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Time flickered, and five (rì) had passed.

This (rì), Murong Cheng was full of voices and thunderous cheers.

And all the stands around the central square of Murong City were crowded with people, and at a glance, there were crowds of people from various sects and factions who came to watch the battle, and all the top forces were here.

This time, there were a lot of people who came to observe the Murong family's Daozi election, almost more than twice the number of observers in previous sessions, and the reason for this was that this Murong family's Daozi election was unprecedented.

Not only is there a large number of quasi-Daozi of the younger generation of the Murong family in this generation, there are more than a dozen, but what is even more remarkable is that the final winner of this Daozi election will be rewarded with a Naying Pill!!

Naying Dan, an elixir created from heaven and earth, there is no big force that is not crazy about it.

Although it is said that because of the nature of the pill (shēn), it is determined that the person who swallows it will inevitably add a layer of cause and effect, which will make the future path to immortality more difficult.

However, the incomparable charm of the Naying Dan can make the Yuanying Monk forcibly take on the anti-heaven effect of the Yishi Baby, so that more and more people can choose to ignore its side effects.

After all, who wouldn't want to become stronger themselves?

It can be said that especially the proud sons of heaven like the Murong family, or among the top forces, for them, any rewards such as gold and silver treasures, and martial arts books are too useless.

What they yearn for is always a brighter future and stronger strength.

Therefore, the attraction that a Naying Pill brings to these heavenly pride is unimaginable.

And the chain reaction caused by this Naying Pill will be confirmed one by one in the near future.

All the people present who came to observe were looking forward to it, and their faces were pleasant, waiting to see who the new Daozi of the Murong family was.

......

On the stands belonging to the Medicine Immortal Sect, Rubai and Ling Yuchuan sat at the front, their faces were happy, and they were chatting with all the people on the surrounding stands.

After the shēn, he was accompanied by five elders of the Medicine Immortal Sect, and their faces were also filled with joy at participating in such a grand event.

Further back, it was among the core disciples of the Medicine Immortal Sect, Ling Yuan, Jun Mianchen and others were sitting here.

Jun Myanchen's heart (qíng) at the moment is a little complicated, sitting next to (shēn) in the position of a person, it is Ling Kite.

Since Ling Yuan came to Murong City with the large army, he hadn't raised his head to look at Jun Mianchen, but Jun Mianchen understood that Ling Yuan was also very entangled.

Jun Mianchen sighed slightly, but he didn't turn his head to look at Ling Yuan, Ling Yuan heard Jun Mianchen's sigh, his brows furrowed slightly, and the look in his eyes suddenly became a little lonely.

And the most embarrassing thing here is the Xianmutang disciple who is sandwiched between Jun Mianchen and Ling Yuan......

This disciple only felt that he was not even interested in watching the battle at the moment, and it was extremely embarrassing to be sandwiched between the two of them, looking left and right, he really didn't know what to do......

Jun Mianchen sat upright for a while, relieved the somewhat awkward atmosphere between him and Ling Yuan, and also raised his head, looking at the audience, wanting to find friends who he hadn't seen for a long time.

Not long after, in the direction of the grandstand of the One Sword Sect, Jun Mianchen saw the first familiar (shēn) shadow.

That's Teixiu.

Emperor Xiu is still like that, one (shēn) white clothes, one (shēn) detached temperament, quietly closing his eyes among the disciples of the One Sword Sect.

And looking at the position he was sitting in, he was actually in front of all the core disciples, and he was worthy of being in the same column as the elders of the One Sword Sect, which was really eye-catching.

Sensing that there was a gaze looking at him, Di Xiu opened his eyes lightly, and the sharp gaze suddenly came, and after seeing the person clearly, Di Xiu was extremely rare, showing a smile.

Di Xiu smiled, and the disciples of the One Sword Sect were all surprised, and they also followed Di Xiu's gaze to look at the Medicine Immortal Sect.

Chi Qiruo tilted his head slightly, and when he saw Di Xiu's smile, his face was stunned, and then he also blinked, looking at Jun Mianchen here in the Medicine Immortal Sect.

Squinting his eyes, Chi Qiruo looked thoughtful, and wrote down Jun Mianchen's appearance.

Greeting Di Xiu's eyes, Jun Mianchen looked at Yun Ji Sect again.

For Zhou Yin, Jun Mianchen still cared very much, but what disappointed him was that among the core disciples of the Cloud Pole Sect, there was no Zhou Yin.

Looking at the entire Yunji Sect stands, only Yan Bei and Shang Yanwu were two familiar faces sitting in it.

Jun Mianchen frowned slightly, Senior Brother Zhou's strength and talent were not among the core disciples?

After a moment of silent silence, Jun Mianchen looked around again, but he never saw an old friend again.

Li Xiangling didn't come, I don't know if it was because she wasn't a core disciple of the Li family, or because of some other reason.

The Luo family sisters also did not appear here, Jun Mianchen squinted his eyes, his gaze swept over the Luo family's main line disciples (shēn), and suddenly remembered his (shēn) share as a guest of the Luo family.

At that time, before going to the Jingchuan Mountain Range, he had been to Luofu in Yanliu City with Rubai once, and Luo Yan was already facing the desperate situation of being replaced by a branch vein.

Now that such a long time has passed, Jun Mianchen is suddenly a little worried, how is Senior Sister Luo Yan...... What happened to Russell......

Just as Jun Mianchen was thinking, in this Murong City, there were suddenly bursts of gongs and drums, accompanied by the sound of Dao Hui (dàng) throughout the city.

Immediately afterwards, on the main platform belonging to the Murong family, a shadow suddenly rose slowly (shēn) and walked out.

This (shēn) shadow is a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, this man is a (shēn) brown robe, and the coercion of the realm of the Great Perfection spreads out, and the tiger's eyes are swept away, and he is not angry and arrogant.

"He is the current head of the Murong family, Murong Changkong, the core contender of this Daozi election, Murong Yunyi, is his only son. ”

When Ling Yuan saw Murong Changkong appearing, his eyes seemed to be a little fluttering, and he wanted to take a look at Jun Mianchen, but he couldn't bear to look at it.

Knowing that Jun Mianchen had never come to this kind of ceremony, and that he did not have an incomplete understanding of some of the core figures of other families or sects, Ling Yuan hesitated again and again, but still said softly in a voice that Jun Mianchen could just hear, as if he was explaining to Jun Mianchen.

Jun Mianchen naturally heard Ling Kite's explanation, and knew very well why Ling Kite would introduce these people in a low voice, because Ling Kite knew that she didn't know her, so she was talking to herself.

Because of this, Jun felt more and more difficult to face Ling Kite, or rather her feelings about herself (qíng).

The disciple who was sandwiched between Jun Mianchen and Ling Yuan was embarrassed again, and had the intention to give up this position, so he simply let Jun Mianchen and Ling Yuan sit together......

But whenever he tried to give way to the throne, he was suddenly met with threatening stares from both the left and right.

Swallowing his saliva, the disciple slowly sat down again, staring straight ahead with a strange expression......

Looking at Murong Changkong on the main platform, at this moment, he had already begun to say some guest (tào) words freely, sometimes causing the crowd above the stands of each sect to boil, and sometimes mixed with a lot of voices.

But compared to these, whether it is Jun Mianchen or Ling Yuan, they no longer have the heart (qíng) to listen.

......

After more than an hour, the red tape etiquette process was completed, and everyone's eyes were finally permanently fixed on the large square of Nano University.

In the square, there were thirteen quasi-Taoists standing neatly.

These thirteen quasi-Daoists, nine men and four women, are all in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, and any one of them released alone is by no means much inferior to people such as Yan Bei and Han Lie.

The faces of every quasi-Daozi were calm, and there was a strong sense of confidence in their eyes, so that all the disciples in the stands present could see it, and they all admired the strength of the Murong family.

At the same time, all the people also began to talk in a low voice, they were guessing which one was the right way to really go to the end, and they could really take the Naying Pill like a stroke of genius.

Murong Yunyi was in the middle of these thirteen people, because of his (shēn) share and strength, he could be said to be the most prominent among these thirteen people.

Murong Changkong stood on the main stage behind the thirteen people (shēn), looking at the (tǐng) pull (shēn) posture in the middle of the thirteen people from afar, his eyes were full of pride and pride.

That's his only son of Murong Changkong!

That was the pride of his Murong Changkong's life!

At this moment, Murong Yunyi, who was in the middle of the Thirteenth Middle School, raised his eyes and slowly looked at everyone in the countless stands.

He saw Jun Mianchen, the former junior brother, and he also saw a lot of familiar faces.

Until the end, Murong Yunyi's eyes gradually froze in the crowd of the One Sword Sect.

That person, Murong Yunyi can't forget in this life.

That person, with a sword at that time, smashed all his pride and unruliness as the proud son of the Murong family.

Di Xiu's face was indifferent, and when he saw Murong Yunyi's pampered and unfazed posture standing on the stage at the moment, his eyes suddenly became a little ethereal, as if Di Xiu also remembered the scene when he and Murong Yunyi were fighting.

Nodding lightly towards Murong Yunyi, Murong Yunyi's eyes showed a hint of remembrance, and then a faint smile appeared on his face, and he nodded to Emperor Xiu in response.

Murong Changkong laughed heartily, seeing that the time was almost up, he continued to preside over this grand event.

What no one knew or cared about was that when the battle was about to begin, in one of the corners of this square, a lonely (shēn) figure slowly walked out.

This (shēn) shadow looked at the thirteen eye-catching Tianjiao on the stage indifferently, and then turned his head sideways to look at the elders of the Murong family on the main stage.

In his gaze, there is no superfluous (qíng) sense, the only thing he has, I am afraid, is only an endless chill.

This chill is substantial, and even the air around the shadow (shēn) seems to be condensed, and the flow is a little unsmooth.

Not long after, when Murong Changkong on the main stage announced the official start of the ceremony, the plain (shēn) shadow whispered silently.

"I will smash all the pride of the Murong family, just as the Murong family smashes everything I have......"

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