The aura on the prison peak is scarce, and the climate is extremely cold.

Zhao Hua's qi and blood were tumbling from a slap, and it took him a long time to barely stand up.

Lu Shen glanced at it.

Zhao Hua's face was pale, his face was gloomy, and he bit his lip stubbornly.

He saw Lu Shen's eyes, rolled his eyes and said, "What are you doing, you thought I would cry, I didn't blow it, just this little injury, back then.." Hiss...."

It seemed that the wound was involved, and Zhao Hua suddenly bared his teeth and grinned.

Lu Shen said: "Aren't you afraid of being beaten while talking to me?"

"I'm afraid of an egg!"

Zhao Hua roared, suddenly shrunk his neck and looked around, and then whispered: "Lao Tzu just can't beat that old calf now, you see that I will cut him with a sword in the future!"

Lu Shen smiled and was noncommittal.

"Hey! ”

Zhao Hua's voice was much quieter than usual, and he asked, "You really did the incident in Mobei Shandezong?"

Zhao Hua's eyes became very serious, as if there was something in his eyes.

Lu Shen looked at him, remembering that he seemed to be from Mobei as well, and then nodded.

"Oh. ”

Zhao Hua was a little speechless and stopped, his expression complicated.

Lu Shen didn't care, got up slowly, and then looked at the bottom of the peak covered by clouds and mist, thinking that this matter was indeed turned over.

He exhaled softly, as if he had made up his mind.

In the middle of an hour, the wind on the peak swept over, and countless clouds and mist scattered in all directions.

The only remaining spiritual power between the peaks began to slowly gather towards Lu Shen's eyebrows, forming a small dot, and a faint light covered Lu Shen's whole body, and his long hair fluttered, like an immortal.

Zhao Hua's eyes widened when he saw this scene.

....

The disposition of Lu Shen in the Sword Pavilion has changed from a disagreement at the beginning to a one-sided situation now.

The South Pavilion and the North Pavilion were silent at the same time, the East Pavilion never spoke, and the West Pavilion naturally took the initiative in everything.

What's more, this time the matter has been more than a few painless punishments that can be settled.

The realm of Shande Sect is not high, obsessed with practicing Dan and medical skills, but in the north all the year round for the lonely people to cure diseases and eliminate demons, hanging pots to help the world, over time it is known as the living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering, and the word Shande is the reputation given by the Tang Daomen himself.

And Lu Shen committed two tragic cases in a few years in a row, which aroused the anger of the public, and many disciples of the Four Pavilions and Eight Peaks have already regarded them as enemies, and they are even rumored to be spies sent by the Demon Domain.

When this kind of public opinion reached its peak, Lu Shen had almost become the public enemy of all his disciples.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the next announcement of the Sword Pavilion has attracted almost everyone's attention.

That is the number of places to represent the Sword Pavilion to go to the academy's dragon and phoenix list, and it is about to be contested on that Hongwu platform!

As we all know, the Hongwu platform is generally used when a great ceremony or a majestic ceremony similar to the succession of the head of the family is held.

The symbolism is extremely significant.

So this time, not only is it a simple competition, but also to distinguish the strongest person of the younger generation of the Sword Pavilion, and then that person will go to the academy with this incomparably heavy honor to carry out the powerful inheritance that once in a hundred years.

The rules of this competition are also extremely simple, unlike the disciples of the Four Pavilions and Eight Peaks, they can all sign up, there are only four places, and these four places are personally selected by Gu Luo, the master of the North Pavilion.

The West Pavilion is skyscraper, the South Pavilion is Shen Mohuang, and the North Pavilion is not Yishui'er, it has become Jingchang, and the original Lu Shen quota in the East Pavilion is now inherited by a disciple of Qingluan Peak who has never heard of it before, named Li Mubai.

Some powerful disciples complained about this, and it was not a pity for Lu Shen to die, but how could a little-known guy get this place so easily?

So that night, a few disciples of the rest of the peak deliberately provoked, but in less than half an hour, Li Mubai was all knocked out of the peak, seriously injured, and unconscious.

It was only at this time that everyone realized that Li Mubai was indeed qualified and strong to inherit this position.

At this point, there were no objections at all.

....

Early in the morning of May.

Looking from the sky, there were countless black lines spreading from all directions to the center on the Hongwu platform, which was large enough to accommodate 10,000 people.

In less than a moment, the top square was filled with a crowd.

Vaguely looking, a total of eleven long lines of people, except for the East Pavilion, the rest of the three pavilions and eight peaks, arranged in an orderly manner.

Gu Luo, the master of the North Pavilion, presided over the meeting, and Li Xuhai of the West Pavilion and Su Ruan, the master of the South Pavilion, also attended in person, which invisibly added a sense of tension and solemnity to the competition.

The most eye-catching thing in the crowd is the South Pavilion, where countless young and beautiful female disciples with outstanding temperament stand together, smiling and smiling, moving and still, it is the most beautiful scenery in heaven and earth, and some disciples who are uncertain are reluctant to look away.

There were only two outsiders on the big stage.

Dong Yuehai stood on the right side above the big platform, and beside him stood a young monk, it was Jiu Nian, and the two were talking softly at this time.

When someone saw this scene, they were surprised to think that there were people from the original academy and Leiyin Temple who came to watch.

Gu Luo stood at the top of the big platform, scanning the audience with more than thousands of people, the mountain wind was blowing, the old man's big sleeves were fluttering, and he was a fairy wind and bones.

Four people walked from the dark crowd to the big platform and stood in the middle.

After half a year of cultivation, Motian could no longer see the injury, and he bowed his head slightly at this time, his face expressionless.

Shen Mohuang is still so sharp, and his fierce sword qi is ready to go, but his eyebrows are becoming more and more mature, and his demeanor is peerless.

Jing Chang's expression was indifferent, and no one knew why he would replace Yi Shui'er.

Of course, the last person who has attracted the most attention of the four is now.

Qingluan Peak's eldest disciple Li Mubai.

I saw that he was wearing a special cyan robe made by Qingluanfeng, with a slender figure, an excellent face, and an indescribable taste.

Gu Luo glanced at everyone, his face was solemn, and he said loudly: "Three thousand years ago, my Sword Pavilion ancestor He Wencong established the Sword Pavilion in the Northland, paving a way for all the disciples in the world who are inspired to become supreme sword cultivators."

"Two thousand five hundred years ago, the Endless Demon Domain attacked the continent's Middle Earth, and my Sword Pavilion ancestor Yuan Huatian led nine heroic sword cultivators from the same sect, and in front of the Fallen Heaven Cliff now, he defended for three days and three nights! Ten people and ten swords, slashed thousands of demons, covered in blood, until the ancient sword was broken, and no one fled. ”

"Eighteen hundred years ago, the Endless Barbarian Seal was shaken, and the alien demon was about to be born, and it was Ning Jianyi, the first head of my Sword Pavilion, who suppressed the ancient demon under the barbaric abyss at the cost of his whole body cultivation, and with the life of one person, he dragged the cultivators of the six holy lands to reinforcements. ”

"And eight hundred years ago..."

Gu Luo said word by word, his voice was heavy and majestic, and the heaviness and vicissitudes in his words came to his face.

There was silence under the Hongwu platform, and even Jiu Nian and Dong Yuehai, two outsiders from the rest of the holy land, had a solemn face.

The Sword Pavilion, one of the Seven Holy Lands, has stood proudly in the north of the continent for thousands of years by relying on these indelible deeds in Gu Luo's mouth, and it has endured for thousands of years.

Gu Luo suddenly retracted his words, looked down, and said solemnly: "As the best disciples of the Sword Pavilion, no matter who wins this competition and goes to the academy, if they do something that damages the foundation and face of my Sword Pavilion, they will be killed by my own hands, understand?"

"Understood!"

The four disciples spoke in unison.

Gu Luo nodded and said, "Begin." ”