Before the morning light pierced the sky, the bell of the Jingzhu Zen Temple had already sounded.

After the three bells rang, the monks of Hegu Street went to the monastery one after another.

In the Little Vermilion Bird Building, Sang Wenjing gently pushed open the door and walked out.

Luo Honglian stood not far away waiting for her.

"Let's go. ”

Taking Sang Wenjing's hand, Luo Honglian walked towards the palace gate.

In the Changle Palace, Sang Huaqing stood up and walked towards the outside of the hall gate.

"The bell rang over there. ”

Shen Cangqiong stood outside the hall gate and said.

Sang Huaqing walked up to Shen Cangqiong and said, "You first or me first?"

Shen Cangqiong turned his head and said, "You are a big senior, you go first." ”

Sang Huaqing smiled and pointed at Shen Cangqiong.

The time has come, and the Jingzhu Zen Temple is already full of people at this time.

On the high platform, Pang An is talking about the grace of his predecessors,

There was an evil monk standing in the scattered cultivator standing in the audience and said: "Come and go, it's hard to get a bird." ”

The evil cultivator beside him kicked him and said, "If you don't want to die, shut up, that's Pang An above." ”

When the evil monk heard this, his eyes widened and he said, "That old man... That old man is the contemporary sage Pang An?"

The evil cultivator nodded and closed his eyes.

Pang An shook his head and said a bunch of things.

"This old man can still say that. ”

Luo Honglian, who was standing on the gimbal next to her, said.

Seeing Sang Wenjing's puzzled eyes, Luo Honglian explained: "When he followed the fishermen out to sea to find the traces of the immortals, the boat was capsized by the demon beast in the sea, and then somehow floated to the island. At that time, he had not yet stepped into the path of cultivation, so he relied on his mouth to move the island master. ”

Sang Wenjing said: "It's not like it. ”

Luo Honglian asked, "Not like anything?"

The girl shook her head and smiled.

A huge cloud platform slowly appeared in the sky, and a disciple of Taiyi Shuyuan stepped on the cloud and flew up.

"Sun Ye, the dean of Guozheng, and Zhang Ming, who is a casual cultivator, please go to Yuntai. ”

After reading the name, a young man flew out of the crowd, and he flew up to the gimbal with a book.

"Kokushoin, eldest grandson. ”

A black wind blew, and a masked man in a black robe stood opposite.

"Loose cultivation, Zhang Ming. ”

There was a lot of talk in the crowd below,

"This eldest grandson Ye seems to be the son of the president of the National Academy?"

"Yes, I heard that his ethereal piercing wind has been cultivated to the realm of transformation. ”

"This Zhang Ming's cultivation is not low, I just came out and seemed to see a black wind?"

"I also saw it, what is the origin of this person?"

"I've never heard of it. ”

At this time, the two people on the gimbal had already fought,

Zhang Ming took a short sword and instantly came to the front of Changsun Ye,

And the book in Changsun Ye's hand kept flipping with the wind,

Then an extremely transparent film of light appeared around him,

After the short sword in Zhang Ming's hand hit the light film, the whole person was instantly shaken away, and at the same time, the book in Changsun Ye's hand no longer turned, but stopped at the last page, only to see that the page was written, and the breeze was coming.

The surrounding aura was gradually gathered by the wind, and slowly those aura turned into a sword and aimed at Zhang Ming who was flying in the air.

And Zhang Ming was like being stunned at this time, and the whole person didn't react.

"Extinguish. ”

Eldest Sun Ye opened his mouth and said.

The sword quickly stabbed towards Zhang Ming, but just as he was about to stab, Zhang Ming's whole person turned into a gust of black wind and floated behind Changsun Ye.

Changsun Ye hurriedly flipped through the book in his hand again,

A gust of wind bounced Zhang Ming away,

Changsun Ye changed his move again, and a wall of wind appeared in front of him,

After pinching the law, the wind wall quickly attacked Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming raised his hand holding the sword, and a gust of black wind suddenly covered the audience.

When the black wind dissipated, I saw Zhang Ming holding the short sword in his hand against Changsun Ye's neck.

"I won. ”

Zhang Ming said in a low voice.

Changsun Ye smiled helplessly and raised his right hand.

"Winner, Zhang Ming. ”

A disciple of Taiyi Shuyuan came to the stage and said.

Looking at Zhang Ming on the gimbal, someone in the crowd suddenly said, "I remember! The Black Wind Sect from sixty-three years ago!"

"Yes, I said that his black wind is so familiar. ”

"But hasn't the Black Wind Sect been wiped out?"

"This Zhang Ming is very likely to be a disciple of the Black Wind Sect. ”

"I heard that the Haoyue Sword, the treasure of the town sect in the Black Wind Sect, has disappeared. ”

"Could it be the sword in his hand?"

"Yes or no, just look for it. ”

Listening to the discussion below, Pang An gave a gentle sigh.

The discussion came to an abrupt end.

This fight lasted for three days,

The number of people in the field is gradually thinning,

Finally, on the morning of the third day,

The disciple of Taiyi Shuyuan, who was on the roll call, took the bamboo slip and said: "Penglai Island Sang Wenjing, Xuanming Sect Buyun." ”

When the two names were heard, someone in the crowd said,

"Is there such a person on Penglai Island?"

"Haven't heard of it. ”

"I haven't heard of it either. ”

"Look at this little girl's cultivation seems to have opened up the middle realm, and that Buyun opened up the peak of seclusion six years ago, which is difficult to do. ”

"I heard that Buyun's methods are quite cruel, and this little girl is afraid that she will die on it this time. ”

"That's not necessarily, people are also from Penglai Island, and then look at her surname, I don't think it's easy to say. ”

On the small cloud platform, Sang Wenjing stood up and floated upward.

On the other side, Buyun turned into a streamer and flew directly onto the gimbal.

"Although you are a little girl, you are in my way, so I have to pinch you to death. ”

Buyun reached out and grabbed it.

But what Buyun didn't expect was that the girl in front of her, who looked weak, directly used her spiritual power to attack her.

Sang Wenjing came to Bu Yun's side and slammed a palm into Bu Yun's heart.

That palm was accompanied by an unimaginable icy aura,

Buyun gasped and hurriedly flew to the side.

"No, this palm has to be faster. ”

Sang Wenjing looked at her hand and said to herself.

"Look for death!"

Bu Yun gathered the aura into the palm of his hand and rushed towards Sang Wenjing.

Looking at Bu Yun, who was attacking her, Sang Wenjing shook her head.

Then his body shook to the side, and a vine drew towards Buyun.

"Stepping on the greedy wolf star position, it's a pity that the sinking momentum is insufficient. ”

Seeing Sang Wenjing shaking to the side, Bu Yun hurriedly retreated.

Just as he took a step back, the vine snapped over.

That moment directly hit Buyun's leg, and I saw that there were still some toxins attached to the wound.

Sang Wenjing instantly shook behind Buyun and stretched out her fist,

Seeing that the green spiritual power gradually covered the entire fist, the girl let out a low shout, bowed slightly, and hit Buyun's back with a fist.

Bang!

Bu Yun's whole person flew out directly.

Buyun adjusted his body in the air, and stood on the ground after a few turns in the air.

"Ming. Bu Yun pinched his fingers, and the whole person slowly disappeared from the field.

There was silence and no sound. Sang Wenjing closed her eyes and used spiritual power as her heart eye, sensing everywhere.

Suddenly, a gust of wind sounded, and Buyun appeared beside Sang Wenjing,

Just when Bu Yun wanted to kill with one blow, he suddenly saw Sang Wenjing turn his head and smile to himself with his eyes closed.

Oh no!" Bu Yun thought to himself.

Syllable!

Sang Wenjing stretched out her palm, and with the ice aura attached to her hand, she slapped it in front of Buyun.

The meridians were covered by the cold qi, and Bu Yun's whole person rolled to the side.

Then endless vines wrapped around Buyun's body,

Those vines were absorbing the aura from Buyun's body as if they were sucking blood,

Buyun turned over with difficulty and tried to stand up.

Then a fireball appeared in Sang Wenjing's palm,

That fireball is getting bigger and bigger,

Sang Wenjing raised her hand and looked at Buyun in front of her expressionlessly and said, "Seventy-two steps of earth evil, in fact, it is not used like this. ”

Looking at the bigger and bigger fireballs on his head, Bu Yun's head kept breaking out in a cold sweat,

He saw that there was no emotion in Sang Wenjing's eyes at all, as if he was doing something very ordinary.

Is this guy still a disciple of Penglai? Is she really going to kill herself!

Bu Yun wanted to gather the aura to his feet, but the aura in his body was frozen so that he couldn't flow at all.

"I throw in the towel!"

Buyun raised his right hand and shouted loudly at Pang An.

Pang An tilted his head as if he hadn't heard this.

"Didn't you hear that old fellow!?I admit defeat!I admit defeat!Hey!"

At this time, Buyun completely lost the momentum just now,

At the moment of life and death, what is face?

The disciple in charge of the roll call sighed helplessly, flew to the cloud platform and said, "Shengfang, Sang Wenjing of Penglai Island." ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at Bu Yun with disdain.

"What kind of expression do you have! Is it shameful to be afraid of death?"

Bu Yun yelled at the disciple.

But the fireball in Sang Wenjing's hand was still expanding,

Buyun shouted around, "Who is going to take this madman away! I have already conceded defeat! Take this madman down!"

But there was still no one to pay attention to him,

The fireball seemed to have reached its limit, and finally stopped expanding,

Sang Wenjing pressed the fireball in her hand towards Buyun.

The temperature around is getting higher and higher,

Buyun shouted loudly with his eyes closed.

After a long time, Buyun was still there shouting,

Someone in the crowd under the gimbal shouted: "Stop shouting, shout something, don't be ashamed." ”

Hearing this, Bu Yun slowly opened her eyes, only to see Sang Wenjing still standing in place, but she was covering her mouth and laughing at this time.

Bu Yun hurriedly touched himself, it's okay, he didn't die.

"I won, thank you for this brother. ”

Sang Wenjing saluted Buyun and flew towards the small cloud platform.

"Cut, I thought this guy was so powerful, he was whipped by a vine and started to go crazy, talking nonsense alone. ”

"It's just that it's a shame to still be at the peak. ”

"I was confused by a little psychic technique, and in this state of mind, let's go back and be an ancestor for others. ”

"That little girl is not good at stubble, just touching Buyun, he is like crazy. ”

Buyun, who came back to his senses, finally understood that he had just fallen for illusion.

"Stop!"

Bu Yun shouted angrily at Sang Wenjing.

Sang Wenjing turned around and asked, "Is there anything else with Senior Brother?"

Bu Yun pointed at Sang Wenjing and looked at it for a long time.

"Since Senior Brother is fine, then I'll go down first. ”

Bu Yun looked at Sang Wenjing, and suddenly clenched his fists into claws and rushed towards Sang Wenjing.

"Didn't I say that, if it's all right, then go down first. ”

Sang Wenjing stopped where she was and said.

Buyun only felt that his body was weak and fell.

"Senior brother, sometimes, it's better to live than to die, what do you say?"

Sang Wenjing turned around and looked at Bu Yun indifferently and said.

"Somebody dragged that shameful guy down for me. ”

The elder of the Xuanming Sect said.

Sang Wenjing, who flew off the gimbal, returned to Luo Honglian's side,

Sima Zhongru, who was standing next to him, pursed his lips and said, "Senior sister has learned a lot from my aunt these days. ”

Luo Honglian sighed.

Sima Zhongru hurriedly covered his mouth.

"Auntie, your mind trick is so good. ”

Sang Wenjing took Luo Honglian's hand and said.

Luo Honglian smiled and said, "That's it, don't look at who revised this psychic technique." ”

Sima Zhongru, who was standing next to him, just wanted to speak, and then met Luo Honglian's eyes, so he lowered his head and was silent.

At this time, the roll call disciple walked out with a bamboo slip with a serious expression.

"In the next round, Zhang Muzhi of Taiyi Academy, scattered cultivation, Mengbai. ”

After reading it, he put away the bamboo slip and stepped on the clouds and flew towards the cloud platform.

One of the Dao boys in the crowd also flew up.

Seeing Mengbai fly onto the gimbal, Zhang Muzhi saluted Mengbai dignifiedly.

Meng Bai smiled and waved his hand and said, "This senior brother doesn't have to be so polite. ”

Zhang Muzhi nodded.

"This little guy is from Quenching Dream Valley?"

Pang An asked.

Fang Han, who was sitting on the side, nodded and said, "Looking at his dress and the sword on his back, I think he is that person's apprentice." ”

"He's kind of found a successor. ”

Pang An said with a smile.