own heirs, so most of the school palace elders will not be absent on this day.

"It's actually him, I didn't expect that even he could be in the top 100 of the East Courtyard, it seems that there is really no one in the East Courtyard. ”

Above the attic, the gaze of a woman in a green shirt fell on Zhang Jingfan's body, and she said coldly.