The blessed land of green cliffs, which is like spring all year round, seems to enter the middle of summer in an instant after the morning bell rings here.

Fairies no longer blow clouds and rain frequently.

The medicine farmer who bent over the ground to loosen the soil temporarily put the season on hold

Regardless of whether the disciples and apprentices are starting or not, they all pay attention to the grand event that happens once in 20 years.

Noisy.

The crowd was louder than the cicadas.

In the past, people would only stop at the foot of the Shenqiao Cliff when the twilight drum sounded, and at this time there were crowds of excited people everywhere.

The stone pillar, which was once unattainable, was nothing more than a step in the eyes of cultivators who could fly to the sky and the earth.

On the steps, there is a white-haired old man in green clothes who is sitting at the desk and registering the basic information of the person who signed up for the competition on the warm white bamboo slips.

The white-haired old man's right hand, which he used to write, was very thin, with almost only a layer of dry old skin stuck to the bone.

The face is not smiling, and the lips are always downturned, which looks very majestic.

Once he frowned, his pupils were not cloudy, but deep, and there was a hideous smile.

He sat high on the preaching cliff and looked coldly at the world.

After talking about vertical, let's talk about horizontal.

With the stone pillar as the center, the crowd spontaneously lined up and postponed it back.

Nan Xiao stood in the middle of it.

The rewards for this year's martial arts performance are really rich, which makes many people excited.

Especially behind it, there is also the attention of the Feather God Dynasty.

Even Nan Xiao wants to fight hard.

After all, the blood feud is not yet over.

I don't know how long I waited, but people's enthusiasm was high, and the team increased instead of decreasing.

No matter how extraordinary Nan Xiao's appearance is, she can only squeeze in the crowd at this time.

For those who have a goal to cultivate immortals, whether it is long-term or short-term, most of them can stick to their hearts.

No matter how beautiful the skin is, it's just a skin.

Nan Xiao is happy to be idle.

As she waited, she closed her eyes and rested.

After stepping into the Divine Bridge, Nan Xiao has a deeper understanding of cultivation.

The "Tao Sutra", which can be crowned by the world as the strongest scroll of the Wheel Sea, even if it is only a fragment, the mysteries in it are far from comparable to the Ordinary Martial Arts Medicine Sutra

In the secret territory of the wheel sea, the water waves are stagnant, the wheel of life is nailed high in the air by ice picks, and the spring water is dark ice, paved with three steps.

Under the traction of Nan Xiao's spiritual power, the gilt hairpin and dagger slowly faded from their golden coat, revealing their original appearance.

The vessel of the bitter sea of the congratulatory sacrifice for a lifetime is only three long cyan wooden needles, each about four fingers.

It's a pity that the texture is very brittle, and I can't stand the cold of Nanxiao, so I turned into powder in an instant.

Nan Xiao had a bad premonition in her heart, but she couldn't do anything about it.

The golden dagger, as Liang Bo's second most powerful weapon, is itself a Shenqiao level, and the material is obsidian, which is brittle but strong, so it is not damaged, but after returning to the long sword, the edge is even stronger.

The long sword is about three feet long, the whole body is pitch black, the swallowtail is smooth, and both sides are open, but there is no blade in the grip.

Nan Xiao carefully gathered the sawdust and placed it in the gold liquid that had melted earlier.

Soon after, under Nan Xiao's control, the scabbard was formed.

So, put away the sword.

What Nan Xiao didn't expect was that the sword and the scabbard were directly integrated.

The original black sword body turned snow-white in an instant.

Even those gold turned into brilliant lines, and the snow-white sword was majestic because of it.

"Hum—"

On the bridge, there was a cheerful roar.

It seems that until this moment, the sword has a soul.

Originally, there was only a sharp Shenqiao weapon, which was a little more weighty.

Nan Xiao was a little happy, so she entered the Shenqiao and became a sharp weapon.

"Grandpa Dashan and Grandma Xiaoying, have you returned to your hometown? The flowers there must be beautiful. ”

"I miss you, I hope you are all well."

In the sea of wheels, Nan Xiao's mind looked at the whitening long sword, and he was even more determined in the future.

"Fish and water lovesickness, two butterflies dance in the flowers of their hometown, full of mountains and rivers.

"Leave me alone, empty thoughts."

"From now on, you will be called Sikong."

As soon as the thought fell, the long sword buzzed again.

The medicinal power stored in the flesh was further digested, and the Xuan Ice on the Divine Bridge melted slightly.

The waves rise and break the ice floes into frost and snow.

Frost and Snow were attracted by the wheel of life and submerged into the Xuan Ice Life Cone, making the foundation of the Divine Bridge Road thicker.

Only the bronze ring sank to the bottom of the sea of suffering, always silent.

When I opened my eyes again, there was a crowd of people under the preaching cliff.

Nan Xiao climbed the stairs.

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"Name."

The closer she got, Nan Xiao, who came back to her senses, heard a voice of vicissitudes.

Immediately afterwards, a female voice replied, "Cen Liuqing." ”

"Age." The voice was still old, and I couldn't hear the slightest emotion.

"Twenty-seven."

"Cultivation."

"Life—Lifespring." The girl hesitated, her voice getting weaker and weaker.

"Aoi Seven Ring."

With a flick of the old man's pen, a faint pale golden mark flew out from the bamboo slip and landed on Cen Liuqing's eyebrows.

The imprint takes shape instantly, with two small golden characters stretching longitudinally.

Some of the cultivators and medicine farmers who were watching from the side were shocked, and there were really many people with regretful expressions on their faces.

"Aoi Seven!"

"This girl is miserable, I heard that the martial arts ring is the word Kwai characters, from one to nine, divided into nine levels, and the difficulty is increasing step by step."

"Oh my God! It turned out to be Kwai Qi, there are some masters who have been immersed in the Lifespring realm for many years! ”

"Alas, this girl is unlucky, fortunately I didn't sign up, otherwise it would have been even worse......"

Hearing the round of people around him, Cen Liuqing's face was like a vegetable.

She wanted to give up, but she had a reason to fight.

Cen Liuqing plucked up his courage and pleaded: "I...... I...... Can you change it? Please! ”

"Huh! Life and death matter. If you're afraid, don't go to the ring. ”

After a quick laugh, the old man coldly rejected Cen Liuqing.

After that, the old man no longer paid attention to Cen Liuqing, the brush in his hand reversed, and the tail buckled the Qingyu case.

"Smack! Click-snap! Click-"

There seemed to be a muffled thunder in front of him, Cen Liuqing was even more cramped, and his body trembled.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

It was probably because the white-haired old man had great authority, so even if there were cultivators wearing gold and jade in the crowd in the queue, no one dared to step forward to urge.

After a long time.

Cen Liuqing's still delicate face was bloodless.

Tears wet his sideburns and hair, and his body was like a flutter in the wind.

But it's clear that there's no wind here.

Nan Xiao clenched her fists, and after just a moment, she was relieved.

She knew that her strength was weak, the wheel of life was bleak, and her future was bleak.

Revenge alone has made her reach for nothing.

Unable to take care of anything else.

It's been a long time.

"Next."

The white-haired old man didn't look up, but stopped tapping the pen.

As if receiving a gift, Cen Liuqing hurriedly turned around, his eyes were red, and he hid his face and left.

After Cen Liuqing, he is a fairly handsome man.

A flash of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward quickly, hunched over.

"Name."

The old man's words were still indifferent, repeating the question mechanically.

"Ji Muhua. Senior, I'm Ji Muhua, I'm just twenty-three this year, and I'm almost in the Shenqiao realm, so please help assign a better ring to the juniors. ”

As he spoke, Ji Muhua took out an antique jade pendant from his arms, held it in both hands and handed it to the old man.

The white-haired old man finally looked up.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, a turquoise light flashed, and the jade pendant in Ji Muhua's hand disappeared.

Ji Muhua held back his excitement and slowly straightened up, with joy in his eyes that could not be concealed.

"Aoi-san, work hard."

The white-haired old man smiled and encouraged, patted Ji Muhua on the shoulder, and then lifted the seal book again.

Ji Muhua left happily, and the golden "Kwai San" in the center of his eyebrows touched the dreams of many people.

After that, many people relied on tribute and got the qualification to participate in the relatively high Kwai character ring.

Of course, the white-haired old man's vision was extremely high, and he ignored the fawning of several cultivators halfway.

That's it, bustling, people come and go.

Finally, it was Nanxiao's turn.

In the previous battle, she had already exhausted more than nine years of accumulation, so naturally she did not grovel.

Nan Xiao stood pretty, waiting for the old man's question.

"Name."

"Nanxiao. The south of the south, the chic of the chic. ”

"Age."

"Ten ......, let's write sixteen."

The white-haired old man didn't raise his eyes, and he felt a little disdain in his heart, but the afterglow of his eyes unexpectedly caught a glimpse of the hem of the green shirt of the person in front of him.

Suddenly, the pen in his hand stopped.

(End of chapter)