"When, when, when."

The huge main peak bell rang, and the sect competition finally kicked off.

Qinglian Peak stands majestically, flying horizontally, and the momentum is extraordinary. Ancient pine forests, lush greenery, dense palace pavilions are located in it.

The main hall square, which is enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people, is neatly placed in two rows of sixteen copper tripods, burning incense, and has a solemn and grand atmosphere.

Colorful flags fluttering and crowded. The cliff stone steps around Qinglian Peak, people continue to climb the steps and walk quickly to the middle of the square. There are also a few people who fly in the sky, and they are all elders-level figures of each peak.

Wu Jianming and Han Sanshi looked serious, slowly walked out of the main hall, and glanced at the three disciples who were already waiting in the practice square.

The two of them each sacrificed a spirit sword, which was two of those low-grade spirit swords that Wu Ming brought back before. The Dark Iron Sword, the top-grade magic weapon they had used before, was generously given to the three disciples.

They took one step and stood firmly on the spirit sword, with a faint nouveau riche smug look on their faces, and the shotguns were changed, somewhat raising their eyebrows.

Wu Jianming stretched out his hand and pulled Wu Ming behind him, while Han Sanshi took the senior brother and the second senior brother to control the spirit sword and fly towards Qinglian Peak.

Wu Ming flew with his sword for the first time, nervously grabbing his master's sleeve. The clouds and mist are blowing in the face, as if shuttling through a fairyland. A distance of several miles, in the blink of an eye, he flew to the gate of Qinglian Peak.

The two of them took the spirit sword and walked to the review stand on the Qinglian Hall. Wu Ming and the three of them went to the square to gather on their own. The review table was already full of peak masters and elders of each peak. Two vacant positions were left for Wu Jianming and Han Sanshi.

Yufeng Elder Zhu Xiaolan glanced at Han Sanshi and asked quietly, "Senior Brother Han has gained a chance?" That one just now was a low-grade earth-level spirit sword, right? ”

Han Sanshi smiled, nodded, hehehe, and did not answer positively.

Of the more than twenty elders, only a few of them had weapons of low-grade earth-level spiritual weapons, and many of them had already begun to blush, muttering in a low voice: "This cold drunkard has bumped into shit luck and got such a spiritual sword." ”

You must know that the low-grade earth-level spiritual weapon is already a rare magic weapon among the monks of the South China Sea Kingdom, which naturally makes some people blush.

In the front row of the review platform, there were Bai Jianfeng, the head of Qinglian Peak, Dong Fengqing, the master of Yufeng Peak, and Ding Chunxiang, the master of Meifeng Peak, all three of whom had their own spiritual weapons, and they turned a blind eye to Wu Jianming and the two of them coming with the spirit sword.

On the square, the four peaks are divided into four phalanxes, the largest number of people is Qinglian Peak, the head of the Luofu Sect is concurrently served by Bai Jianfeng, the peak master of Qinglian Peak, and the resources obtained are naturally the most, there are more than two hundred disciples participating in this competition, most of them are male disciples.

followed by Mei Feng, with more than 150 disciples. The male and female disciples are relatively equal.

Behind Yufeng, there are more than 120 people, basically all of whom are female disciples, which is related to Yufeng's water system cultivation method.

There are only three people in Baiyun Peak, which looks very cold.

Seeing that there were only three people standing in Baiyun Peak, many of the disciples of the other three peaks exchanged heads and ears.

"Shouldn't Baiyun Peak be two of them? Why do you have an extra disciple?"

"The three of Baiyun Peak are simply merged into our Qinglian Peak, haha."

"After Wu Yingying, a big beauty, got married, there is nothing in Baiyun Peak that is worth taking a look at anymore!"

"What about that ugly monster in Baiyun Peak? When did you have a handsome disciple? "This is said by a bold female disciple.

"That ugly monster can't cultivate, so naturally he can't participate in the sect competition. He doesn't come out to be scary, but he is quite self-aware. ”

"It is estimated that Baiyun Peak is another round of tours, haha."

"This Baiyun Peak is not as good as one session, I think it will simply be merged into other peaks, there is no need to waste the resources of the sect." A snarky voice said.

Wu Ming was ridiculed from childhood to adulthood because of his appearance, and was ostracized everywhere. Hearing these people say the words ugly, my heart will tingle somewhat.

Although he regained his handsome appearance, he still minded hearing these three words. He silently remembered these faces, and the fist in his sleeve clenched tighter and tighter.

Chen Jian glanced at Du Qing, the senior disciple of Yufeng on his right, his eyes lit up, and he arched his hand and said, "Senior Sister Du Qing, what a coincidence, we met again." ”

Du Qingren is as his name suggests, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a cyan suit, and a pair of straight long legs. She didn't squint, and mumbled, in response.

Chen Jian was not angry, and occasionally peeked at the long legs of the two people. Wu Ming saw that the senior brother should be interested in Du Qing, looking at this situation, I am afraid that the falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless.

"Such a bad pick-up line, it looks like someone wants to eat swan meat, haha." A thin and somewhat gloomy Qinglian Peak disciple teased, on the left side of Baiyun Peak is the Qinglian Peak phalanx.

"Baiyun Peak has a good-looking junior brother, so I don't know if I can cultivate or not." A senior sister of Yufeng teased.

"Senior sister, will you help me ask him what his name is later?" A shy female disciple whispered in her voice.

Suddenly, the female disciples in Yufeng laughed crookedly, giggling and laughing. attracted many male disciples to look over.

Mei Feng's Fang Fei, dressed in a yellow flowing fairy skirt, has an extraordinary temperament, attracting the attention of countless male disciples. She has become famous in the past two years, making rapid progress, and is faintly the rising star of Meifeng.

She glanced sideways, Hao Zilang, who was standing at the front of Qinglian Peak, this person had firm eyes, thin lips, and a little handsome, but he was ruthless to the end, and he refused to be thousands of miles away.

In the last sect competition, she only refined the sixth layer of the Qi Realm, and lost to Hao Zilang by one move, and now she has been haunted by her heart. She secretly swore that this time the sect competition must defeat the other party and win the championship of this sect competition.

Behind Hao Zilang stood the genius Hong Zhen who had emerged in the last two years. There was always a hint of a smile on the corner of this person's mouth, and his eyes were slightly squinted, occasionally leaking a cold light. At first glance, it's not a simple character.

Han Qianxue of Yufeng looked at Wu Ming with interest, and guessed gossipily: "I haven't heard that Baiyun Peak is recruiting newcomers, could this handsome junior brother be an ugly monster Wu Ming?" However, there is news that he disappeared for a few years after Yingying's wedding, could it be that he took some elixir to restore the appearance of a handsome guy? ”

Wu Ming felt his gaze and glanced back at the other party. I saw that the woman had apricot eyes, a small cherry mouth, long hair, and a red flying fairy skirt, which looked quite beautiful, but her eyes were slightly frivolous.

Wu Ming's expression was immovable, his heart was like ice, because of his appearance over the years, he was used to cold words, all kinds of strange eyes, and there was a rejection of women in his heart, which was a natural sense of protection.

"Hey, you're Wu Ming?" Han Qianxue was very confident in her charm and took the initiative to speak out.

Wu Ming turned his head to look at Han Qianxue, and when his senior sister asked, he had to nod in response.

"It's really you! How handsome! Doesn't it mean that you can't cultivate? I am Yingying's best friend Han Qianxue. ”

Wu Ming was helpless, so he had to greet lightly: "I've seen Senior Sister Han." ”

"Well, little brother Wu Ming, if you meet senior sister in the competition, we will fight for three hundred rounds, so that you can lose decently." Han Qianxue blinked her watery apricot blossom eyes and said teasingly.

Wu Ming's heart had a thousand knots, so he simply didn't reply to her, and looked coldly ahead.

Han Qianxue couldn't help but be a little annoyed when she saw Wu Ming ignoring her, and secretly decided to give this cold wood a little color to see: "I don't want to see the old lady like this, how many senior brothers give gifts every day, and I don't pay attention to the cold and warmth." Don't be ashamed of your face, and kick your nose in your face! ”

After Wu Yingying, a childhood sweetheart, got married, Wu Ming no longer had hope for his children's private affairs, his appearance was ugly, no one cared about him, and he simply closed his heart.

He doesn't plan to waste time on his children's personal affairs, becoming strong is the first priority. In this world of cultivation, strength is king, and fate must be firmly in your own hands.

Han Qianxue obviously belongs to the kind of person who has outstanding appearance and sullen heart. On weekdays, I have heard a lot of all kinds of compliments and compliments, I have seen a lot of flies and bees rushing to please her, and when I met a man who ignored him, the vanity in my heart was troubled, and I had a trace of interest in Wu Ming.

On the review stand, Bai Jianfeng, the head of the sect, began a long speech, telling the glorious history and legendary figures of the three-star sect that was once a small number of Luofu sects.

Wu Ming unexpectedly heard Zhu Jiuli's name, the most dazzling legend of the Yuan Infant Realm in the history of Luofu Sect, will definitely be written and praised by the great book.

Bai Jianfeng's eyebrows fluttered, his mouth foamed, and he spoke for two hours, and finally encouraged the disciples, and solemnly announced the official start of the sect competition.