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The registration began, as Mo Yuntian had expected before, and it didn't come to him until the evening. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Yuntian, who was standing with sore heels, could only smile bitterly.

"Name, age, cultivation. ”

The three inner disciples in charge of the registration were the three inner disciples, and at this time, one of the inner disciples, who was wearing a black robe, was asking with his head down and his eyes not raised.

Mo Yuntian couldn't see his expression, but from the formulaic tone, he could also see that this senior brother was in a very irritable mood after a whole day of registration.

"Mo Yuntian, nineteen years old, in the early days of foundation building. Mo Yuntian replied as short as possible without omission.

"Yes. The senior brother nodded heartlessly, and the tip of the pen brushed on the white paper.

Twilight—

The senior brother's registered pen was stunned, and then snapped and snapped from it. On the register, the word "Zhuji" was only halfway written before it was blackened by a large ink blot.

"You've built the foundation!?" the senior brother exclaimed.

Don't blame him for making a fuss, it's really that Mo Yuntian's age is inevitably a little immature.

After seeing Mo Yuntian nodding in acknowledgement, the senior brother swept away his previous indifferent attitude, stood up enthusiastically, and shook hands with Mo Yuntian.

"Oh, junior brother, why didn't you say it earlier, it's true. Come on, come on, follow the brother to the inner hall, since the junior brother has already built the foundation, why don't you need to line up here, just go to the inner hall to register. ”

As he spoke, the senior brother took Mo Yuntian's hand and walked towards a temporary inner hall behind the ring.

Mo Yuntian's mind was still a little unturned, so he let his senior brother pull him and staggered along.

When he came to the door of the inner hall, Mo Yuntian looked up at the scorching sun, and suddenly smiled bitterly in his heart: "I still haven't been used to the survival of the strong." ”

"Senior brother, go in by yourself. As a brother, he is also responsible for the registration of other disciples, so he will go and get busy first. ”

"Thank you, brother. ”

The two separated, and Mo Yuntian cleaned up his mood before stepping into the inner hall.

As soon as he entered the door, Mo Yuntian felt that there were countless glances around him.

Mo Yuntian's gaze swept over the faces of the people around him one by one, and then calmly accepted the gaze and walked forward.

As he expected, most of the entire inner hall was occupied by the disciples of the Dragon Leaping Alliance and the Flying Eagle Pavilion. Occasionally, there are special people, but there are very few.

Along the way, Mo Yuntian seemed to have no intention, but in fact, he was secretly observing these people all the time. After all, in the near future, any one of them could become a formidable opponent for him.

The two major forces of the Dragon Leap Alliance and the Flying Eagle Pavilion are not to be mentioned. On Mo Yuntian's left-hand side, there was a young man wearing a big red wedding robe, who should be over thirty years old. His face was like a crown of jade, and his heroic posture was upright, but what caught Mo Yuntian's attention was his eyes.

A pair of deep black eyes that seem to have experienced vicissitudes and looked down on the mortal world. It was a kind of artistic conception that was difficult to describe in words, and the spirit of the whole person standing beside him seemed to be rendered by this artistic conception, and there was a sadness in his heart for no reason.

"Have you really seen through Hongchen?" When passing by this person's side, a smile appeared on the corner of Mo Yuntian's mouth, and his eyes stayed on this person's eye-catching red wedding robe for a moment, and then passed by him: "If you can put it down, why bother with such an outfit, is it remembrance or nostalgia?"

After this person, he bumped into a strong man with a height of two meters and a tiger's back.

If it weren't for Mo Yuntian's clear memory of the rules of the competition, the age limit for disciples is less than fifty years old, I am afraid that the first time he sees this strong man, he will only think that he is an old man. After all, the rugged beard is too eye-catching.

Middle-aged and old, this person's cultivation is not bad. At the mid-stage level of foundation building, even Mo Yuntian couldn't admit it.

Mo Yuntian took a slight step to the side and walked humbly with this disciple.

"Huh?"

But at this moment, in the corner to the east of Mo Yuntian, there was a light sound.

Mo Yuntian followed the prestige, and saw a disciple wearing a Taoist robe and holding a dust whisk in his hand, looking at him with interest.

Not only is this man dressed strangely, but even his appearance is ridiculous. The pointed beak is like an eagle's beak, and there are two goatees on the side of the mouth.

"Interesting. ”

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the two of them actually looked at each other for a second, and then spit out the same three words in their mouths at the same time.

In addition to these three people, some of the other disciples who were outside the Dragon Leap Alliance and the Flying Eagle Pavilion also had their own characteristics. Of course, most of them were still normal people, and they did not show a deliberate closeness or intentional alienation towards Mo Yuntian's appearance.

A corridor that was not long, and soon came to an end.

In front of Mo Yuntian were a total of five portals.

"This ......"

Mo Yuntian was dumbfounded, the five portals were exactly the same, and the ghost knew which portal led to registration.

"Haha...... Brother is lost, do you want to take you on a ride for your brother?"

Just when Mo Yuntian was in a dilemma, a burst of laughter suddenly sounded in his ears. It's just that no matter how you listen to this voice, it smells of schadenfreude.

Mo Yuntian turned his head and saw a young man dressed sloppily as if he was asking for a meal, walking over step by step. As he walked, a brass bell tied around his waist tinkled non-stop.

This person has a heavy sword on his back, and he looks like a thousand eight hundred pounds depending on the weight.

Along the way, this person turned a blind eye to the strange disgusting eyes around him, and still held his eyes, looking like the eldest of the heavens, the second of the earth, and the third of the old man.

Mo Yuntian suddenly had an urge to cry and laugh in his heart, and every person he met along the way who was worthy of his attention seemed to be very different.

"Then Senior Brother Lao will lead the way. "Mo Yuntian is still very kind.

It was a polite remark, but when the young man heard this, he immediately raised his feet: "I'll rub, why are you so real?" I'm just talking, and the ghost knows which of the five doors is exactly the same, which one leads to the place of registration. ”

Mo Yuntian: "......"

Rao is based on Mo Yuntian's cultivation, and at this moment, there is also an urge to punch this young man's face. Since you don't know, why are you here?

For the first time in someone's life, he was so angry that his face was full of black lines, but he couldn't get a sullen seizure.

Just then, a portal creaked open.

A man who looked like a steward stepped out of the portal.

"Now that the registration starts, the people I read can just report their age and cultivation. The steward said straight to the point.

After the words fell, he took out a thin notebook and read it aloud seriously.

"The wasteland. ”

"The disciple is here, the disciple is Chinese New Year's Eve one year old today, and he is a ...... cultivator"

"Where is there so much nonsense, just report your age and cultivation directly, and if you are verbose, get out of here. The steward glared, and there were really some high-ranking people whose majesty faintly emanated.

"Thirty-one years old, half-step foundation building. ”

"Hmph. The steward snorted coldly, and then took Sen Leng's gaze away from the disciple.

"Next, Feng San. ”

"Forty years old, the early stage of foundation building. ”

"Li Meng. ”

"Forty-two years old, the early stage of foundation building. ”

............

As the steward read more and more names, Mo Yuntian also had a preliminary understanding of these disciples in the main hall.

Just as he was thinking to himself, the steward suddenly read the name of the man with the back of the tiger.

"Thunder Leopard. ”

"Thirty-one years old, the middle stage of the foundation. ”

"Uh......"

Mo Yuntian's eyes widened, and he slowly looked at Lei Leopard incredulously. Not just him, but everyone else in the hall as well.

"I'm rubbing, thirty-one years old. I said, dude, you look like you're over 50, okay?"

"What are you looking for, looking for death?" Lei Leopard was furious when he saw that he was furious all over his body, and suddenly became angry. He slammed his fists into a low, muffled sound like a drum.

This shock was really effective, and coupled with his shocking size, many disciples hurriedly turned their eyes away.

"Hey...... I was shocked. But don't underestimate this kid just because he's a little anxious. I've seen it with my own eyes, this kid once tore a fiery wolf in half with his bare hands. In his ears, the unruly young man didn't know when he came over and said with a grin.

He said casually, but Mo Yuntian's pupils contracted.

The Flame Blue Wolf is a high-level demon beast that the monks in the early stage of foundation building can only hug their heads when they see it, and this thunder leopard can not only kill it, but also tear it with their bare hands. Sure enough, none of the people who can come here are good stubble.

"Huang Xuan. ”

"At the age of thirty, he cultivated in the later stage of foundation building. ”

When Mo Yuntian was shocked by the ferocity of Lei Leopard, the person in charge happened to read the name of the young man next to him.

After a question and answer, the audience seemed to suddenly be quiet.

Mo Yuntian was also shocked in his heart, and then re-examined Huang Xuan, who was standing beside him with a smile and a little obscene.

In the later stage of foundation building, among the disciples present, there were absolutely very few.

But then, Mo Yuntian quickly shifted his gaze away, and pouted disapprovingly. He was speechless to find that when he looked at Huang Xuan, this thing actually threw a wink at him, a fucked virtue that he felt good about.

Mo Yuntian was speechless, it seemed that this was also the expression that appeared the most times on his face since he met Huang Xuan.

"Junqing!"

"At the age of thirty-three, he cultivated in the later stage of foundation building. This time it was the young man in the big red robe who answered.

"Fang Rong. ”

"Thirty-five years old, in the middle of foundation building. This god-like voice obviously came from the mouth of the fake Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe with two goatees.

............

In the inner sanctum, the number of disciples named was twenty out of thirty. Among them, the vast majority of them were in the early stage of foundation building, with a total of eight people in the middle stage of foundation building and a total of three people in the late stage of foundation building. This is the whole lineup, and it is also a lineup that makes Mo Yuntian feel a lot of pressure.

After signing up, Mo Yuntian left the inner hall alone after saying hello to Huang Xuan.

Doorway.

A guy who looked obscene like a monkey saw Mo Yuntian coming out at first sight, and then he sneakily ran into the crowd. After a while, three or five people followed him towards Mo Yuntian.

"You are Mo Yuntian, the guy who injured the waste brothers of the Shi family?"

The person who spoke was a disciple who was slightly chubby and was regarded as the leader of his subordinates.

He walked up to Mo Yuntian and stopped him. Although the movements were a little aggressive, this disciple always had a smile on his face, and two rows of white teeth gave people a sense of yin.

Mo Yuntian paused, looked at this group of people with bad intentions, and his face slowly became indifferent: "It's me, you are the people of the Dragon Leaping League, right?" Mo Yuntian asked, but he faintly guessed in his heart that the disciple who stopped him in front of him, judging from his cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, must also be a pivotal figure in the Dragon Leaping Alliance.

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