Han Yan could hear what he said, and the nervous color on the pretty one flashed, and secretly his palms were clenched, and he wanted to stop Bing Mengyue from continuing to ask, but at this time, it seemed that this was not allowed.

"Although the master and his old man are expensive to overhaul the gods, they are the most peaceful, maybe ......"

A smile flashed in Ye Hanqing's beautiful eyes, and she said gently.

"Okay, the junior fighting method below has begun, let's see if there are any outstanding disciples this time!"

Seeing that she looked like she was 'seducing' her disciple, Shi Jiaojiao's face was flat, and she urged with some taste.

The beauties have a lot of comparisons, Shi Jiaojiao has an extraordinary background, and her own qualifications are not weak, but compared to Ye Hanqing, who is a disciple of the pavilion master and the proud daughter of the sect's heavenly spirit, even her appearance is a step worse, and she can be said to fall below everywhere.

It's no wonder that he feels uncomfortable, although there are many thorns in his words, but he also knows that he doesn't say too much, otherwise it will be really difficult to end.

When Han Yan heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief, with her cleverness, she could naturally see Shi Jiaojiao's hostility towards Ye Hanqing, and even a trace of hostility towards herself.

But as long as she diverted from the topic and stopped focusing on Ye Hanqing's cultivation, she was afraid of this.

Secretly pulled Bing Mengyue's palm, signaling her not to continue talking, so as not to show her feet.

Bing Mengyue just shrank her neck timidly at the two, put away her previous curiosity, and turned her head to look at the scene outside the window.

The four girls who have their own thoughts, as well as the four spirits of the clouds who have been looking out of the window, but their hearts are all on the four girls, no one has noticed that Xia Qiongya's gaze has been vaguely falling on Bing Mengyue.

"Is it her?"

Xia Qiongya's eyes were full of confusion and doubts, as well as a trace of reminiscence.

Suddenly, Bing Mengyue turned her head suddenly, as if she saw him looking at herself, and then smiled shyly at him, turned her head with crimson cheeks, and continued to look outside.

"It's impossible, she's been dead for a hundred years, but it's too similar, and it hasn't changed at all!"

After taking a deep look at Bing Mengyue, Xia Qiongya retracted her gaze and looked out the window.

At this time, on the sixty fighting platforms in the square, there were two foundation-building monks, who were catching the fighting method, and it was in full swing.

Everyone knows that as long as you can stand out in the fighting method, you can worship the Cloud Pavilion and rise to the top from then on.

Although it is stipulated that you can't kill people, but when you get on the fighting platform, who will care about this?

Especially those monks with good backgrounds, in the face of their opponents, as soon as they make a move, they will not die, and they can't wait to kill their opponents directly, so that they can quickly advance.

In the corridors of these fighting platforms, there are more than a dozen Jiedan monks shuttling back and forth, always paying attention to the situation of the two sides fighting.

Their job is to intervene when necessary to separate the two sides so as not to cause unnecessary damage.

But in such a situation, it is also an opportunity for them to accumulate wealth, and it is not uncommon for their elders to turn a blind eye to the use of improper means in secret, and their elders have given these law enforcement monks benefits.

Most of those who were killed were also rootless and unscrupulous, and no one cared about them, seeking justice for them.

Around the square, countless monks surrounded and watched with relish, and in the surrounding tall buildings, crowds gathered.

The various shops built next to the square also made a lot of money.

Because of the number of people, although there are 60 fighting platforms in use, each meeting lasts about ten days.

And it was only carried out for six hours during the day, so that the monks could gather information about their opponents and make full preparations.

As time passed, the fighting methods came to an end, and this gathering of apprentices came to an end.

Some people are happy and some are worried, the disciples recruited by Yunxiao Pavilion every time are only hundreds, and they are selected from tens of thousands of monks, and their cruelty can be imagined.

Those who won were naturally overjoyed, and those who retreated because of the failure of the fighting method were depressed, but it was not a big deal, only those who were seriously injured in the fighting method were uncomfortable for this.

Not to mention, there are countless people who have lost their lives in the fighting method.

Among these onlookers, there is a pair of eyes that have been staring at the private room belonging to the Tianjiao who presided over the conference in the Sky Pavilion.

......

"There's some trouble in this matter!"

In a corner, Wang Mo frowned, looking at the private room, his eyes flickering.

Seeing that the conference was coming to an end, and in the Sky Pavilion and his party, he finally saw the people he wanted to see, and they were all among them, Wang Mo made up his mind that he wanted to meet him no matter what.

But with his current cultivation, he still felt a few faint breaths around him, which made his heart palpitate, and he knew that it was absolutely impossible to force his approach.

Come to think of it, the Tianjiao figures of the generation of Yunxiao Pavilion are all here, how can there be a reason not to protect them secretly?

What made Wang Mo's heart a little anxious was that looking at the situation of this conference, after the end, they and his party would inevitably rush back to Yunxiao Pavilion, where would they have a chance to get close to it then?

Originally, he planned to disguise himself as a foundation building monk and blend into the fighting method, but to his helplessness, all the monks who participated in the fighting method would enter a special formation to explore the bones.

As the name suggests, it is to look for bones to determine the age of a monk.

Even though Wang Mo was confident that his own breathing technique could be concealed from the late Yuan Infant cultivator with caution, there was really nothing he could do about this kind of formation that directly explored the inside of the body.

At a loss, Wang Mo had to charter a private room near the window in a restaurant around the square, hoping to find a suitable opportunity.

But when it came to the end, there was no progress.

If he breaks through strongly, with his current cultivation, ten percent of them will fall into this square.

For the sake of caution, he also brought the bloody clothes with the double fox with him, but he hid them for a while.

Through the perception of bloody clothes, Wang Mo's heart was even more shocked.

There were no less than ten Yuanying monks hidden in the secret, and there were three in the late Yuanying period alone, and there was even a bloody cloth at this time that made them feel frightened, which was definitely the Yuanying Great Perfection.

In the face of such a potential opponent, Wang Mo also had to restrain his temperament, for fear of attracting the attention of these strong people.

Time passed, and the gathering finally ended.

With a burst of cheers, the private room on the high platform, facing the square, flickered with a streamer, and then all opened.

Yunxiao Pavilion and his party stood at the edge, and one of them, an unusually handsome man, took a jade slip from below.

With a slight sweep of his divine sense, he was about to crush the jade slip in his hand.

A peculiar fluctuation of vitality then spread, forming a huge curtain of light, on which rows of subtitles showed that during this conference, the foundation building monks who were able to enter the Cloud Pavilion were able to enter.

In the box, the moment he saw the handsome man, Wang Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, he secretly gritted his teeth, and his body shook and he walked out of the box.

......

At the same time, far away in the south of the Demon Domain, the location of the Heavenly Demon Abyss, which was originally the location of the Heavenly Demon Yuan, had turned into a strange land at this time.

It was decades ago, because of a sudden change, the Langya Secret Realm that came out of the void directly, and at this time, its area directly occupied the south of the Demon Domain.

Instead of the original earth, it is connected to Tianyun Prefecture in the northeast, Tianhuo Prefecture in the southeast, Gulong Mountains in the south, and Tianfeng Prefecture in the southwest, which is a state of a quarter of its size.

Although this place is due to the special rules originally formed by the Langya Secret Realm, the collision with the rules of the Tianfeng Continent makes this place mostly surrounded by spatial cracks.

Although the passage of time is slowly decreasing, even some people who are not afraid of death and want to win the treasure inside have explored some patterns.

But this place is still a land of dreams and demons who have no life.

The spatial storm that blows from time to time, even if the Yuanying Monk can't dodge, will instantly disappear in it, let alone other monks.

At this moment, a swarthy old man with a rickety figure, stretching out his linen robe, and a pitch-black long-pole smoke pot pinned to his waist, like an old peasant, was standing impatiently on a huge piece of earth and rock in the southeast infested by a long space storm.

The position where it was standing was just out of the range covered by the space storm.

This person was none other than Li Yuyang, the sect leader of the Refining Weapon Sect.

"These two little devils, invite the old man to meet, but no one has come, they really don't know how to respect the old and love the young!"

Cursing fiercely, as if he had been waiting for a long time, Li Yuyang's wrinkled old face was full of impatience, but his seemingly casual appearance, in his small eyes, there was a flash of essence and cunning from time to time.

Just when he didn't know how long he had been waiting, and he kept cursing in his mouth, two rays of light flashed in the distance of the sky, one red and one black, hidden and abnormal, if it weren't for the extremely strong cultivator, he couldn't see the slightest clue.

"Hmph, the two little devil cubs, if they can't tell the truth, whether there is a way to break through to the upper realm, they will definitely not be able to deal with them in the future!"

Li Yuyang, who was originally chattering, looked up at the moment when the two faint lights appeared, and cursed fiercely in his mouth.

"Haha, let Li Lao wait for a long time!"

After a while, the two rays of light fell, and as soon as the light fell, two monks with extremely outstanding aura and temperament were revealed, one of whom was a middle-aged man in a rolling gold robe, and said with a hearty smile.

"I'm really sorry to keep Li Lao waiting for a long time, you also know that the space here is extremely unstable, and you can't use teleportation powers, so it's a little slow to hurry!"

Another white-haired monk with white bones on his right side of his face also took a few steps forward, bowed to him, and smiled apologetically.

These two people are the two great god cultivators of the Demon Domain, Helian Yun and Luo Chonglou.

"Hehe, my old man is used to waiting, but I don't care about this time, anyway, they are all people who are about to enter the ground, sit and sit, the old man has prepared good wine!"

Li Yuyang smiled, didn't see the anxious jumping feet before, as if he had changed a person, and took out a set of eating and drinking utensils with a flip of his wrist.

Then he flattened a piece of ground with one palm, took out the table and chairs, sat down on his own, picked up the flask and drank it with his head up.

"Hehe, in that case, I'll talk while drinking!"

Helian Yun smiled slightly, sat down on another chair without any exception, picked up another wine jug on the table, and filled the wine glasses one by one.

Seeing this, Luo Chonglou also sat on the side, but he didn't drink with a wine glass, but watched Li Yuyang drink bitterly, as if he was waiting for something.