In the middle of winter, there is an icy cold snap in the air.

There is little snow in the barren state, and it hasn't snowed for some years.

I don't know if there will be some snowflakes in the sky this winter.

Some of the big names in the sect don't care about these things.

Meaningless things like snow are often dispensable in their eyes.

But for many new disciples who have just entered the door, they are very concerned about this issue.

These people, who have just entered the sect, have not completely severed their ties with the world, so they will naturally remember these things in their hearts.

For many people, the symbol of winter is snow. In the winter without snow, there will always be a deficiency in people's hearts.

Calculate the time, at this time, it should be almost the mundane New Year!

When these new disciples enter the mountain, it means that they will cut off contact with the world.

From now on, they will no longer have the concept of the New Year, because the spiritual world does not promote this.

The weather was a little dry, and the cold wind howled by, making the faces of the disciples standing in the middle of the field red.

These disciples, the highest cultivation is only the first son to be on the camera, so naturally they can't completely ignore the invasion of this cold wind.

In the stands, Qin Yi was sitting in a precarious position, looking at his nose and nose, his nose and heart, and the whole person was tense, not daring to relax a little.

After all, he is now the master of Lifeng Peak, representing the face of Yifeng.

Although Yin Chen and Daozang Zhenren didn't make him too nervous, he still couldn't relax in the face of these big names from the major immortal sects.

Yinchen and Daozang sat behind him, looking at his tense body, feeling a little helpless, but they didn't say anything more.

Qin Yi is the master of Lifeng Peak, and he always has to learn to adapt to these things.

Under the stands, hundreds of new disciples had already assembled and stood straight in the middle of the field.

The cold wind whistled by, and the four peak masters of Dao Hui, Dao Xuan, Dao Chen, and Jiuxi led the elders of each peak from a distance and sat down one after another.

Elder Moshan stopped as he passed by Qin Yi's seat.

He looked at Qin Yi, hesitated, and bowed slightly, "I've seen the Pear Peak Peak Lord!"

Qi Chuan, Ku Jiu and the others glanced at each other, and finally saluted respectfully, and said in unison: "I have seen the Pear Peak Lord!"

Although Qin Yi inherited the Pear Peak Peak Lord, everyone disagreed a little in their hearts.

But now that Qin Yi has become the Lord of Lifeng Peak, even if they have more opinions, it is useless.

Now in front of outsiders, in front of the hundred schools of Xianmen, they still have to give due respect.

Qin Yi watched the elders salute, and quickly stood up, a little at a loss for a moment, "Everyone...... Elders, please take a seat!"

Sueyama and the others bowed their heads, turned into their respective seats, and sat down.

As soon as Qin saw that everyone was seated, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat down.

On the chief, Dao Hui calmly watched this scene and did not say much.

Dao Xuan looked at Yin Chen and Dao Zang Zhenren who were sitting behind Qin Yihou, sighed in his heart, and retracted his gaze without a trace.

Dao Chen's eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to have nothing

I care, quietly waiting for the conference to begin.

Jiuxi looked coldly at Ling Huayue on the opposite seat, with a cold light in his eyes.

Ling Huayue didn't avoid it, her snow neck was slightly raised, she looked at Jiuxi with a provocative face, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Jiuxi snorted coldly, turned his head away, and stopped looking at her.

If it weren't for the fact that it was now the Inheritance Conference, she would definitely not back down, and she would have to teach the other party a lesson.

Dao Hui watched the two of them go toe-to-toe and sighed helplessly.

He looked up at the hour, waited for a while, and then stood up, "Today is the inheritance of the new disciples of my Dao Sect, thanks to all the Immortal Sect Dao friends, thank you in advance here!"

As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the major immortal gates in the stands, and bowed slightly.

"The real person is polite!" The people from the major immortal sects stood up one after another, and at the same time respectfully saluted towards the Dao Emblem.

Even the Yuhua Pavilion, which was not dealing with the Dao Sect, stood up at this moment and saluted with everyone.

Dao Hui is now recognized as the first person in the Kyushu cultivation world, no matter what kind of intentions these people have to come to participate in the Inheritance Meeting, but for Dao Emblem, they are respected from the bottom of their hearts.

Dao Hui nodded slightly, waved his hand, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoists, please sit down!"

"Thank you, real person!" everyone shouted in unison and sat down one after another.

After everyone sat down, Dao Hui looked at the disciples who were waiting in the field, without too much verbosity, and said directly, "Chengmai, start!"

Knock –

As Daohui's words fell, a long bell rang, and the Chengmai Conference officially began.

Elder Sueyama flew down from the stands and walked onto the sword altar.

He looked around at the disciples under the altar and said, "The Inheritance Pulse Conference aims to select the best. Today, the old man is the referee, and you can go all out to shoot without any scruples. ”

"Whether you can be favored by the elders of the sect and accepted as a disciple depends on your own performance!"

As he spoke, he waved his big hand, and a stream of spiritual light emanated, falling precisely into the hands of each disciple.

"The sword in your hand is engraved with numbers, and two people with the same number are opponents. ”

Moyama shouted: "Now, No. 1 Sword Order, come to power!"

Swish!

Two shadows leaped up from the crowd and appeared on the sword altar.

One of them is a **-year-old brocade boy who should be a child of a family.

The other one was an ordinary-looking teenager who looked a little honest.

"My name is Zhou Dashan, and I ask my senior brother for more advice. The honest young man said with a smile.

The brocade-clothed young man glanced at Zhou Dashan with disdain, and snorted coldly, "Bai Luochen, please advise!"

In the stands, among the seats of the hundred schools of Xianmen, an old man in white looked at the sword altar with a smile.

He is Bai Hong, the chief elder of the Bai family in the Hundred Immortal Sects, and Bai Luochen in the audience is his own grandson.

"Old man Bai, congratulations!, Ling Sun is already on the camera for the first time at a young age!" Helan Tian of the Helan family on the side said with a smile.

The Helan family is also one of the hundred families in Xianmen, and the ranking is close to the Bai family, Guan

The department has always been good.

"Haha, Luo Chen, this kid has a good talent, if he can get the favor of any real person, he will definitely be the pillar of optimus of my Bai family in the future!" Bai Baihong said proudly.

His eyes looked in the direction of the first Dao Hui and the others in the stands, revealing a look of anticipation.

The Bai family belongs to the middle of the immortal gate, and it is not easy to get a genius like Bai Luochen, so he naturally hopes to be able to worship under the disciples of Dao Hui or Dao Xuan, and revitalize the family in the future.

"With Luo Chen's talent, it shouldn't be difficult to get the favor of several real people. Helan Tian said with a smile.

Bai Baihong laughed, and he could see that his heart was good.

In the middle of the field, Elder Sueyama saw that the two of them were ready, and he shouted, start!

"Let's make a move!" Bai Luochen glanced at Zhou Dashan contemptuously, and said lightly.

Bai Luochen has been sought after since he was a child, and in the face of a humble Zhou Dashan, with his arrogance, he is naturally reluctant to strike first.

"Thank you, brother. Zhou Dashan said simply, then pulled out the iron sword in his hand and rushed towards Bai Luochen awkwardly.

Bai Luochen looked at Zhou Dashan's messy footwork, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of disdain.

Looking at the iron sword stabbed by Zhou Dashan, his shape moved slightly, his footwork changed, and he avoided the sword stabbed by Zhou Dashan sideways.

Zhou Dashan saw that the sword missed, his wrist turned, and the iron sword in his hand cut horizontally, directly taking Bai Luochen's neck.

Bai Luochen's face was calm, and his waist was bent down, bending into a strange ninety degrees.

Zhou Dashan's iron sword was close to the tip of Bai Luochen's nose and slashed in front of his eyes.

His eyes were calm, without the slightest fluctuation, as if everything was expected by him.

In Bai Luochen's eyes, Zhou Dashan's speed of swinging his sword was too slow, and he couldn't pose the slightest threat to him at all.

In the stands, the elders of the hundred schools of Xianmen were discussing.

With their eyesight, they could naturally see that Zhou Dashan was not Bai Luochen's opponent at all.

The pace at the foot of Zhou Dashan was messy, and there was no pattern at all.

And Bai Luochen is the palm treasure of the Bai family of Xianmen, and his practice is naturally a superior method.

Under Bai Luochen's law, the sword wielded in Zhou Dashan's hand could not touch the corner of Bai Luochen's clothes at all.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhou Dashan's defeat was only a matter of time.

At the head of the stands, Dao Hui looked at the two people fighting on the sword altar, nodded slightly, and showed satisfaction on his face.

"This kid from the Bai family is not bad, he is a manufacturable material. Dao Chen didn't know when he opened his eyes and said softly.

"What, you're interested?" Dao Xuan asked with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

Daochen smiled and shook his head, "It's still almost." ”

Dao Xuan showed a look that was really like this.

Although Bai Luochen is young, it is already good to be able to reach such a realm.

But for an existence of Dao Chen's level, his talent was still a little worse.

Nan Li, Jiang Qian, Qiao Qing'er, none of them are the existence of a genius close to a demon, only such a peerless genius can cause it

Their attention.

Phew!

While everyone was talking, a loud sword roar erupted in the sword altar, and the sword in Bai Luochen's hand was unsheathed!

As the treasure in the palm of the Bai family, the flying sword in Bai Luochen's hand is naturally not ordinary.

Feihong, a second-grade flying sword, was personally selected by Bai Baihong for Bai Luochen.

Airplanes!

A red light slashed, and the iron sword in Zhou Dashan's hand clicked, and it was instantly broken into two.

Boom!

Bai Luochen's form changed, and he instantly appeared in front of Zhou Dashan, who was still immersed in the shock of the broken sword.

He threw out his whip leg and slammed it on Zhou Dashan, and Zhou Dashan instantly flew out upside down and fell off the sword altar.

"Bai Luochen, win!"

As soon as Zhou Dashan landed, the shadow of Elder Moshan appeared on the sword altar and announced the results of the competition.

"Wow~" There was a burst of cheers all around.

Bai Luochen stood quietly beside Elder Moshan, his face calm, for him, there was nothing to show off about this victory.

In the stands, all the elders who saw Bai Luochen's performance nodded one after another, with approval in their eyes.

"Not arrogant or impatient, calm and calm, not bad, not bad!" Elder Qichuan nodded and commented.

"Bai Luochen, you are willing to enter my door and become a member of Qingtian Peak. He stood up and looked at Bai Luochen in the audience with a smile.

Bai Luochen glanced at Dao Hui and the others at the top of the stands, and saw that they did not react.

He was silent for a while, then looked at Qi Chuan and bowed slightly, "The disciple is willing!"