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Halfway up the mountain of the Sword Peak of the Yunlan Sect, there is a magnificent palace, which is simple and mysterious, exuding a vigorous atmosphere, this is the Sword Peak Palace, and it is also the place where the sect master of the Yunlan Sect and the first council of each peak. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As for the peak of Sword Peak, it was the place where the Supreme Elders of the Sect Master Realm of the past dynasties retreated, and even if they were the sect masters on weekdays, they could not climb to the top at will and disturb the Qing cultivation of the Supreme Elders.

There are seven futons in the Jianfeng Palace, representing the first seat of the Seven Peaks of Yunlan.

Of course, there was also a futon at the top, and no one was qualified to sit on it except for the Supreme Elder of the Yunlan Sect.

Rumble!

The huge gate of the palace opened suddenly, and in the white light, the flowers were dressed in a hundred flowers and feathers, out of the dust like a fairy, and slowly walked into the big point.

"Your face is really big, every time you are the last to arrive, deliberately delaying it for so long, hum!" A voice of dissatisfaction sounded in the hall.

It was Lin Zhanyuan who spoke, he was dressed in brocade, his face was as rigid as iron, and his eyes were very dissatisfied when he looked at Hua Langyi, obviously there was some contradiction between the two.

However, Sanbao Peak and Lingyun Peak have always been at odds, and as the head of the two peaks, their relationship is naturally not much better.

As for the heads of the other peaks, they all sat on the futon with their eyes and noses and noses, and did not say anything.

Hua Lanyi looked calm, walked lightly, as if stepping on some kind of law, and walked towards the futon belonging to the first seat of Sanbao Peak, ignoring Lin Zhanyuan at all.

"Humph!"

Lin Zhanyuan snorted coldly and didn't say anything more.

In the middle of the seven futons, there is a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe, with gray hair and eyebrows like sword peaks, sitting there like a monument through the ages, giving people a sense of calm majesty.

This person is Zhao Yan, the sect leader of the Yunlan Sect, a half-step sect master realm monk, known as the first person in the sect master realm.

This is not to say, I am afraid that there are not many monks of the same level in the martial country who are willing to face Zhao Yan.

More than ten years ago, the four elders of the Yunlan Sect fell one after another, and the final investigation found that it was the work of the six evil heavenly kings who were famous at that time.

At that time, the cultivation of the Six Demon Heavenly Kings was the lowest, and they all had the cultivation of the late stage of Chong Hades, and even the half-step Sect Master Realm had two people, and with the Six Demon Heavenly Kings' unique Six Demon Heavenly Array, even if they were against the real sect master cultivators, they all had the strength to fight.

However, it was such a terrifying six people who had been in the martial arts country for a hundred years, and finally Zhao Yan was blocked in front of the nest alone, and all six people were killed.

After the battle with the Six Demon Heavenly Kings, Zhao Yan was also seriously injured.

However, what made everyone unbelievable was that Zhao Yan, who was seriously injured, went all the way south, pulled out all the forces that were previously affiliated with the Yunlan Sect and later surrendered to the Six Evil Heavenly Kings, and pushed him sideways alone, which can be described as extremely domineering.

Since then, Zhao Yan's prestige has completely spread in the Martial Kingdom, and even some sect masters have to be afraid of him for three points, because he has refined the terrifying Dragon Devouring Fire.

Zhao Yan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the flower lane clothes sitting on the futon on the side, and after seeing the other party nodding, he said: "Since Senior Brother Hua has arrived, then the sect will roughly talk about this blood-colored trial." ”

Although he knew what the purpose of coming here was, when he heard the words "Blood Trial", the heads of the six peaks, including Hua Rongyi, all turned solemn.

"This blood-colored trial is different from the past, and there may be monks from the three states of heaven to participate, which is why this sect has summoned you here. Zhao Yan said in a deep voice.

What the?

An exclamation suddenly sounded in the main hall, except for the calm face of Hua Langyi, the other five peaks looked at Zhao Yan with shocked expressions.

There was a dead silence in the Sword Peak Palace, and when they came back to their senses, they seemed to have thought of something, and they all turned their eyes to look at Hua Rongyi with an indifferent face.

A few hours later, the heads of each peak walked out of the Sword Peak Palace, either thinking solemnly, or sneering and having other thoughts.

In front of the Sword Peak Palace, Sect Master Zhao Yan and Hua Rongyi stood side by side, looking at the retreat of the other five peaks, their lips moved from time to time, as if they were saying something.

In the end, the peach blossoms were scattered, and Hua Rongyi left abruptly, leaving Zhao Yan standing alone in front of Jianfeng Palace, with a solemn expression and a look of shock in his eyes, looking at the direction in which Hua Rongyi left.

Finally, Zhao Yanshen sighed, turned around and turned into a gray firelight, heading towards the top of the Sword Peak.

The first of each peak returned to their respective main peaks, and immediately gathered the elders to discuss the matter of the blood trial.

The next day, the news about the Scarlet Trial, as if with wings, spread completely in the Yunlan Sect, and all the spiritual cultivators of the main peaks enthusiastically signed up, hoping to get the quota of the Scarlet Trial.

Time is like flowing water, and it is half a month in a blink of an eye.

In the past half a month, Qin Ming has been cultivating in the cave mansion, and he has no idea what is happening in the outside world.

Whether it was the selection of the Qin family, or the attitude of Grandma Jin and Shi Chen and others, they all deeply stimulated him.

Strength is everything, if you don't have strong strength in the cultivation world, you will be a waste in the eyes of others, there is nothing else to worry about, and no one will care about those boring things.

Qin Ming had been locking himself up in the cave mansion for penance, although he had the heart to be proud of any genius in the Yunlan Sect, but he had to admit that as a five-spirit vein qualification, his cultivation speed was so slow that even he felt shameless.

For half a month, he absorbed the aura of heaven and earth day and night, and even the last more than 400 spirit stones in his storage bag were almost consumed by him, and his cultivation only improved a little.

Compared to the distance of the middle stage of the advanced induction, his little improvement was completely negligible.

Therefore, he also deeply understood why Shi Chen looked down on him so much in the Three Treasure Palace, and even the ** of the four spirit veins, from the early stage to the middle stage of the spirit induction, it took ten years.

Qualifications are innate, and they do play a great role in cultivation, whether he is willing to admit this or not, the truth is indeed so.

In this regard, Qin Ming also began to doubt his own life, and asked himself in his heart if he was really suitable for cultivation?

It's just that as soon as this idea came out, he was strangled in the cradle.

"No, I don't believe it, isn't it just a little bit higher than me, I'll make up for the congenital deficiency, I have an elixir, who am I afraid of!"

After speaking, Qin Ming patted the storage bag on his waist, and a Zhu Guo of about fifty years flew out, which was chewed and swallowed by him three times and five divided by two, and the rich medicinal power was refined and absorbed by him.

Although Zhu Guo had an effect, it still didn't have much effect, and Qin Ming, who didn't believe in evil, took out another fifty-year-old Yuanyang grass, threw it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it, and then continued to refine the medicinal power in his body.

Half an hour later, when the last wisp of Yuanyang Grass's medicinal power was refined and absorbed by him, Qin Ming opened his eyes in frustration.

"Master, I don't believe in this evil today!" Qin Ming was angry, and he didn't know when there was an extra jade box in his hand.

With a 'click' sound, the jade box was opened.

A snow-white ginseng as white as jade, held in Qin Ming's hand, was the five-hundred-year-old white jade snow ginseng.

After thinking about it again, Qin Ming still pulled out three roots first, threw them in his mouth, chewed them and swallowed them.

Suddenly, a tyrannical medicinal force dissolved in his abdomen, as if it was about to burst his whole body.

Qin Ming was shocked in his heart, and was just about to sit down cross-legged and refine the huge medicinal power in his abdomen.

Swish!

A white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, as fast as lightning, and swept away the white jade snow ginseng in his hand, and escaped directly out of the cave.

Looking at his empty hand, Qin Ming was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses......

"Bandits! Stop!!"

Qin Ming's whole person seemed to have eaten gunpowder, and the medicinal power in his abdomen exploded, and with the impact of the medicinal power, he simply turned into a crazy fierce tiger and rushed out of the cave directly.

The roar resounded throughout the entire Sanbao Peak, alarming almost all the monks of the Sanbao Peak.

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