"The ultimate purpose of the Jindan Vision List is only to gather the demons in the world, so there will be no rotation to fight, life and death. ”

Luoxue Zhenjun said: "If it is because of a list, many demons are defeated, it will be contrary to the original intention of the Linglong Fairy." ”

Su Zimo nodded.

This way of competing for the vision list is indeed relatively gentle, avoiding more fighting.

Luoxue Zhenjun said: "The competition for the vision list, in three months, when the time comes, there will be 100,000 Jindan real people gathered at the foot of Vientiane Peak!"

"At that time, the Penghua True Monarch of the Xuanji Palace will come forward to preside, and in addition to me, the Yuanying True Monarch of the major super sects will also watch the battle. ”

100,000 Tianjiao gathered, and although the way of competing for the vision list was relatively mild, the process must be tense and intense, and the momentum was huge!

"I see, thank you for telling you. ”

Su Zimo clasped his fists and saluted.

Luoxue Zhenjun nodded and said: "Your situation is special, you have heavy treasures such as the Divine Phoenix Bone on your body, and you have offended many sect forces, from today on, you will cultivate in this hall, and it will save someone trouble looking for you." ”

In Vientiane City, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at Su Zimo!

If he stayed here and was guarded by Luoxue Zhenjun, no matter how much the other sect forces had the heart, it would be impossible for them to rush to the territory of Drifting Snow Valley to arrest people.

"Thank you, Zhenjun. ”

Su Zimo thanked him again.

"That's right. ”

Su Zimo remembered one thing and asked, "Dare to ask Zhenjun, have the monks of Danyang Gate ever entered the ancient battlefield?"

Although there are many serendipitous treasures in the ancient battlefield, they are also accompanied by dangers.

Not all super sects and top forces will send their monks in, after all, Danyang Gate is one of the four major side sects, and it is not good at fighting and fighting, so it is reasonable to choose not to enter the ancient battlefield.

"The four side gates have all come, but they haven't arrived in Vientiane City yet. "Falling Snow is really a gentleman.

Su Zimo nodded.

With the presence of the Night Spirit, it should not be difficult to escort Xiao Ning to the ancient battlefield.

Su Zimo and the others were on this way, although they were delayed because of many things, but they relied on their strength and were able to rush day and night.

They were among the first monks to arrive in Vientiane City.

Other monks can't be so careless.

For safety reasons, most sect forces will choose to rest at night and travel during the day to avoid large-scale beast tides as much as possible.

Su Zimo pondered for a while, and then asked, "Can there be a god clan in Vientiane City?"

"Huh?"

Hearing the words 'Protoss', Luoxue Zhenjun's expression changed greatly, Huo Ran turned around, stared at Su Zimo with blazing eyes, and asked slowly, "Have you seen the Protoss?"

"I saw it!"

Qingqing stood up and said in an affirmative tone.

"What are the plans of the Protoss to appear here?"

Luoxue Zhenjun frowned tightly, and his expression was solemn.

After half a ring, Luoxue Zhenjun waved his hand and said, "You guys can rest here, if there is anything, you can inform the Drifting Snow Valley monks here, and come to me at any time." ”

"Good. ”

The crowd should go down.

This hall is extremely spacious, and there are many rooms for cultivation, so Su Zimo and the others randomly found a few cultivation rooms next to each other and settled down temporarily.

As time went by, there were more and more monks in Vientiane City, and it became more and more lively.

From time to time, news will spread to this hall in the Drifting Snow Valley, this Tianjiao enters the city, that demon descends, or some Tianjiao climbs Vientiane Peak.

So far, Su Zimo's Inner Dan has been cultivated to the pinnacle and reached perfection, as long as he leaves the ancient battlefield, he can break through at any time!

In the realm of Jindan, it is also about the same, as long as you continue to cultivate, it won't be long before you can sense the opportunity to break through!

On this day, Su Zimo was cultivating in the room when a transmission note sounded outside the door.

"Su Daoyou, someone from Qianhemen has come to visit. ”

The voice of a Drifting Snow Valley monk rang out.

"Chizurumon?"

Su Zimo's heart moved, he stood up, and raised his voice: "Please come in." ”

"Let's go, everybody, and see the old man. ”

Su Zimo knocked on the door of the little fat man and the others.

"Who?"

The little fat man stretched his waist and walked out sleepy-eyed.

"Just check it out. ”

Su Zimo smiled and went first.

As soon as everyone entered the main hall, several monks came in outside the door, all of them were women, and on the sect token hanging from their waists, a delicate spirit crane was depicted.

The first person had a cold expression, a fairy appearance, and didn't seem to care about anything.

The little fat man's eyes widened, then he rubbed it vigorously, and exclaimed, "Sister Leng Rou?"

The female cultivator of Qianhemen originally had a cold face, but when she heard this voice, she saw the fat man opposite, the man in green shirts, and finally a smile appeared in her eyes.

The person who came was the cold gentleness who worshiped the Thousand Crane Gate twenty years ago!

I haven't seen him for many years, Leng Rou has changed a lot, and her temperament is even more cold and indifferent, but looking at the eyes of Su Zimo, Little Fat Man and others, there is a trace of warmth.

Hearing that the disciples of the Thousand Crane Sect came to visit, Su Zimo thought of Leng Rou.

"Hahahaha!"

Just then, there was a laugh outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, a man walked into the main hall, with fluttering sleeves, handsome, smiling, looking at Su Zimo and the others, and said with a smile: "The old people are reunited, how can I be missing." ”

"Senior Brother Ji?"

The little fat man exclaimed again, and his eyes were full of joy.

The person who came turned out to be Ji Chengtian, who entered Danyang Gate twenty years ago!

Su Zimo, Little Fat Man, Leng Rou, and Ji Chengtian were not only disciples of Ethereal Peak, but they also experienced life and death together!

Su Zimo hugged his fists and raised his voice: "Senior Brother Ji, your demeanor is still the same, don't come unharmed." ”

"Haha!"

Ji Chengtian laughed out loud and said, "It's not as good as you, over the years, even in Zhongzhou, you can hear some news about you." After entering the ancient battlefield, it is even more terrifying to death!"

There were very few cold and soft words, but after seeing Su Zimo, Little Fat Man, and Ji Chengtian, the smile on his face never disappeared.

When the monks of Qianhemen saw this scene, they were all amazed.

In the Thousand Crane Gate, Leng Rou is a well-known ice beauty who does not smile.

Unexpectedly, just now, her cold smile was more than what she had done in the twenty years of Qianhemen combined!

In this foreign place, there is nothing more joyful than the reunion of old people.

Su Zimo's gaze kept looking out of the main hall, as if he was expecting something.

"Don't worry, Xiao Ning is also here, just behind. ”

Ji Chengtian waved his hand and said, "Tang Yu will negotiate with the monks of Drifting Snow Valley again, I can't wait, so I will sneak in first, haha!"

As soon as the laughter ended, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Su Zimo's gaze gradually froze.

After a while, more than a dozen monks came together.

In the crowd, there was a female cultivator wearing pale yellow clothes, with a beautiful appearance and a gentle temperament, and her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Su Zimo.

This woman in a yellow shirt is Su Zimo's sister who she hasn't seen for many years, Su Xiaoning!

The brother and sister seemed to have a heart, and in the crowd, they saw each other at first sight.

Su Zimo's eyes softened instantly.

Xiao Ning's eyes were red, and the tears of bean size trembled and swirled in her eyes, pursing her red lips, and a thousand words choked in her throat, turning into a shout.

"Brother......

(End of chapter)