It's hard to imagine how far a person's appearance will go, and the charm that emanates from his bones makes people want to lock him up in the house and become a confiner.

He walked to the center of the house, and with an imposing force that everyone did not dare to approach, he stretched out his hand to the girl, "I'll take you out of this place." ”

The room was silent when he came out, at least no one in the room could do it but him.

Meng Yao was also stunned for a while, then nodded calmly, no matter what, this young man should be an immortal with such a face, as long as she follows him, even if she does chores, the days to come will not be too sad.

Cheng Ran's jealous eyes were red, and she rushed over frantically, wanting to break the hands of the immortal cultivator, and he was bounced far away before he even got close. One rolls, sits on the ground with his ass, and makes a big joke.

The teenagers looked at each other, and looked at a few more children in front of this village, but they all shook their heads, and in the end, only Meng Yao was lucky enough to have a medium-grade spiritual root, and was taken away by several teenagers.

......

Bai Ling fell last, looked at the girl dressed in white, and frowned a little: "Why are you here, it's not for you to come here." ”

Meng Yao looked at the person who spoke, for many years, the young man was still like that, and the years seemed to have left no trace on his face.

"What am I afraid of, isn't it you?" Meng Yao raised a smile, and the thought that Bai Ling would be by his side made her feel warm all around, and this warmth almost lit up her entire sky.

The two met and laughed, no longer stayed, and a large group of people in front of them, entered the crack, the moment they stepped into the crack, the two immediately felt a Weiya, Naweiya is like a pair of invisible hands, holding the two of them, making it difficult for people to straighten their waists, very uncomfortable.

Many of the steps ahead were obscured by fog, and there were not many pedestrians around, apparently because the rules here made the people around them gradually invisible and unable to help.

Because the foot of the mountain is not arranged in an irregular manner, the steps become shorter and shorter the higher you go, and it is common for monks to meet, which is also the main point of the competition between the two sects.

Bai Ling looked at Meng Yao, whose figure was already hazy, smiled slightly, touched the other party's head, and didn't say a word, but the doting in his eyes lasted forever, until the other party's figure was completely covered by the fog, Bai Ling set off and ran up.

Meng Yao took a deep breath, and the fragility beside Bai Ling disappeared in an instant, his eyes were firm, and he stepped towards the stone steps without hesitation.

The stone steps are wide and flat, but the pressure in all directions makes Meng Yao a little breathless at every step, sweat drops like rain, and the road under her gradually disappears, Meng Yao quietly feels this pressure, and after getting used to it a little, she lifts her feet and continues to climb up.

At this moment, she didn't know that after everyone entered the crack, the giant clouds in the outside world had thousands of shapes, and finally merged together to form a wooden tablet, and the inscription was engraved with everyone's rankings, and she Sun Mengyao was in the last place.

The elders in charge of the square were looking intently at the huge wooden monument.

But I saw that everyone's rankings gradually appeared on the wooden tablet.

"What's going on with this Meng Yao, it's a full ten steps away from the penultimate one, who got her up?" The head of Wind Chime Valley looked at the ranking above, very dissatisfied, the top ten other sects were one less than the other party, and the latter dragged back, which made him feel better, especially his old opponent was still staring at him with a smile on his face.

"The head of the sect, this woman is a disciple of the outer sect, and in the middle of the true qi, it is the name reported by my nephew. It was a white-bearded old man who replied, with a dense sweat on his forehead, staring at the back of the head of the Wind Chime Valley with an ugly expression. There was an urge in his heart to slap his uncompetitive nephew back immediately.

The head of the Wind Chime Valley glanced over, but at a glance, the old man suddenly stiffened like iron and did not dare to move, until the gaze moved back, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his ears smelled: "The competition is over, all the benefits of your nephew's sect are prohibited, the sect is forbidden to pass, and he will be relegated to the bottom of the miscellaneous mountain to clean for a hundred years." ”

"What?" The white-bearded old man's newly calmed breath instantly lifted, and he almost couldn't breathe, this kind of punishment was too torturous, and it was not as pleasant for his nephew as to kill him. However, he didn't dare to have any doubts, so he had to answer: "Yes!"

At this moment, there was a discussion in the square, sometimes exclaiming because of the jump of a certain ranking, and sometimes regretting that someone had not moved for a long time.

In this grand ceremony, it can be said that the competition of all the disciples is secondary, and the real focus is still on the Ling Secret Realm that day.

They will be selected in this competition, and after returning to the sect for a while, the road to cultivation will be smooth, and the resources and rights will be tilted against him.

This is a common practice, and those with excellent talent and perseverance will be valued by all sects.

With the slow passage of time, the ranking gradually stabilized, and the first did not receive any attention, but it was this foundation building disciple named Bai Ling who caused quite a stir in Wind Chime Valley. The person in front of him walked more and more slowly, but Bai Ling's steps fell on the eighth layer of the steps, at the end of the foundation building realm, even the True Qi Cultivator could not compare, which was completely inconsistent with his strength, his gaze moved to the end from time to time, and then looked to the side, feeling the reverse direction of the clouds, wanting to find that familiar feeling, the eighth order He believed that Meng Yao could step on it, and all the disciples had already rushed up, he only needed to accompany Meng Yao to break through the limit;

The brows of the head of Wind Chime Valley have not been relaxed since the beginning of the competition, first Meng Yao and then Bai Ling. are dragging the rankings of sects.

"It seems that our sect has won this time!" said the head of Taixuanzong with a rising smile on the corner of his mouth.

Meng Yao withstood the pressure on her shoulders, her teeth clenched tightly, her upper and lower lips were closed like a slit, and a trace of blood came out of her dry lip shell.

He opened again and exhaled. Lifting his foot and stepping on the eighth layer, the clouds beside him occasionally moved. As soon as he stepped on the eighth floor, there was a shaking, and before Meng Yao could react, an extremely strong pressure instantly covered his shoulders.

It's like a jack of scales, pressed tightly on your back.

Smiled bitterly, what is this called, the body can't be lifted at all, and the limbs are stuck in the clouds.

"Is anyone pushing me?" she cried.

There was no echo in the voice, and the clouds around him did not move, so I am afraid that those people have already gone up!

Meng Yao closed his eyes, this kind of body felt like it wasn't his own, as if his soul had drifted away.

I remembered the scene of soul refining that I saw when I was first brought into the sect, and I instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

After waiting for two days, Meng Yao only felt that her mouth was dry, and even her consciousness was a little unclear! She tried to take a step back and leave this place, but something seemed to be on her body that fixed her dead and couldn't move.

"Ah Ling, I like you!" Meng Yao shouted loudly, as if venting, and as if cheering himself up, "You are a sullen man, fake and serious, you obviously like my master, but you don't realize it!

A tear appeared in the corner of his eye, "Thank you, otherwise I might not have been able to live so freely and so freely!"

Bai Ling saw through the layers of clouds and mist, he couldn't see the road clearly, he couldn't see the people clearly, and the surroundings had already been quiet!

He felt it with his hands and with his body, feeling the feeling that made his heart beat!

Hearing her voice, there was a trace of sweetness in my heart, and there was a trace of chagrin, "This little girl still dares to call herself a master, see how I teach her a lesson then!"

With a dark face, he said: "I know you like me, but you don't need to shout so loudly, it's really not ashamed!"

Meng Yao was stunned, all the blood rushed to the scalp, and she gritted her teeth, "What did you say?"

Bai Ling said, "I like you too!"

Fingers, nose, and feet could not move, only tears fell down his cheeks.

It's been six years!

Bai Ling brushed aside the smoke in front of him, his face was expressionless, and he strode towards the familiar feeling.

The white clouds could witness Bai Ling's eagerness, and Meng Yao's tears, a few steps away, seemed to be thousands of miles away.

She shouted: Bai Ling

Such a loud voice, heart-rending, hands and feet gradually cold, long ago crushed by this unconscious.

In the white clouds, penetrated, no! Looking for it again, I could only touch it, I felt the obstacles, and I didn't hesitate to throw it away.

Without the slightest echo, she suddenly felt a sense of despair, and the blood seemed to begin to spill out of the epidermis, which was caused by too much stress! She was not afraid of death, she was afraid that she had just confessed her heart, but it would be goodbye.

At this moment before death, Meng Yao seemed to be unable to see anything, everything was empty, and the vision in front of her gradually became blurred.

She could hear the sound of her skin cracking, her trembling voice, as if talking to herself: "Bai Ling, since the first time I saw you save me, my heart belongs to you! I haven't told you for many years, and now I finally say it!"

But in the last hand grabbed her, the long-lost feeling made the two pull together tightly, invisible, but touchable.

The viscosity in his hand made Bai Ling frown, and he clearly felt that Meng Yao's breath was disappearing through the pulse in his hand, and he was shocked!

He made a quick decision and retreated down the back steps with her, the cloud seemed to finally dissipate, and the two of them became zero distance.

The girl was covered in blood at the moment, but she was crying like a cat, and she threw herself into his arms, and he hugged her tightly, and wanted to rub it into her body, turn it into blood, and never let go, if she died, this ray of sunshine would be gone.

"Hahaha~ What a pair of beautiful people, this is really envious of others! Do you say yes, the head of the wind, haha~" The head of Taixuanzong smiled heartily, and kept touching his beard on his hand, he was not happy, he didn't care how deep the relationship between the two was, what he wanted was the result of this competition.

The whole face of the head of Wind Chime Valley was black, and the stripes on his head were tangled. He took a few deep breaths of sulk.

"Senior brother, it seems that your apprentice is a lover! But he shouldn't have been in love at this time, and he didn't think about the sect at all!" An elder of Wind Chime Valley said in a cold voice, not even his skin has changed, and he can't hear the meaning of ridicule in half of his words, and he purely tells the facts.

The senior brother he called looked even colder, nodded slightly, stared at the man and woman hugging each other with his eyes like an electric death, and said lightly: "I will no longer be my apprentice soon!" After speaking, the elder said to the master, as if he had no face to stay any longer, and left the place with a flick of his sleeves.