On top of a huge red shale, surrounded by several simple fences, the Tomb Shengchuan was dressed in blue, standing on it, and beside him stood several young men and women in purple.

These people are all disciples of one of the eight major sects, the Tomb of the God King.

The Tomb of the God King is located on the coast of the East China Sea, not far from the Lunyin Sea Pavilion, so it came quite early, and the leader is a handsome young man in Mai with a strange smile from time to time.

He has a lazy posture and peculiar dress, and even when he stands in the crowd, he has an expression that he has not woken up.

Behind him, he carried a bulging cloth bag, which seemed to contain some weight, and was shaped like a bow.

Suddenly, he approached the Tomb Saint Legend, and said with a slight smile: "Brother Tsukasa Shi, I don't know if you Lunyin Haige, are there any outstanding female disciples in this session......?"

"Hehe......"

Tsukasa Sheng rumored to say, and glanced back at him without the slightest expression: "Leng Gongzi of the Tomb of the God King, are you still afraid that there will be no woman, why do you need me to introduce you." ”

"That's not what I said......"

The young man in Mai still wanted to come up, but the mound Shengchuan was already in shape, and he floated directly to a fence, too lazy to pay attention to him.

The huge waves came, his clothes fluttered, but he never let half a drop of water splash on himself, this scene, many disciples of Lunyin Haige were amazed, even those disciples of the Divine King Mausoleum, their eyes also showed a lot of amazement and envy.

And then looked at the young man in Mai who was the leader, thinking of his previous obscene and obscene words, whether it was Lunyin Haige or a disciple of the Tomb of the God King, they all frowned, as if they wanted to stay away from him.

Seeing this, the smile in the eyes of the young man in Mai deepened, not as obscene as just now, but with a little more clarity.

He stared at the back of the Tomb Shengchuan, smiled, but didn't say anything, his expression changed, and he quickly changed back to that lazy and flamboyant expression.

......

Grandstand 3.

Lingli Ge's silver clothes fluttered, standing in front of the cliff, letting the huge waves under his feet kiss the soles of his shoes, his expression did not move, and he did not use his protective true qi to block the water waves, and let them warm his cheeks.

Next to him, stood a young man in a bloody coat.

This person has a sinister temperament, his face is full of indifference, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, and his eyes are gloomy staring at the water waves in the distance, as if he is in a silent state.

No one dared to come within three feet of him, even those disciples who were also dressed in blood-colored robes and buried in the Evil Mountain were all four or five feet away from him, and only one young man who looked very young and had a baby cheek, about sixteen or seventeen years old, stood closely behind him with a look of reverence.

"Lingli Song, haven't you started yet, I'm almost impatient!"

Suddenly, a big wave came, the young man in blood suddenly waved his hand, "bang", with a loud bang, a bloody palm flew out, and the huge wave was scattered in the air, but the young man in blood suddenly turned around and asked Ling Lige who was standing on the side.

"It's fast, it's fast, why bother with blood brother, the most beautiful scenery always needs to wait to get it. ”

Lingli Song is neither humble nor arrogant, and answers lightly.

"Hehe......"

The young man in blood smiled gloomily, but when he heard Ling Lige's answer, he didn't speak again, and his face still had that impatient expression.

......

Grandstand Five.

Tang Feixian was surrounded by more than a dozen disciples of Tiangong Mountain, however, there was one exception.

The man was dressed in a black robe, and almost all of his body was covered except for his face.

He had a strange sword behind him, his eyes slightly closed, and he just stood there, as if he were alone in another space.

Where he stood, the shadows seemed to be heavier than the others, and if you looked closely, you could even see countless ghosts dancing on it.

When the big wave hit him, there was still a distance of dozens of feet, and as if frightened, it dispersed automatically, like a frightened swimming fish.

Tang Feixian's gaze fell on the black-clothed young man, his face was also solemn, and he felt a piercing chill that hit her heart, although she was not afraid, but other ordinary disciples didn't even dare to look over there.

The young man ...... Tiangong Mountain, how did such a character come out?"

She muttered, as if asking herself and someone else.

However, no one could answer her.

......

Grandstand No. 6.

Zuo Shenjing looked at a person with a blank expression.

This person was dressed in blue, with a jade posture, holding a thirty-two fracture fan in his hand, and was looking at Zuo Shenjing with interest.

Behind him, there were several young women, all dressed in white veils, two of whom were the two girls who appeared in the Demon God Mountain Range before and later participated in the auction in Shura City.

- Mu Qilin, Li Qiqi.

"Brother Zuo, haven't you caught up with your fairy sister?"

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Zuo Shenjing was too lazy to take care of him, his hands were pillowed, and at some point, he actually conjured up a Jinlan cushion, he leaned back, and said lightly: "When, you're 'chasing the wind' and chasing the cold, and you are interested in taking care of other people's affairs?"

The young man in blue who was called "Chasing the Wind Boy" by Zuo Shenjing laughed and said: "Of course I don't care about other people's affairs, but I am interested in knowing a thing or two about Brother Zuo's affairs." Why, is there any ulterior secret in this?"

"Lean ......"

Zuo Shenjing gave him a rare middle finger, and behind him, the two white-gauze women covered their mouths and smiled, watching the two of them joking, and they couldn't support it.

......

Grandstand No. 7.

Grandstand 8.

On the No. 7 stand, Dang Xueyan stood there with a cold face, with an expression of not approaching people, and there was no consciousness at all.

On the other hand, the disciples of Fanyin Temple next to him didn't seem to have any intention of being introduced, so they sat there one by one, chanting Buddha on the spot, Amitabha.

There was only one person, strange, who had hair and a handsome face, but at this moment, his face was gray and weak, as if he had a serious illness.

If there was a person in Shura City that day, they would recognize that this person was the unlucky and handsome young man named "Xiao Jiyang" who was captured by the man in black who was a demonic god.

I don't know why, but at this time, I was let go again, but I appeared in this group of disciples in Fanyin Temple, and it seems that my status is not low.

......

As for the No. 8 stand, that is, the penultimate stand, the one who assumes the reception status is Yan Longhua, the sixth-ranked "six-fingered son" among the disciples of the Lunyin Haige Inner Sect.

He was thin, had a pure face, and the most peculiar of all, he had six fingers, so he was born with a good command of music.

One of the several legendary sound skills on the sixth layer of Lunyin Sea Pavilion, Dragon Yin Ba Yin, has not been learned for many years, but in his hands, it only took more than two months to understand it and perfect it.

Such a genius is usually admired by thousands of people, but at this moment, even he can't help but quietly stare at a woman in the crowd.

This woman, dressed in green clothes, has an ordinary appearance, however, standing there, she has a sense of beauty and pity, like a peerless flower, faint and open.

"She" is so beautiful, the beauty is not her appearance, but every breath, a look up, a frown, a raise of hands......

Even, even if you take a step, it is also a lotus step, like a lotus flower open, it is really beautiful, indescribably beautiful.

If you really want to describe it, there is only one word, this is a woman like "yarn", shrouded in a layer of fog, hazy, dreamy, and melted into the most beautiful desires in the minds of all men.

The first disciple of the Yin Dan Sect, "Luo Qi Su Hand" Wan Xuansha.

Her strength is not high, she is only in the middle of the mixed yuan, but standing in the middle of a group of Yin Dan Sect disciples, she stands out from the crowd, even those genius disciples of the Yin Dan Sect, looking into her eyes, are also looking up and obsessed.

This woman is so beautiful.

On the entire platform, there was only one other person, who didn't look at her, but this man was also a disciple of the Yin Dan Sect.

He was dressed in a green shirt, but this green shirt was washed a little white, and it looked very old.

He reclined on a rope that hung from two small trees on the edge of the cliff of the platform where Yanlonghua and the others were, swaying in the wind, and he didn't feel the danger in the slightest.

He stared blankly at the sky, with a wet weed in his mouth, not knowing what to think.

The bitter juice of the weeds dripped into his mouth, however, it was such an unruly young disciple, but he was the real leader of the Yin Dan Sect this time, except for Wan Xuansha.

Some people called him "the god of wind".

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