Xingxuan Daoren's speech lasted for half an hour, and Mo Yang was speechless for a while, and sure enough, no matter where the leader's speech began, he couldn't stop at the beginning.

Finally, in the fanatical expressions of the disciples, the Xingxuan Daoist finished speaking: "Okay, there will be deacons counting your serial numbers next. As Xingxuan Daoren's voice fell, dozens of deacons and elders dressed in black walked out from not far away, counting the masters present one by one.

Although more than a thousand people seemed like a lot, under the division of labor of dozens of deacons and elders, it would soon come to an end.

"Okay, now the battle order is already being counted, and there will be disciples who will arrange your accommodation later, and I will stay on this Taiqing Peak for one night tonight, and the statistical results will be sent to you in the token later, and the competition will start early tomorrow morning from one to six hundred and fifteen." Xingming Daoren said loudly.

Time flew by, and it soon became dark. Everyone went to the temporary residence under the leadership of the miscellaneous disciples who had been temporarily mobilized by Taiqing Peak.

This is a four-person bunk, this bunk is not very big, there are four beds side by side, Mo Yang is sitting cross-legged on the bed looking at the three strange fellow disciples in front of him.

Obviously, these three people are not familiar with each other, but at least they are all acquaintances, and they are sitting on the Eight Immortals table in the center of the shop and chatting with each other. But Mo Yang didn't know anyone, so he couldn't join their conversation, so he had to choose a bed in the corner of the wall and meditate cross-legged.

"Senior Brother Wang hasn't seen him for half a year, he has already cultivated at the eleventh level, and Senior Brother is ashamed." One of the square-faced youths smiled at a young man with a delicate face and a smile on his face.

"Senior Brother Wang will definitely be able to win the top 100 this time, and Senior Brother will say hello to Senior Brother Wang first. Ha ha. The slightly shorter man on it also laughed.

The two junior disciples praised it falsely. This kind of cultivation for a brother is just ordinary among the many genius disciples in Taiqing. Senior Brother Wang shook his head slightly.

"Senior Brother Wang is humble, who in our Xuanwu Peak doesn't know that Senior Brother Wang's one-handed fire snake technique is perfect, and even Senior Brother Zhou of the Gonggong Workshop is full of praise." The square-faced man complimented.

"Yes, yes, what Senior Brother Zhao said is not bad at all, Senior Brother Wang's cultivation of Fire Snake Technique is one of the best in Xuanwu Peak, and there are not many people who can beat Senior Brother in spells." The slightly shorter young man had a flattering expression on his face.

"The two junior brothers don't need to be praised like this, there are still a few catties and taels in the next few catties, hahahaha." Although Senior Brother Wang said this, the smug expression on his face could be seen by everyone.

Although Mo Yang did not join it, he also watched, shook his head and secretly felt that this person was difficult to achieve, and his inner thoughts were written on his face. Seeing that it was still early at this time, Mo Yang got up and went out.

Looking at Mo Yang going out, the three people in the room frowned unconsciously: "This junior brother is really a big shelf, and he didn't even pay a visit to Senior Brother?" Senior Brother Zhang, do you know this person? The square-faced Senior Brother Zhao looked at Mo Yang with a frown and asked.

When the slightly shorter Senior Brother Zhang heard this, he said: "This junior brother has never seen it, maybe he is an ascetic, after all, he looks quite young, and it is not easy to cultivate to the tenth layer." ”

Senior Brother Wang narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and his heart was secretly unhappy.

Not to mention the opinions of a few people in the house, Mo Yang came out at this time, it was a corridor, the corridor was very long, and along the corridor were all shops like Mo Yang and them.

At this time, the sky was just dark, and out of the courtyard where the cloister was located, Mo Yang saw a lot of other peak disciples who came out for a walk or came out to enjoy the scenery like himself, although Taiqing Peak is open to the entire Taiqing Sect, but every time he comes to Taiqing Peak, he needs to fill out an application form, which is very cumbersome, so many people have only come once or twice, and even Mo Yang is only the second time. In the entire Taiqing Sect, or in the entire Taiqing Mountain Range, the Taiqing Peak where the head of the sect is located is the highest peak, so for the disciples of the other peaks, the scenery of the Taiqing Peak is very curious to them.

At this time, the golden crow falls, the half round of the clear moon hangs high in the sky, the cold night is too clear peak to be a little less noisy, the heat of early summer gradually disperses, and the cicadas not far away are singing, and the sound is in the ears.

Mo Yang walked to Taiqing Square and looked at the scenery in the distance, as if he was in the fairy palace. At this time, there were a lot of people in Taiqing Square, and they were gathered together in groups.

"Hey, Senior Brother Mo." Suddenly, a rather familiar voice came.

Mo Yang looked back, it was the White Tiger Peak disciple Huangfu Jian who he knew during the day, and the two of them also added the mark of the disciple token to each other during the day, so that they could communicate with each other through the token. I just didn't expect to meet here.

"It turned out to be the younger brother of the emperor, why did the junior brother also come to take a walk and watch the scenery?" Mo Yang smiled slightly.

"Hehe, actually, I'm here to see that genius disciple of Vermilion Bird Peak!" Huangfu Jian whispered quietly.

Looking at Mo Yang's speechless appearance for a while, Huangfu Jian grinned: "Senior brother go, I'll take you to see and see, it's strange to say, this Tianzong of Vermilion Bird Peak is the disciple of the first seat of Vermilion Bird Peak, it stands to reason that her identity should be a true disciple above the inner disciple, and I don't know, what kind of madness did this first seat of Vermilion Bird Peak make her slowly promoted from the outer disciple." ”

Mo Yang's heart moved when he heard this, "Indeed, it stands to reason that the identity of a true disciple does not need to participate in the competition, but it may also be to train her." After all, the disciples of Vermilion Bird Peak are mainly miscellaneous studies, and they may come into contact with a lot from basic training."

"Is that so? I see! Huangfu Jian suddenly said secretly in his heart: "Maybe my father also has such intentions?" ”

"Who knows? By the way, you just said to look at her, could it be that this lady of the Vermilion Bird Peak is also in this square. Mo Yang raised his eyes and looked around and asked.

"yes, but I just went back, maybe I found that she didn't feel comfortable when she appeared and attracted too many people's eyes. I just glanced at it from afar, what a pity. "Huangfu Jian has some regrets.

"Buzz" Just as Mo Yang was about to speak, the disciple token on his waist made a buzzing sound, not only Mo Yang, but the entire square was buzzing.

Mo Yang picked up the token and entered his divine sense, only to see that in the token was a message about tomorrow's battle address and opponent: "The third round of the sub-number ring, the opponent is Bai Hufeng, and Yang Jie, who is practicing qi at the tenth layer?" ”

"Yang Jie, I know, this year is twenty-six years old, three years old, the tenth level of Qi training, and the 'Imperial Sword Technique' in one hand is extremely proficient, senior brother be careful." Huangfu Jian on the side introduced Mo Yang after reading his information.

"Senior Brother Huangfu is really knowledgeable, it seems that you know many disciples." Mo Yang sighed.

"Haha, I like to make friends in the next place, I can know one or two of the famous senior brothers and disciples of this Taiqing Sect." Huangfu Jian was a little proud.

Mo Yang smiled slightly, and chatted casually with Huangfu Jian.

The people in the square have gradually dispersed since the token notified tomorrow's opponent.

Seeing that it was not early, Mo Yang said goodbye to Huangfu Jian and left.

Looking at Mo Yang who was gradually moving away, Huangfu Jian smiled slightly: "This Senior Brother Mo is very extraordinary, as soon as he gets close to him, the Natal Sword begins to warn constantly, it looks like it is only ten layers of Qi training, but it can attract the warning of the Natal Sword, it's not simple." ”

The so-called natal sword, is a way of cultivating the sword, there are several schools of sword cultivation today, among which a sword flow and the sword flow are the main, the so-called sword flow, is since the day of cultivation, it has its own essence and blood to feed the sword, with the improvement of the cultivation of the sword weapon will continue to improve, in fact, to put it bluntly, it is a low-level version of the magic weapon, which can be cultivated from a weak age, and after the advanced golden pill, the natal magic sword is promoted to the magic weapon, and the power is more than twice as much as a magic weapon.

And the sword flow is the same as that of ordinary immortal cultivators, the sword flow is heavy on one, and the sword flow is the core in the palace.

These two genres have been passed down for countless years, and they have always competed for orthodoxy, but they have always been comparable.