Not only were the hearts of everyone on the top of the mountain roaring, but even among the eleven disciples standing in the air, there were many people whose eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy and hatred. 『』|

Especially Dugujue, Tantai Tianshu, Tantai Tianyang, Dugusheng, Dugu Ao and others involuntarily turned their heads to look at the sky, their eyes flashed fiercely, they couldn't wait, there was nothing in the sky, they couldn't wait, the black boy they hated very much, died in the sky, turned into ashes, and was blown away by the mountain wind.

And the free city, Bai Wushuang and Sima Lingxi looked at the sky with an interesting face.

"Sister, you said that guy can't climb to the top of the sky, he can't get down. Bai Wushuang saw that there was a trace of worry in his expression, and immediately stabbed his head.

"You girl, people helped you, you don't say thank you, you're still cursing people here. After glancing at Bai Wushuang, a smile appeared on his face and said.

"Good sister, don't worry, that kid is a pit stone, and his life is very hard. Bai Wushuang continued to stab.

Xiaoyao Allure deliberately pretended to have a sinking face, and glared at Bai Wushuang fiercely, the latter saw that Xiaoyao Allure was really unhappy, so he immediately stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to speak anymore.

Just as the two were talking, Sima Lingxi looked at the blue light spots in the sky, and there was a complicated look in her eyes, for some reason, she always felt that Murong Bai had her familiar aura.

After the last tea tasting and martial arts meeting, Sima Lingxi had carefully recalled, and then she really couldn't remember that she had seen Murong Bai there, but if she hadn't seen it, the breath she was very familiar with came out unconsciously every time she saw Murong Bai.

Yang Cong, who was beside Sima Lingxi, saw a slight abnormality on Sima Lingxi's face, and immediately said, "Lingxi, what's wrong with you, are you not feeling well?"

"Oh, it's nothing!" Sima Lingxi didn't look at Yang Cong, and responded coldly.

At this moment, a blue point of light suddenly appeared a hundred feet in the sky, and as soon as this blue point of light appeared, it galloped towards the bottom at an astonishing speed.

Maybe it was too far away, but after a few breaths, the blue light was still at the end of everyone's sight.

Not long after, everyone on the top of the mountain, including a group of loose cultivators at the foot of the mountain, saw a blue figure in the sky, swooping down.

What Murong Bai didn't know was that because of his sudden appearance, it had already caused a silent uproar.

Not only the people on the top of the mountain, but even Han Qingqing at the foot of the mountain, Han Shan and Hu Zhouren suddenly jumped up and down the moment they found Murong Bai's figure, the joy was indescribable, and even more, while Han Qingqing jumped up happily, there were two tears in his eyes.

"Look! A figure rushed down. A sharp-eyed cultivator at the foot of the mountain suddenly pointed to the sky and exclaimed.

"That's Yi Cheng's figure, it's Yi Cheng, haha, I just said, he will definitely make a long face for us, you still don't believe it. There was a loose cultivator who knew Murong Bai, and after seeing clearly that it was Murong Bai's figure, he immediately burst out laughing.

"Ma, the guy who said Yi Cheng died just now didn't catch him, otherwise, hum, I have to swallow him alive, haha!"

"Scattered cultivation of Yicheng, cattle ratio, scattered cultivation of Yicheng is mighty!"

"Scattered cultivation Yicheng, Niu Bi! mighty!"

With the cheers of the scattered cultivators, the owner of the shop, who was attached to the Dugu family, suddenly drooped his head like a frosted eggplant, completely losing the arrogant appearance just now.

And the shallot next to Old Man Zhang didn't react at first, because many scattered cultivators called the figure galloping down from the sky called Scattered Cultivation Yicheng.

Yang Onion thought that Yi Cheng was not a disciple of the Xiaoyao family, but after a while, he heard that Yi Cheng was originally a casual cultivator, but now he has joined the Xiaoyao family.

The shallot head was immediately dizzy with joy, oh rub, my old Yang head also has a day to turn over, grass, make a sales plan at noon today, no, go back and make it now.

Thinking of this, Yang Shallot ran to Lingwu City with an excited face, and when he passed by Lao Zhangtou's side, Yang Onion twisted his neck, snorted coldly at Lao Zhangtou, and ran to the city.

The shallot head had just left, and the sound of the mountain at the foot of the mountain was rising higher and higher.

Wow!

A storm of sound, from the foot of the mountain, swept in all directions in an instant, even the martial artists in Lingwu City heard it, and those scattered cultivators who knew Murong Bai immediately cheered in the city.

For a while, Murong Bai's limelight suddenly pushed to the highest peak of the entire Lingwu City.

On the contrary to the foot of the mountain, on the top of the mountain, there was no sound at this time, and there were only those hateful eyes, as if the blue figure galloping down had dug their ancestral graves, making them so resentful and gnashing their teeth.

However, what should come will come after all, and after half a cup of tea, Murong Bai has already descended directly above Dugujue.

Dugu Jue's face was gloomy immediately, and in his eyes, an extremely fierce color flashed in an instant, but the sad thing is that he can only do this, and he does not dare to have any excesses, because the old man in the Taoist robe is here, even Dugu Batian does not dare to have the slightest outrageous behavior.

After the old man in the Dao robe glanced at Murong Bai deeply, with a wave of his robe sleeves, a cyan circular aura light wave galloped out, holding Murong Bai firmly in the air.

Murong Bai felt as if he had stepped on the ground under his feet, and after his body stabilized, he immediately glanced downward, and the corners of Murong Bai's mouth immediately curled slightly.

"Hehe, the feeling of standing above everyone's heads is really amazing!" At this moment, Murong Bai actually had a feeling of dominating the world and overlooking all things.

As soon as this action was made, a group of scattered cultivators at the foot of the mountain suddenly seemed to go crazy, and the name of Yicheng was called by the mountain.

Murong Bai was immediately a little stunned, I wiped it, Lao Tzu's prestige in Lingwu City turned out to be so high.

The bastard immediately pouted, hum, hold your kid to the sky, and then fall down, see if you are still screaming.

The old man in the Taoist robe didn't care about the call at the foot of the mountain at all, and with a wave of his robe sleeves, he took back the cyan round void mirror.

"Very good, among the forty-eight disciples, only you have succeeded in breaking through, which is also commendable, but in the future, you must not relax in the slightest, because there are still greater challenges waiting for you. The old man in the Taoist robe looked at the twelve disciples and nodded, and said with satisfaction.

"Thank you Envoy for your encouragement!" The twelve disciples, except for Murong Bai pretending, all saluted respectfully to the old man in the Taoist robe.

"Let you rank in the air, there is also another purpose, and then the poor road will issue a token to enter the void hole, there are two kinds of tokens, one is the golden dragon token, this token can only be obtained by the disciples who climb to a hundred zhang, and the other disciples are the green dragon token, as for the difference between the two tokens, you will naturally know at that time. ”

"Okay, Poor Dao won't say much, let's start distributing, remember, this token not only allows you to easily enter the Void Cave, but also helps you save the seed, if one of the twelve disciples does not obtain the seed, or unfortunately falls into the Void Hole, then the qualification for the Battle of the Four Cities will be cancelled immediately, and it cannot be replaced. ”

As the old man in the Dao robe spoke, his wrist flipped over, and then he threw it, and in an instant, the golden and cyan rays of light floated in front of the twelve disciples respectively.

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