Three days later, Nan Tuotian held a son-in-law selection ceremony as scheduled, and Nangui Yu saw that Zhuang Baoshan was selected, swept away the sadness of the past, and secretly watched the ceremony with a happy mood. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the end, Zhuang Baoshan and Cha Jianting were selected, and Nangui Yu was even more excited, and she didn't understand why she was so excited, because her feelings for Zhuang Baoshan had never been determined, and she didn't know whether she was in love or appreciation.

Yan Lan knew that this was the result, and looking at Nan Guiyu's happy appearance, he touched his forehead and said, "Hey, I'm a bit big as a matchmaker, it's really not so easy to get a black trip pavilion in a month." ”

During the three days, Yan Lan asked Hua Zuidie to pay attention to the movements of the Black Pavilion, but he didn't expect the Black Pavilion to be extremely quiet, and the people from the Fengqiong Sword Village came and went, and they didn't see how the Black Pavilion moved.

Yan Lan was a little puzzled, and continued to let Hua Zui Butterfly pay attention to the Black Pavilion.

Zang Rui Hall Fan Chengfeng and Dragon and Tiger Hall Jade Ru Long also sent a message, asking where Yan Lan was and if he needed some help. Yan Lan politely refused one by one, saying that it was not yet time to do nothing, and thanked them for their kindness.

In three days, the news of Hongqian Prison's retrieval of the sword forging furnace from the Fengqiong Sword Village spread like a storm within a radius of 30,000 miles.

The name Ye Lan was rumored like a pot, and in the end, somehow, it was really linked to Yan Lan, and many rumors said that Ye Lan was Yan Lan's pseudonym.

When Yan Lan heard this, he shook his head with a wry smile, he had to admire the power of rumors, and he could actually guess the fact that he was hiding his identity.

The business of Hongqian Prison has increased several times at once, and many clans have entrusted old accounts to Hongqian Prison. And the remuneration has been multiplied several times.

In Hongqian Prison, those who originally disliked Yan Lan. Due to the skyrocketing business, he earned more spirit stones. I feel more and more that Yan Lan is the god of wealth from heaven, and I have avoided Yan Lan to be respectful.

Nan Tuotian looked at the hot business, but he couldn't be happy, because Yan Lan was always involved in the Black Trip Pavilion, and Hongqian Prison definitely couldn't afford to provoke the Black Trip Pavilion.

Yan Lan naturally saw the clue, so he asked Cha Wen to write a notice and post it at the door of Hongqian Prison, stating that Ye Lan was not from Hongqian Prison and had nothing to do with Yan Lan.

Yan Lan found an elegant inn in Zifeng City to live in. The charge is not cheap, you need a superb human spirit stone a day, which is equivalent to the price of 10,000 steamed buns.

However, this little spirit stone is just a drizzle for Yan Lan, and he can afford to live for hundreds or thousands of years.

What Yan Lan values more is that staying in the inn has drawn a clear line with forces such as Hongqian Prison, so as not to affect others.

Yan Lan is a person who takes revenge and repays kindness, and he is also unwilling to affect others with unjustified disasters.

Three more days passed. Yan Lan sat by the window on the third floor of the inn, sipping fragrant tea while looking out the window.

The inn is large and faces the most prosperous street square on one side. On the other side is a quiet and lush forest, happy and quiet, all have something.

Yan Lan touched the teacup. smiled and said: "Hei Trip Pavilion is really calm, and he hasn't come to me for so long." Is there really some big plan in the making?"

The square outside the window is particularly lively. The Purple Peak City Laiyan Sect was recruiting disciples, so a test competition was held, and the venue of the event was on the square in front of this inn.

Yan Lan looked at those children who were a few years old and teenage, and couldn't help but think that she was like this at the beginning, fighting for a place and a glory.

For these teenagers, Yan Lan has a sense of sympathy for each other, although it is boring, he is also quite interested.

The area where Yan Lan is now is only a very small place in the eastern area of Zifeng City, and the Laiyan Sect belongs to a larger sect in this territory.

Because, there is an ancestor in the Laiyan Sect, who has cultivated to reach the stage of distraction.

The cultivation of the distraction period represents the qualification to touch the third realm, and looking at the entire Zifeng City, there are not many such powerhouses.

In today's recruitment competition, the ancestor of the Laiyan Sect personally sat in charge, and the three elders of the infant transformation period were also sitting cross-legged, which seemed to be extremely important.

Yan Lan could see that most of the participating disciples were Tianjiao of various family forces, Tianjiao participated, and the elders of the family came to observe in person, one was to cheer for their own children, and the other was to see the strength of the younger generation of other ethnic forces, and third, because Zifeng City was really comfortable, and they had nothing to do, and the recruitment competition could more or less make their mood fluctuate.

Yan Lan's spiritual sense was swept away, and most of the participating disciples were cultivators in the Juyuan period and even the Yuan Dan period, and they were indeed outstanding among their peers.

Those family elders are mostly cultivators in the Yuan Infant Stage or even the Infant Transformation Period, and they are also capable of turning the clouds and rain.

Among the dozens of elders, none of them were distracted.

After a while, Yan Lan saw that Nangui Yu actually pulled Zhuang Baoshan over to watch the game, while Cha Jian Ting followed from a distance, full of hatred and killing intent.

Yan Lan was extremely disliked by Cha Jian Ting's cold personality, no wonder Nan Guiyu was also a little disgusted with Cha Jian Ting, after all, few people would like a guy with a gloomy face and a ruthless trick all day long.

Yan Lan just watched it leisurely, he decided to wait for another three days, if there was no action in the Black Pavilion, he would go to the Black Pavilion in person. Regardless of whether he is successful as a matchmaker, and more importantly, if the matter of Hei Trip Pavilion is not resolved, he will be uneasy.

The recruitment competition is in full swing, and there are more and more people in the square square, and there are more than 10,000 people.

The preliminary competition is to eliminate those who are indiscriminate, so it will be held publicly, which can enhance the influence of the Lai Yan Sect and make more talented teenagers come to join.

Suddenly, the tea in Yanlan's cup shook slightly, and a drop of water splashed out and fell on the wooden table.

In the square outside the window, the hustle and bustle came to an abrupt end, and everyone looked up at the sky, even if some people had a very low cultivation, they could still feel the atmosphere instantly depressed.

Yan Lan stared: "This is the breath of a strong man, and the cultivator who comes is so strong, at least there is the peak of Sanyan distraction." In Wuzhou, there are such strong people. ”

The peak of Sanyan Distraction is one of the strongest monks that Yan Lan has encountered in Jingwuzhou. Of course, except for the moon worship spirit ape, except for the mysterious fog elder.

In the inn, there was a deathly tranquility, and the bodies of those monks trembled slightly, but there was an incomprehensible glow in their eyes.

They don't even know why they tremble or why they are afraid, but fear has infected their souls.

The Sect Master of the Laiyan Sect jumped up, and the hair on his body was blown by the nameless wind, and even when he opened his eyes, he had to exert his strong spiritual power.

"Who is Your Excellency, what enmity do you have with us, can you show up, and let the old man discuss with you!"

The voice of the sect leader of the Laiyan Sect was like a bell, and he said loudly.

Everyone didn't dare to move, and the cultivators who came were extremely strong, even if they fled in the wilderness, they couldn't escape from the palms of those who came out.

"The sound of a broken soul is the most beautiful hymn to a tyrant. Today, the praise will be sung all over the place, and it will be sung for you, hahaha......"

A frenzied voice swept in, unleashing bloody killing intent. (To be continued.) )