"Han Zixie, I will definitely win you this time!" said Bei Ying Quanke calmly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just that after hearing Beiyingquan Ke's words, the young people of Ziyin Village were not calm, and all of their faces changed drastically, and they looked at Han Zixie in shock.

"He is Han Zixie, the third immortal of Xianyin Village, Han Zixie?"

"Brother Quan Ke was just been..."

"The monk's belt... I thought it was so familiar, it turned out that he..."

Those young people were red and red-faced, as if they had been slapped hard in the face by an invisible slap, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to look at Han Zixie.

The great elder of Ziyin Village actually knew Han Zixie's identity for a long time, because of the auspicious cloud belt on Han Zixie's waist, how could he not see it, but those young people in Ziyin Village had not seen what the monk belt of Xianyin Village looked like, they had only heard of it.

In addition, there is no one in the eyes of these young people, and the reason why the Great Elder of Ziyin Village doesn't care about them is because these young people are usually too domineering, and it is better to let them suffer and frustrate their spirit.

"I'm waiting for you. Han Zixi smiled slightly, and walked past the North Stygian Spring Ke with the excited Hu Kai and walked towards the village.

Bei Ying Quan Ke turned around and looked at Han Zixie's departing back, and a strong fire of battle rose in his purple pupils.

When the last day was the time to come, the entire Zhan Nanzhou had already come to participate in the monk examination, and most of them were arranged in Dongcheng.

However, of the three affiliated hidden villages of Xianyin Village, only Ziyin has arrived, and Lingyin Village and Wuyin Village have not yet arrived.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the sky at the gate of Xianyin Village finally appeared a trace of abnormality, a touch of green faintly appeared, and then turned into a monstrous sky, and a huge green sword qi pierced through the sky from the distance and came quickly.

With a bang, the green lightsaber fell from the sky, turning into a group of people in front of the gate of Xianyin Village, there were men and women, old and young, all of them didn't have too many expressions on their faces, Lingyin Village is coming!

The leaders were still Ling Yin and Elder Li, and there were dozens of young talents standing behind them, among which the three people standing at the front were Ouyang Luxing, Zhou Xiang and Xuejian, and the other young people were also young monks in Lingyin Village, all of them were very young, but they didn't have the pride of Ziyin Village.

Ouyang Luxing was dressed in a light yellow gauze dress, her expression was dignified, her facial features were delicate, her eyebrows were slender, her skin was no longer dark, her teeth were white, her posture was beautiful, but her left sleeve was slightly shaking, making her look like an indescribable beauty at this moment.

She was a little taller than the last time Han Zixi saw her, her body was slender, convex and backward, more and more feminine, but there was expectation in her beautiful eyes, but more complex and bitter.

Zhou Xiang's face was less chic and more dull, but his face was still resolute, and when he looked at Ouyang Luxing, there was loneliness in his eyes, but he was also firm.

The most surprising thing is Bloodie, he is still wearing his blood-colored robe, his handsome face, his skin is still so pale, and his appearance and figure are the same as before, there is no change, he still looks like a teenager!

Just when Lingyin Village arrived, the sky outside the gate of Xianyin Village suddenly darkened, and I saw the sky in the distance surging, and a large amount of fog appeared, rushing towards the gate of Xianyin Village.

The people of Lingyin Village all looked up at the clouds and mist in the sky, including the Northern Underworld Army guarding them, but when those Northern Underworld Soldiers saw the clouds, a wave of disdain rose on their faces.

The mist soon appeared above the village gate, turning into a storm of mist, which swirled rapidly from the sky to the earth, rolling up gusts of wind and sand, and finally dissipated, also turning into a group of people.

Wu Yin stood at the front, his expression was a little heavy, and he glanced at Ling Yin, but did not speak.

In the crowd behind the fog invisibility, the eccentric little girl named Bai Zhu'er, who used to come to Xianyin Village to participate in the Little Monk Dabi, was not there, only her sister Bai Meng was there, and she had grown into a beautiful woman.

The rest of the young monks from Wuyin Village, they were all the same as those young monks in Lingyin Village, they didn't have any expression on their faces, and these people in Wuyin Village felt that their age was a little too old, about twenty years old.

"Let's go!" Ling Yin glanced at those Northern Underworld Soldiers, his eyes narrowed slightly, he took a deep breath, and led everyone towards the passage.

Elder Li also sighed secretly, shook his head slightly, his expression was a little bitter, and followed Ling Yin's side.

"Let's go too. Wu Yin tidied up his clothes, and then spoke lightly.

The sky is blue and blue, as clear as a transparent mirror, and the thick white clouds, like a cotton, are like waves, hanging on this side of the sky, embellishing the sky, decorating the sky, poetic and picturesque.

A ray of sunlight shone from the eastern sky, dissipating those dim floating clouds, shining on the statues in Xianyin Village's Xianmen Square, making the six statues solemn and standing between heaven and earth, making people feel awe-inspiring!

There is an altar in front of the statue, and on the altar, there are all kinds of worship things such as incense, candles, and spiritual fruits.

These people are all people from other villages who came to Xianyin Village to participate in the competition, most of them are fanatical and excited, especially when they look at the six huge statues, their bodies are trembling, only the people from Lingyin Village and Wuyin Village, they don't have too much expression on their faces.

Although there are many people in Xianmen Square, it is not noisy, many people dare not speak, and some people are even a little uncomfortable, very restrained, and very nervous.

There are a large number of Tanglin guards standing around Xianmen Square, and there are many staircase-like stands at the edge of the square, which are used for people to rest.

Behind the altar, there were people from the four major families, including the patriarchs of the four major families, as well as the elders of Xianyin Village, the immortal scribe Yan Zhenghe, Elder Li and the old woman Elder Han, Xianyin wearing a white auspicious cloud robe, standing in the center.

On the far right are the great monks of Xianyin Village and the immortal masters, mentors and others of the Immortal Cultivation Dojo, leading the junior monks of Xianyin Village who are qualified to participate in the monk assessment, Han Zixie and Mi Jinding are also among them.

Han Zixie's face was calm, there was expectation in his heart, he carried the broken moon on his back, his handsome face was full of determination, and he glanced at the top of the Mi Qian beside him, did not speak, and looked at the altar.

From right to left, standing in front, in addition to the people of Xianyin Village, are Ziyin Village, Lingyin Village and Wuyin Village, they stand in the front, and the people behind are those from large and small villages.

Xian Yin raised his head, glanced at the sky, and then walked up to the altar, and after standing on the altar, his expression was not self-assured, and his eyes slowly looked at everyone.

"Meet Sen-sama. Yan Zhenghe walked out, bowed to the immortal Yin on the altar, and spoke loudly, and the sound spread throughout the audience.

"I'll wait to meet Lord Xianyin!" As soon as Yan Zhenghe's words fell, everyone in the entire Xianmen Square immediately clasped their fists and bowed respectfully to Xianyin.

Han Zixie also bowed to Xian Yin, then raised his head, his eyes showed excitement, the moment that made him excited was finally coming, not only Han Zixie, but all the little monks present were the same, their chests rose and fell, and they began to get excited!