"Okay, okay!" Bai Baihong laughed heartily.

Elder Qichuan is a cultivator of the Nether Realm, and it is said that he is condensing the Yuan Shen, and it is only a matter of time before he enters the ranks of great cultivators.

Although Bai Luochen was not favored by Dao Hui, it was a very good result to be able to worship under Elder Qichuan.

Seeing Bai Luochen nodding, Elder Qichuan showed a hint of a smile on his face, stretched out his hand, and a soft breeze floated out.

On the sword altar, Bai Luochen suddenly felt a soft force appear in Zhou, dragging himself towards the stands, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Elder Qichuan.

Elder Qichuan had a smile on his face, and he could tell that his heart should be good.

"Master!" Bai Luochen saluted respectfully, and then consciously retreated to Elder Qichuan, standing quietly aside.

Under the stands, Zhou Dashan patted the dust on it and got up from the ground.

His heart was low, and he looked a little depressed, probably not satisfied with his performance just now.

The elders of the various peaks looked at Zhou Dashan, but they all remained silent, and no one threw an olive branch.

Zhou Dashan's performance was decent, without the slightest eye-catching, so they naturally didn't have any interest.

Seeing this, Elder Moyama shook his head and sighed, "Stand down!"

"Yes!" Zhou Dashan replied, and walked to the waiting area in disappointment.

Disciples like him, who were not selected by the elders of each peak in the competition, would be placed in the pending area, and when the conference was over, they would be uniformly assigned to each peak.

"Sword Order No. 2, come to power!" Elder Sueyama shouted in a deep voice, and the meeting continued.

Hmmm-

Two more figures leaped onto the stage, and after the two introduced each other, they were entangled together.

......

"Sword Order No. 3, come to power!"

......

"Sword Order No. 4 ......"

......

......

After one battle after another, in the stands, Qin smiled and looked at the battle on the sword altar, but he couldn't raise the slightest interest in his heart.

He knew that in the hearts of many disciples, they would not consider joining Lifeng at all.

They came to participate in the Chengmai Conference this time, which is completely a foil.

Hou Yinchen's face was calm, and his eyes had been closed since the conference, and he didn't pay any attention to the battle on the sword altar.

Daozang Zhenren was lying on the desk, drowsy, and Qin's eyelids jumped when he saw it.

Qin Yi shook his head helplessly, sighed secretly in his heart, and didn't have any expectations.

He now hoped that the Chengmai Conference would end sooner, and he was uncomfortable sitting here.

Lifeng's predicament, those people from the hundred schools of Xianmen naturally paid attention to it.

There was a sneer on the corner of their mouths, and they looked in the direction of Qin and the others with a playful expression.

Gu Ling stood behind Linghuayue, pursed her lips disdainfully, and mocked softly, "I see that these old guys of the Taoist Sect are also dizzy, and they even let a boy who has not grown all his hair to be the master of the first peak, now it's a joke!"

Ling Huayue shook her head, and a flash flashed in her eyes

Si Shen meaningful, "These guys from the Dao Sect are very good, but they won't do some meaningless things. ”

Gu Ling was slightly stunned, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Mother, what do you mean......?"

Ling Huayue smiled lightly, "All they want is a flag!"

"Flag?" Gu Ling was puzzled and looked at Ling Huayue suspiciously.

Ling Huayue shook her head, unwilling to say more, her eyes looked in the direction of Dao Hui and the others, thinking thoughtfully.

The intention of Daozong's move, she could guess somewhat. But it was precisely because of this that there was a worry in her heart.

Now Yuhua Pavilion and Dao Sect are facing each other-for-tat, but they maintain a tacit balance.

At this time, if the flag of Pear Peak is really erected, then it is very likely to upset this balance.

This is undoubtedly what Yuhua Pavilion does not want to see.

But now in this situation, she is a little powerless.

Dao Sect pushed Qin Yi to the position of peak master, so he would naturally protect him closely and prevent him from having any accidents.

She looked at the two old men with Qin Yihou's eyes slightly closed, and her heart was a little heavy.

For the sake of Yinchen and Daozang Zhenren, Ling Huayue naturally knows it.

It can be said that with the protection of these two people, even if she takes action in person, she may not be able to hurt Qin in the slightest.

And with the relationship between Qin Yi and Lishan alone, she is also a little unable to do it.

Ling Huayue sighed, her face revealing a complicated thread.

Gu Ling's heart moved slightly, and she glanced at her mother with some surprise.

In her heart, her mother is a decisive person.

She had never seen her say anything like this, and for a moment, it was not a little strange.

Turning her eyes to look at Qin Yi on the opposite side of the stands, a hint of alienation flashed in her eyes.

"It seems that this kid has a lot of secrets!"

Gu Ling thought secretly in her heart, and the corners of her mouth showed a trace of imperceptible curvature.

For Qin Yi, she became very interested.

"Han Litao, win!"

......

"Sword Order No. 36, come to power!" Elder Sueyama snapped, then his shadow flickered and he retreated from the sword altar.

On the sword altar, the two disciples looked at each other with swords.

A teenager, a young girl.

The young man was gorgeously dressed, and the flying sword in his hand spewed out sword qi, which looked quite good.

The girl looks delicate, and there is a heroic spirit between her eyebrows, and the flying sword in her hand is not unsheathed, but there is a fierce aura overflowing.

In the stands, the eyes of the elders of the various peaks lit up, and they did not show any interest.

The young man felt the fierce aura of the girl, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his little face, "Wu Feng, please advise!"

Wu Feng, a son of the Wu family in the hundred families of Xianmen.

Wu Feng is the third son of Wu Renzhi, the great elder of the Wu family, and his talent is still good, so he was sent to the Taoist sect to study.

The girl standing opposite Wu Feng was named Mo Qing, and she was a casual cultivator of unknown origin.

In the eyes of many people, to be able to enter the Taoist Sect, this girl has the luck of going against the sky.

But luck, who's going to say?

If not

has a certain strength, how can a girl be able to pass the layers of Dao Sect screening and appear here?

"Let's make a move!" Mo Qing's voice was calm and soft, and his tone sounded like there was no fluctuation.

She stood quietly in place, her eyes lowered, without the slightest intention of making a move, obviously waiting for Wu Feng to make the first move.

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment, and then a chill appeared on his face.

As the Tianjiao of the Wu family, he has always despised others, when has he been so despised by others? Not to mention that the other party is still a girl!

In his opinion, this was a complete insult to him.

Wu Feng snorted coldly, "It's better for you to strike first!"

Mo Qingxiu raised her eyebrows slightly, the corners of her mouth curled up a little, and sneered, "I'll strike first, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to fight back." ”

"Don't be ashamed!" Wu Feng's face showed a hint of shame and anger, and he said coldly: "Come on!"

The corners of Mo Qing's mouth showed a hint of mockery, and the sword intent spewed, "Since that's the case, then ...... No wonder me!"

Scold!

A loud sword roar sounded from the sword altar, and everyone saw a red light passing in front of them.

Wu Feng felt a sense of crisis, his face changed drastically in an instant, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a red glow was reflected in his eyes.

In a hurry, his wrist moved slightly, and the horizontal sword was blocked.

With a ding, the long sword in Mo Qing's hand accurately pointed at Wu Feng's sword.

Wu Feng suddenly felt an unstoppable force coming from the sword, his arm was numb, and the tiger's mouth shook violently.

Boom!

The flying sword in Wu Feng's hand came out of his hand, and the whole person flew out upside down, slammed on the ground, and slid on the sword altar for a full dozens of meters before stopping.

Wow~

In the stands, there was a shock, and the elders of the major immortal sects stood up in shock.

"This little girl...... It's amazing!"

"What a domineering sword qi!"

"This woman...... It's a big deal!"

"At such a young age, she can cut such a fierce and domineering sword, and her potential is probably no less than that of Qi Mountain!" Ling Huayue's eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy, "Dao Sect is lucky to be able to find such a good seedling." ”

Gu Ling was silent, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

With such terrifying potential, once she grows up, it must be a huge threat to Yuhua Pavilion.

The best way for such geniuses is to strangle them in the cradle.

Ling Huayue felt the murderous aura on Gu Ling, and shouted in a deep voice, "Put away your murderous aura!"

"If they find out about your murderous aura by Daohui, you won't be able to eat and walk away at that time!"

Gu Ling was shocked in her heart, and hurriedly reined in her murderous aura.

Now that they are in the Dao Sect, if they are found to have any crooked thoughts about these new disciples, it will really be a big trouble at that time.

Qin Yi sat in the stands, looking at the girl standing on the sword altar, his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The swordsmanship used by Mo Qing, he had a sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't remember when he had seen it.

This is a very strange phenomenon.

With his current cultivation, though

It is said that it cannot be forgotten, but it should not be remembered so vaguely.

There was a deep doubt in his heart.

After that, Yin Chen and Daozang Zhenren opened their eyes at some point, and they both looked at Mo Qing on the sword altar with a look of surprise.

After a moment, Daozang nodded slowly towards Yinchen.

A glimmer of light flashed in Yin Chen's eyes, and he said secretly: "Sure enough, it's right!"

On the sword altar, Wu Feng sat on the ground with a blank face, looking coldly at the flying sword that fell to the ground in front of him, with a look of disbelief.

I was defeated!?

And it's still a trick...... Lose!

Mo Qing walked over calmly, glanced at Wu Feng lightly, and kicked him off the sword altar with a kick.

In the stands, in the camp of the Wu family of Xianmen, Wu Changqing's face sank like water.

Wu Changqing is the third elder of the Wu family, and he can be regarded as half of Wu Feng's master.

He watched Wu Feng being kicked off the sword altar, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

In any case, Wu Feng is the leader of the Wu family's generation.

He can lose, but he can't lose so ugly!

Moreover, Mo Qing kicked him off the sword altar, which was undoubtedly a slap in the face of their Xianmen Wu family.

He glanced coldly at Mo Qing's shadow, and the fierce light flashed in his eyes.

The people of the Immortal Sect sitting around the Wu family were silent, and they didn't dare to make any moves.

The Wu family ranks high among the hundred Xianmen families, so naturally it is not something they can offend.

Mo Qing didn't notice Wu Changqing's malice at all, she looked at Elder Moshan and asked softly, "Can you announce the result?"

"Oh...... Oh......" Elder Sueyama reacted, nodded quickly, and announced loudly, "Mo Qing, win!"