In the extreme north, the ice cliffs are jagged and steep, the ice and snow do not melt for many years, and the eyes are all vast, and the jade is piled up, and the endless snowy scene is endless, and there are few traces of mortals.

In this boundless snowfield, there is actually a fairy spirit realm.

Jiuning Mountain, one of the top ten sects in the world of cultivating immortals today, has established a faction here.

Within the scope of the sect opened up by the formation, thousands of Lingxiu green peaks are stacked, Lingquan lakes are dotted, the fairy towers and Yao Pavilion are shadowed in the clouds and mist, and the Zhuwa Feiyong is reflected among the green pines and green trees, and there are more strange flowers such as brocade, and the brilliance is brilliant.

It seems that the scenery moved by the immortals from the Central Plains with supreme magic methods is incompatible with the barren scene of the extreme north.

The fairyland imagined by mortals is not a peaceful and indisputable world as they imagined, but there are undercurrents surging and contentious from time to time.

In the final analysis, the so-called immortal cultivators in the world are just some mortals with magical powers.

The outermost peaks of Jiuning Mountain are places for outer disciples to practice.

One of the peaks is called Yang Zhu Peak, and there is a trial platform on the top of Yang Zhu Peak, which is used by these outer disciples to exchange ideas on weekdays.

On this day, Yang Zhufeng was very lively, and a competition of unusual significance was in full swing on the trial platform, and the winner could not only have the qualification to enter the inner door to listen to the class, but also many rewards.

A richly dressed young man stood proudly in front of a thin young man with his hands in his hands.

His appearance is quite handsome, but his arrogant demeanor makes this originally well-born facial features a little hateful.

He was followed by a low-ranking disciple dressed as an outer gate.

Although in this Nine Ning Mountain, they are nominally the same senior brothers, and there is no distinction between high and low, but this outer disciple is extremely respectful to the appearance of the young man in gorgeous clothes, and at this time, he is staring at the young man who is sitting on the trial platform in embarrassment with the same hatred of the young man.

"Are you convinced? Now I finally see the gap between the outer door and the inner door. I heard that you made a big splash in the outer gate not long ago, and in a short period of time, you were known as the first person in the outer gate, and you are the most likely disciple to enter the inner gate, and now it seems that the name of this first person is nothing more than that!"

"How can you be the same as our inner disciples, you are the mud in the ground, don't think that you can climb to a high place and recognize your own identity. Acquaintances, obediently stay at your outer door, take the initiative to give up the opportunity to enter the inner door, I can't give you this bottle of Qingxin Pill. ”

The young man in Huafu laughed, twisted a small medicine bottle in his hand, and threw it playfully in his hand, not caring at all how precious this bottle of elixir was to the disciples of the outer sect.

The outer disciple who followed behind him also laughed heartily, very proud that he could hug the inner senior brother's thigh and deal with the powerful opponent in front of him.

Seeing the young man clenching his fists in anger, the outer disciple said pretendedly:

"Zhuge Jue, it's not that I want to fight with you, you see, if you enter the inner door alone, you will inevitably be rejected by other inner brothers and sisters because of the difference in identity, it is better to give me this opportunity, if I can successfully enter the inner door, you will definitely be indispensable in the future. ”

"I don't!" Knowing that such a confrontation was futile, Zhuge Jue just couldn't swallow this breath, his clear eyes were filled with blood, he glared at the two people in front of him angrily, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were exposed.

Is the gap between the inner disciples and the outer disciples so big?

When this inner disciple came to power, he reported his name, called He Junyuan, who was a third-rate commodity who did not enter the first three hundred in the inner door, and came to the outer gate, but as soon as he made a move at will, he beat him, a disciple who was extremely optimistic about the outer door master and known as the first person, and had no power to fight back.

You must enter the inner door and strengthen your strength! The idea of entering the inner door became stronger and stronger in Zhuge Jue's heart.

The outer disciple couldn't help but shudder when he saw his eyes that wanted to choose someone, and he couldn't help but want to shrink behind He Junyuan.

may have realized that Zhuge Jue's behavior of being frightened by Zhuge Jue was too embarrassing, his face darkened, relying on someone to support him, and said with a smile:

"Those who know the times are Junjie, think about your seriously injured sister, without this bottle of Qingxin Pill, pity her for dying at a young age. ”

Zhuge Jue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, held the sword and was about to reluctantly get up to fight again, when he heard this, he seemed to be poked in the fatal place, and his body, which was still tough just now, paused.

Yes, he smiled bitterly, if he was alone, he would naturally never compromise and must fight to the death with the other party, but he still has a sister.......

Xuan'er ......

One of the purposes for him to participate in this competition was to get the Qingxin Dan, the first place reward, for his sister whose foundation was damaged.

Although this trial said on the surface that any disciple could participate, whether it was these rewards or the number of places to enter the inner door to attend classes, it was not worth mentioning for the inner disciples.

The reward is only very precious in the outer gate, and the inner disciples have a lot of money every month, and they can be exchanged for this kind of low-level elixir magic weapon at will, and the qualification to enter the inner door to listen to the class is even more unnecessary.

In addition, the general examples of outer disciples are low, and there is no value in learning, so there is no need for inner disciples to come to Yang Zhufeng.

Zhuge Jue originally thought that with his own strength, it should not be difficult to get the first place, and the teachers also encouraged him to participate, but he didn't expect that there would be inner disciples who were willing to lower their status to participate in this level of competition.

It seems that for the sake of his sister, he had to bow his head.

Zhuge Jue was angry and aggrieved to the extreme, his eyes were red, he gritted his teeth in humiliation, and said astringently: "Okay, I admit defeat, you give me the Qingxin Pill." ”

"Count you as acquaintances! This bottle of elixir will be given to you. ”

He Junyuan was extremely happy when he saw his painful struggle, the corners of his mouth rose, and he threw the Qingxin Pill straight in front of Zhuge Jue, as if the master was giving alms to a dog prostrate under him.

How could the porcelain bottle containing the pills withstand such treatment, and there was a crisp sound of "popping", and it shattered on the ground, and several pills were scattered all over the ground.

"You!"

Zhuge Jue looked up angrily.

He Junyuan took a playful step forward, stepped on the few pills that rolled out, raised his chin, and said arrogantly: "What are you, didn't Young Master Ben give it to you, why don't you put it away quickly?"

The outer disciples behind him also echoed his words and sneered: "That's it, the elixir that Senior Brother gave you is not a good gratitude?"

Zhuge Jue's young man's popularity, where can he bear it, seeing that the pill was dirty, he was dizzy for a while, and stabbed He Junyuan with a sword.

Seeing that he still dared to resist, He Junyuan sneered, waved his sleeves and shook it, not only swinging Zhuge Jue's sword away, but also slapping him on the chest with a backhand.

Zhuge Jue suddenly spurted out a stream of blood and fell to the ground, unable to move anymore.

As if the heavens were also taking pity on his suffering, a misty drizzle fell on the Yang Peaks at some point, and many people were present, but no one dared to step forward and help the young man who fell in the rain curtain up.

The competition process on the trial platform was clearly seen by the disciples below, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhuge Jue, and dared not speak out against He Junyuan and the others.

However, they are all outer disciples with no background, how can they risk offending the inner senior brother and help an outsider who has no interest in them, and even the steward who presided over the competition turned a blind eye to this.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the crowded crowd, and when everyone looked up, they saw a few sword lights like lightning, flying from elsewhere and landing on the Yang Zhu Peak.

The sword light fell to the ground, and the sword came with several disciples who were the same as He Junyuan, wearing jade pendants that symbolized the identity of the inner gate.

What's wrong with Yang Zhufeng today, there are so many inner brothers and sisters here, and everyone present can't help but muttered to themselves.

I saw that those inner disciples came here, but they didn't greet He Junyuan, as if they were waiting for someone, and lined up in unison.

When He Junyuan saw them coming, the expression on his face changed from smug to shocked, and he ignored the attendants behind him, and hurriedly jumped off the stage to inquire about one of the inner disciples he knew.

"Senior Sister Lian, why are you here? ”

His tone at this time was respectful, and there was still a smug look in Shicai.

The female disciple who he called Senior Sister Lian glanced at her coldly, and said coldly: "It's the little uncle who is coming, otherwise we don't know that you surrendered your identity and came to the outer gate to be a blessing, and you will really wait for a long face for me." ”

"Huh, little ...... Uncle Xiao is coming?" He Junyuan didn't care about the sarcasm in her words, and stammered in shock.