Weaving Tianfu Holy Land, Daqing Mountain.

The lord of Huashan sits alone in the high hall, and the old priest sits on both sides. There was no young man in the hall, all of them were old people on the invigilator that day.

The old priests, all smiling, their eyes smiling and narrowing, all looked amiable. However, the atmosphere of the entire hall was extremely strange and gloomy.

"Senior Brother Shan, you are the oldest of all the pastors, and your qualifications are not inferior to that of old age. The lord of Huashan was on crutches with both hands, trembling. His hands were as thin as wood, and his skin was stained with age spots. It should be that the force is too strong, and the hand joints are white, which is in stark contrast to the age spots.

"Senior Sister Hua, you are too humble. Pastor Shan sighed lightly, with white hair and old face, and a neat appearance. His temperament was different from that of other old priests, and from beginning to end, he sat upright and did not smile.

"Back then, you and I were in our prime, and we were full of spirit. They have caused a lot of trouble to the master, but they are also living freely, not like now. The years have passed, and I suddenly look back, you and I are old. Sister Hua, sometimes, I always wonder if it's time for us to let go. ”

"The master once said, you are like a golden hand. It is said that the famous teacher is a high apprentice, and I wish Zhishan to name the people who want it, and more of them are from your hands. "Looking back on the frivolous years, it is inevitable to be sad. After all, the Lord of Huashan is a woman, her eyes are a little warm, and her voice trembles with her hands, "Tong Boyu's little guy has an unruly personality, and he has become tame in your hands." After your training, no one in the world knows. ”

"Senior Sister Hua, you and I are old. Pastor Shan knew what his senior sister's intentions were, "Over the years, I have become more and more powerless, but I don't have a successor. ”

"Dao Mu, his pastoral sense, needless to say, everyone has seen from the Duteng Bridge. Its pastoral endowment, not to mention, leads the magpie curtain to dance and build the black magpie king bridge, which can also be observed. Its pastoral knowledge, its character, and its character are even more ......" The Lord of Huashan muttered softly, his eyes swept over the elders, "If it weren't for the old man who made an oath back then, this sub-wheel would not be in your hands." ”

Speaking excitedly, the crutches trembled with the hands. Seeing his own junior brother, he really didn't like Daomu, and the lord of Huashan had to retreat and seek second.

As always, whatever the Lord of Flower Mountain likes, Pastor Shan doesn't like. But Pastor Fanshan likes it, but Lord Huashan doesn't like it. Non-senior sisters and brothers are hostile, and it is strange to say that the two have always gotten along well and have never blushed.

"Mountain Master, the old man is not as capable as you, let alone Pastor Shan. An old pastor beside Pastor Shan looked back at the Lord of Huashan, not afraid of the Lord of Huashan's eyes.

"Tong Boyu has a good character, but also from a loving and consummating family, and thinks twice about acting. Daomu is different, the young man was robbed by blood, he was born with a character, extremely perverse, and everything is based on personal likes and dislikes. If it is a fierce beast, it cannot be surrendered, controlled, or provoked. ”

"Pastor Fan, your Fan family, ancient and modern, has been based on taming. A little bit of strong secret art in the herding, and Muxing Mountain is also unobtainable. How can you be afraid of a small injured beast?" Lord Huashan was displeased, but he didn't say anything, his face did not change, and his tone remained unchanged.

It doesn't matter which old pastor Daomu worships, she only hopes that Daomu can enter the Weaving Heaven Mansion first, and then she will take care of it accordingly.

"Old, old, the Fan family is not as brilliant as it was back then. There is only a group of undead old monsters, and a group of unscrupulous descendants. Pastor Fan raised his hand in grief, slapped his thigh, and wrote his grief all over his face, so he had to hide his face and cry bitterly. "My Fan family doesn't have a grandson, I'm just afraid of ending up in Muxing Mountain. ”

"Alas......"

Pastor Fan's words resonated with some old pastors and sighed. More old priests avoided the gaze of the Lord of Huashan, or closed their eyes to recuperate, or sat with tea and sitting. The weird atmosphere is a little more sad and a little more playful.

"The Mo family's power is so big that it can influence me to weave the Heavenly Mansion?" The Huashan Lord clenched his cane with both hands, and there was a slight click. As the head of the Weaving Mansion, how could she not know that the Mo family was secretly moving.

Da, the crutches knocked on the ground, and the water rippled, causing the elders to tremble, and their eyes turned to the lord of Huashan. is either confused, or profound, or watching a play, that is, he does not answer the words of the master of Huashan.

"Today, whether to accept or not to receive, you must give the old body a clear answer!"

The aura of tyranny spread from the Lord of Huashan, and if Daqing Mountain blessed his body, it would make the elders breathe poorly. The breath is thick and solid like water, and the whole hall is frozen like that, and it feels difficult to move.

The eyes of the Huashan Lord swept over every old man, how could they have the slightest fear, or indifferent, or smiling, all of them said "don't accept it" to the Huashan Lord. The heart of the Lord of Huashan sank to the bottom of the sea, his face was blue and ugly, and his heart was angry, "Could it be that a good seedling is just given to people like this?"

For Daomu, what does the lord of Huashan think and like. Not only because he disregarded his own life to save his two beloved disciples, but also because Daomu himself was a half-exposed piece of jade.

Alas, a helpless lament. The Lord of Huashan trembled like chaff, his body was suddenly hollowed out, and he sat in his position, "He is a good boy." It shouldn't end like this......"

Elders, you look at me, I look at you, my eyes are flowing, but I am silent.

The atmosphere of the hall fell into strange embarrassment again.

"Senior Sister Hua. ”

"Daomu, I'll take it. ”

The sound is like a fairy sword, attacking with the momentum of splitting the sky and slashing the earth. The strange atmosphere of the hall was also extinguished in an instant.

The Lord of Huashan looked up, only to see the void in the distance, and a figure walked leisurely, like a simple and unpretentious sword. He is distinct, he is over the age of old, he still has a childish face, his body is hard and strong, as straight as a sword, and he is majestic.

"Little junior brother?!"

Lord Huashan and Pastor Shan, the two of them suddenly got up and spoke in unison.

The Lord of Huashan smiled, smiling like a sunflower, and Pastor Shan's brows were slightly furrowed, and his astonishment was revealed.

......

Elite Pavilion.

Dao Mu, Cowherd, Hou Dazhuang, the three of them have a lot of hearts, the wine and food are fragrant, and the beauties are in the past, but they can't attract the attention of the three of them, and they step into Jiazilou silently.

All the way upstairs, many people pointed fingers at Dao Mu, and bluntly said that they had determined that Dao Mu had fallen off the list.

"Isn't there still a talent to try?" Dao Mu's eyes swept over those malicious gazes, he was very confident in the innate Dao body, "How do they know that I am determined to fall off the list?" Dao Mu's eyes finally fixed on the waitress, who was the waitress who opened the death match for him last time.

"Childe, the yellow list has been released, and more than 1,000 new people are recruited this time. Leaving the son alone, it is classified as to be determined. The waitress spoke in a respectful tone, bowing slightly, a little uneven and indignant, "According to the previous practice, those who are to be determined are the last. Childe is in second place on the gold list, and it is rare to be determined. Everyone said that Gongzi had fallen off the list, which was jealousy. ”

"To be determined...... Dao Mu was stunned, his bloody eyes burning, "The Mo family's tentacles are already so thick and deep. I'm afraid that in the future, Zhitianfu will also be like Yijianmen, and it will become a hall of words for the Mo family. "I have my own talent, I know my own knowledge. In each test, he is a leader. It stands to reason that everyone should be fighting for it.

"Huh!" one person sneered, "My Mo family is a wealthy family, no matter how you talk about it, you are also decent." Kill your red dog without spending so much money. Not to mention, one by one, the Weaving Heavenly Mansion, the respected priests, just to suppress you. ”

"Where did you come from, you really look up to yourself. The other chimed in with a mock.

Dao Mu followed the prestige, but it was Mo Lin, at this moment Mo Lin was in high spirits, he was a little blessed, and his face was a little rounder. Daomu Mo Lin, the two looked at each other, Dao Mu was indifferent, Mo Lin smiled, and the tip of the needle was on Mai Mang.

"Go upstairs. Dao Mu Fu smiled and took the lead to climb the stairs, "Let's go, I'm hungry." "Seeing the posture of the Cowherd and Hou Dazhuang, they are about to fight.

After all, they are very human, and Cowherd and Hou Dazhuang keep up with the footsteps.

"Hehe......" Mo Lin raised a glass of jade dew, drank it all, and looked at the crowd around him. "What am I talking about?"

"Brother Lin, why doesn't this red dog open his mouth to bite us?" stood up at the door of Mo's house beside him, and respectfully poured Mo Lin full of wine.

"Hmph!" Morin snorted coldly, and his face instantly became hideous. "In our eyes, people are mad dogs. In the eyes of others, we are not mad dogs. ”

Bang, speaking of excitement, Morin's hand clenched the glass into powder, fearless stinging, blood dripping from his fingers. A smell of blood permeated the surroundings along with the aroma of wine. "He's something, that lonely look makes me sick. ”

"Brother Lin, why bother with a dog. A member of the Mo family stepped forward, grabbed Mo Lin's injured hand, and sprinkled white powder on the wound. After a few breaths, the wound healed as before. "Brother Lin, this is not like your usual you. ”

"If you see Mo Mo's death, I'm afraid it's the same as me. Morin glared at each other angrily, withdrew his hand, and everyone, "Everyone is their own person, and I don't nest it." After Mo Mo's death, he didn't see any movement from the Mo brothers and the three brothers.

On the contrary, Brother Mo Dan and Uncle Mo Zengcheng ignored the laws of Weaving Heaven and wanted to avenge Mo Mo. "The hands are clenched, clicking, the bones and joints are white, and the nails are deep in the palms. "But this son, life is hard!" gritted his teeth, quite sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

"Brother Lin, this son has fallen off the list, and he will be out of Cattle City. If we want to kill him, it's not as simple as playing dead an ant. There was a person opposite Mo Lin, who was casually scheming and strategizing while delivering food.

"At the beginning, Mo Mo thought the same way as you. Morin suddenly became a deflated ball, his body was hollowed out, and he slumped in his chair, "He, it's not something I can provoke." I can only pin my hope on Brother Mo Dan, as well as the three brothers Mo Yi. The tone was weak and full of despair.

"What about Mobai?"

"Heh, Mo Bai ......"

Weaving Heaven Mansion.

However, the signboard the size of the façade gathered more than 10,000 people, one circle after another, and the water could not be passed.

"It's really strange to weave Tianfu, in the past, I paid more attention to the talent test than anyone else, but now it is directly canceled. ”

"People like Dao Mu are not worthy of worshipping in the Weaving Heaven Mansion. ”

"An executioner butcher wants to abandon his sword and follow the herd, why not put down the butcher's knife and escape into the empty door?"

“......”

Every word you say to me, what are you talking about, it's more noisy than a magpie curtain. Many people, you pushed me, red eyes and thick neck, almost moved.

Suddenly, the yellow list shimmered with golden light, shining brightly, attracting others and paying attention.

"Dao Mu, Zhifu, Mu Jian Mountain disciple. ”