Zhuang Bailiu arranged everything, then sat down with his eyes closed, and ignored everyone!

The three sects have sent their own high-level figures, and this battle will definitely not go on, as for the culprit Yang Dong Baili, he has been talking to the old woman of Cuilin Pavilion. That old woman really took a fancy to Yang Dong Baili and had to accept her as a disciple. Looking at Yang Dongbaili's embarrassed expression, it seems that it is not easy to refuse.

Zhang Xiaoshan was under the envious gaze of everyone around him, holding the wooden box in his hand. For these new disciples, Zhang Xiaoshan is valued by the middle and high-level of the sect, and as soon as he enters the door, he is a core disciple, this is a step forward! Zhang Xiaoshan did not have these thoughts, he wanted to open the wooden box several times in his heart, and check the contents of the contents, whether it was the "Divine Fire Hundred Alchemy", and this feeling of waiting for the mystery to be revealed was really uncomfortable.

Yang Dong Baili's voice sounded in Zhang Xiaoshan's mind, "Stinky boy, this old woman is really stubborn, I have no choice but to go to Cuilin Pavilion to play first, and we will still meet here in a month!"

"Okay, you should also be careful, there are some female monks in Cuilin Pavilion, you don't want to make too much trouble there!" Zhang Xiaoshan joked.

"It seems that I can only mess around!" Yang Dongbai Li said angrily: "It's you, after a month, you must wait for me here, and you must not go first, otherwise I will be caught in the future, and I will definitely let you know my methods!"

Zhang Xiaoshan hurriedly promised that he would never say goodbye, and would definitely wait for Yang Dong and Baili here! But he secretly smiled in his heart: I will wait for you? I'm afraid my brain is confused! You just want to teach me a lesson, and you have to be able to catch me, right? Shenzhou is so big, and I have the heart to avoid you, and if you want to find me, I'm afraid it's absolutely impossible!

Although Yang Dong Baili also had a hunch that Zhang Xiaoshan might not believe what he said, she had no other way, because the old woman who took the lead in Cuilin Pavilion had already understood that among the young people who entered the forest, there was not a single woman, and it was pointless for them to continue to wait here, so it was better to return to the mountain gate in Cangwu Mountain first.

The old woman nodded at the people and horses of the Hundred Refining Hall and the Hundred Soul Hall, and then took the more than a hundred people behind her to step on the cyan clouds and fly into the Cangwu Mountain......

In this way, more than an hour passed, and from the foot of the mountain not far away, more than a dozen teenagers covered in blood were fighting each other and running this way.

Eight teenagers, armed with various weapons, chased and killed the four people in front.

A black and thin young man had just kicked a young man in white behind him, but he accidentally stepped on a stone, and his body immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground. Before he could stand up, he was impaled by two young men with long swords behind him, spitting blood blisters in his mouth, lying on the ground, and the two teenagers immediately cut open the clothes of the thin black young man and turned out a token from it. The token was the Hundred Soul Temple's letter talisman.

Before the two teenagers had time to rejoice, the other people behind them rushed at the two of them frantically when they saw the token.

The three people at the front were about to return to the outside of the hotel, and according to the agreement just now, as long as they could reach here, they would be eligible to worship in the Bailing Hall or the Bailing Hall.

Zhuang Bailiu heard the sound of fighting not far away, opened his eyes, and said with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "How can it be so easy for a mortal body to worship the Xuanmen, let me help those people!" A burst of white mist erupted from his mouth, and this white mist carried a strong wind, which suddenly blew the three young men in front into the crowd behind him.

The fierce fight escalated again, and more than a dozen people were fiercely attacking each other.

Those who get the token need to protect their token and not be taken away by others, while those who don't have it need to seize this last chance to grab the token.

Zhang Xiaoshan looked at these young people who could sit together not long ago, drinking wine, talking about life ideals, and joking with each other casually, at this time, his eyes were all indifferent and murderous. Could it be that in order to be able to join the sect and enter the cultivation realm, do you need to sacrifice your originally kind and simple soul? In this way, even if you really enter the sect, you are destined to not be able to go far.

Is that really the case?

Zhang Xiaoshan looked around at the crowd around him, and found that except for Fu Ming, who had some strange looks like Fu Ming was the same as himself, the rest of the young people were all looking at jokes and watching the excitement, as if the killing in front of him was just an insignificant performance, a frolic for fun. Watching those young lives disappear, how do these people manage to be indifferent and laugh?

Zhang Xiaoshan didn't know if other sects also recruited disciples in this way, and this method only made him feel deeply disgusted.

Those young people had not practiced any exercises, but only knew some fighting methods in the world, so their fights were full of savage blood.

A tall, burly young man punched a young man in front of him, and before he could turn around, he was slashed by someone with a rusty long knife, and the internal organs in his abdomen were like flying flowers, throwing out of his inner abdomen......

Just now, there were still more than a dozen fresh lives, and in an instant, there were only four people left. These four people are like horns with each other, and they all have fishy blood flowing all over their bodies, some of them are their own, some are other people's!

There were several corpses scattered on the ground, and a young man in white still had a breath, lying on the ground with tears streaming down his face, shouting "Mother, Mother!" and so on five or six times, and the young man in white was finally silent.

Every young man is the treasure of his parents, these young people are full of hope for the future life, but in the end they die a senseless and tragic death, all of them have no names, their bodies will rot and turn into dirt, their dry bones will be taken away by wild dogs and jackals, and after their parents die, no one will remember them. They will be like a flying bubble, although they try to reach the highest point, but the end waiting for them is to disappear completely, leaving no mark between heaven and earth.

Maybe it was the mournful voice calling for their mother, maybe they couldn't help each other, maybe they were exhausted and couldn't fight, maybe it was just that the four of them already had tokens and there was no need to continue fighting, in short, the four of them stood up at the same time and walked back to the straw mat outside the hotel side by side.

Half a day ago, there was still a trace of youthful vitality and fantasy in the eyes of these four young people, but after half a day, there was only desire and killing in their eyes.

Maybe one day, they will complete their goals and achieve a leap in life, but what they have lost will never be able to be recovered!

Two young men showed their tokens, and the logo on them belonged to the Hundred Refining Hall, and the disciples of their own Hundred Refining Hall stepped forward to take back the two spirit runes, and placed the two young people in the crowd.

The remaining two youths entered the Hundred Refining Hall, and each family received two disciples. It seems that everyone is happy, but it reveals an even more terrible thing.

Zhang Xiaoshan deduced that maybe in the woods, there were only six tokens, which is why these desperate young people would fight so fiercely.

But none of these things had anything to do with him, he had already seen too many such unfair things.

Zhuang Bailiu stood up, took out a bronze token from his waist, and threw it into the air, a flash of light flashed, and the token turned into a huge mechanical dragon, with a length of about 100 zhang, and it was quite imposing between the flashes and movements. At the head of the dragon is an elaborate pavilion that can accommodate all the people.

Behind him were Zhu Ze and Zhang Xiaoshan, and the other disciples followed him to ascend the dragon.

The mechanical dragon twisted, took off, and quickly burrowed into the white mist on Cangwu Mountain.

At the moment when Zhang Xiaoshan entered the white mist, he felt an extremely rich aura rushing towards him, and he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

The white mist automatically dissipated, revealing the true face of Cangwu Mountain.

Nine huge mountain peaks are clustered and nestled, and between the mountains, pavilions and attics appear and disappear in the verdant forests and deep valleys.

There was a burst of light in the sky, and occasionally a monk flying with a magic weapon flew through the air at high speed.

Zhang Xiaoshan felt that at least twenty powerful spiritual senses swept through his body, these were the three powerful people hidden in the shadows, responsible for screening foreign entry into the mountain and defending Cangwu Mountain from being disturbed.

Four of the nine peaks are under the jurisdiction of the Bailing Palace, three are controlled by the Bailing Hall, and the remaining two are the territory of the Cuilin Pavilion, which also reflects the current strength of the three.

The three families will compete every 100 years, and redistribute the territory for the next 100 years according to the results of the duel. But in fact, the outcome of this duel has not changed for hundreds of years.

Cuilin Pavilion naturally doesn't need to say much, because only female disciples are recruited, the number of people is not dominant, and it is even more difficult to cultivate powerful people, fortunately, the basic exercises in the sect are extremely powerful, and relying on the help of the exercises during the duel, although they have never been able to strengthen themselves, they have not lost their own chassis.

And the Bailing Hall and the Bailian Hall were originally one sect, but because of the high-level people, there were problems in the distribution of rights, and there were entanglements, so they were divided into two sects.

And because of all kinds of interest problems, new hatred and old hatred together, the fight between each other is extremely fierce, not only in the duel once every hundred years, even in normal times, the disciples of the two families are not pleasing to each other, as long as they meet, they will fight, the high-level in the door not only does not restrain it, but encourages this kind of behavior. So the grudge between the two sides is already very deep!

The magic weapons of the disciples in the Hundred Refining Hall are sharper, and they can always rely on powerful magic weapons to gain an advantage in battles. And the Bailing Hall relies on a large number of powerful demon clan disciples to support it, this year is coming to an end, and after the duel, the power territory of the three parties is likely to undergo some changes.

Zhang Xiaoshan was taken directly to a towering mountain peak, where a magnificent hall was built, with glittering golden glazed tiles, reflecting the light of the sun, full of auspicious atmosphere.

There is a bluestone stone platform outside the main hall, and the stone platform is full of people at this time, and there are thousands of them!