When the Shushan disciples cautiously arrived at the scene, like Han Sheng, they were shocked by the tragic situation in front of them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With this level of fighting, haven't you heard that Kunlun and Kongtong have a deep feud in the sea of blood?

After listening to the encouragement of several masters and the leaders of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, the disciples lined up in a daze and walked out of the Hundred Scenery World, feeling quite depressed.

It's really an inexplicable team competition, obviously the main purpose is to preserve and protect, but as soon as he came in, Kongtong fought with Kunlun. Shushan was ready to hide with peace of mind, but was approached by Emei again. In the end, Emei self-harmed and withdrew from the competition, Kunlun Kongtong died together, and a group of Shushan disciples who hid on the island and watched won the championship.

This kind of benefit that fell from the sky made the disciples very unhappy.

Shushan is warlike, and they would rather bend than bend, and when they competed, they thought that they would be carried out by the elders, and the scars of the future would be a symbol of honor. In the days to come, their reputation as a weak enemy and a strong enemy and never surrender will always spread in Shushan and even the Wanxian League, and it will not be in vain to participate in this Xianmen rookie competition.

As a result, he didn't have a sword yet, and went to the island after a small fight with Emei. thought that after a short rest, they would be able to fight with Kunlun Kongtong at the same time, and even fight one against two, but who knew that these two sects would lose both and take advantage of it in vain.

It seems that a group of people have been preparing for a long time and are full of interest to go fishing, but they encounter low tide, and the mud is full of fish, shrimp and crabs. Although I am also very happy, there is always a faint sense of loss when carrying a fishing rod, bait and a small bench.

Lack of victory in the process, some emptiness.

Han Sheng didn't care so much, he was still in the shock when he saw the face of that Kunlun master, was Jiang Lin already so strong? Kunlun and Kongtong The two sect disciples all fell, only he and the young man in red were okay. In other words, was he fighting with the young man in red during the storm just now?

It's a pity that the head of Kunlun took him away early in the morning, otherwise he would have wanted to go over and ask him. It's the same seven years, and the gap between people and people is really big......

Han Sheng suddenly remembered that the head of Mingyuan had said that if he was over the game, he would go to the Ethereal Peak to find her, and now the game was over.

He took two quick steps, caught up with Dao Yun, and said softly: "Senior brother, I'll wait to go to the Ethereal Peak, you can go there to find me if you have something." ”

Dao Yun was taken aback and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing at Ethereal Peak?"

Han Sheng said in a low voice: "The head of Mingyuan called me over, I don't know why, let me tell you." ”

Dao Yun frowned, and suddenly sighed: "Since you are the head of Mingyuan, let's go." But you have to wait until the award ceremony is over, and you can go there. Otherwise, everyone's face is not good-looking, and the head of Mingyuan will understand. ”

Han Sheng was stunned: "And the award?"

Daoyun said with a smile: "Shushan is not poor, and friendly matches are also competitions." It's just that the rewards are not as generous as those in individual competitions, and everyone has a share of some elixir magic weapons. ”

Han Sheng said softly: "Thank you senior brother for reminding me, I'll go over when the award is over." ”

......

Outside the Mixed Yuan Peak, the light curtain dimmed and no longer lit up.

The monks below fell into an eerie silence.

One of the monks said incredulously, "That's the end of it?"

His heart roared silently: It's only been a long time!

Half a day, 100,000 spirit stones! Do you think that all the spirit stones fell from the sky?

The snow-white-haired old man said with difficulty: "That Kunlun disciple is too strong, so strong that it is not reasonable at all! The old man has been practicing for two hundred and forty years, and he has never seen such a divine wind!"

Behind the crowd, An Zhiming's face was gloomy and he said, "Cancel the plan just now." Wang Wei nodded, he sighed silently in his heart, Jiang Lin's strength is so strong, he must have been fully cultivated by Kunlun Immortal Mountain, and rash action will only expose the precious Skynet seeds. Let Jiang Lin shine for a few more days, and wait until the Demon Realm invades and the Ancient Demon King besieges Kunlun, see how long she can live!

As time passed, the monks reacted that the game was over. Loud voices rang out, there were arguments and shouts, and many people were blushing and arguing, and it seemed to be a riot.

A cyan figure slowly appeared in the sky, and the moment they saw him, everything in the heavens and the earth was silent, and the monks bowed their heads and remained silent, waiting for this person to speak.

Because he is Qingsong, the head of Shushan,

Qing Song's eyes swept over the crowd, and he said lightly: "Fellow Daoists, the collective competition is over now, please stay quiet, and the next thing is the award ceremony." After the award ceremony, after seven days, the individual competition will also begin, and everyone is welcome to come and visit on time. ”

Although he was the head of Shushan, there were still monks who loved money so much that they couldn't help but ask: "Master Qingsong, I want to know if this ticket we bought is considered invalid?"

Qing Song glanced at him and said, "Of course not." ”

The monk's face was delighted, and he followed Kiyomatsu's words to make his mood fall from heaven to the ground.

"You can take it home and collect it. ”

The monk wanted to cry without tears, and a blue-clothed monk next to him said angrily: "I spent 300,000 spirit stones, did I come to your Shu Mountain to see for four hours?"

Qing Song said lightly: "First of all, our tickets are 100,000 spirit stones, and the price never increases. Secondly, in the duel of masters, the victory or defeat is in an instant, and the focus is not on the duration, but on what you see and understand in the battle. ”

Many people nodded one after another, thinking that they had understood the meaning of the head of Qingsong.

One of the monks asked, "I wonder where the tickets will be sold in seven days, and how much will they cost?"

Qing Song smiled and said: "Tickets are still sold from the outer gate, and the price is still 100,000 spirit stones. Shushan is dedicated to the sake of the majority of monks, no matter how the prices of the outside world soar, we will always remain the same. This is a responsibility, a commitment we make to the lay people. ”

The applause was thunderous, and many monks were so excited that tears flashed.

Qingsong said two more words, and in the warm applause, he returned to the Shangqing Hall and began to preside over the award ceremony. The light curtain also lit up again, and the disciples of the four great immortal sects stood in the four areas as they had just started, looking at the masters above. Hulu Daoist held the report and summarized that this game had made significant contributions to the cultivation of disciples, the friendship of the Immortal Gate, the peaceful development of the Ten Thousand Immortal League, the deterrence of external threats, and so on.

It's still so monotonous and boring, but there are a lot fewer disciples attending the meeting this time, especially Emei, nearly half of them didn't come.

When the report began to look forward to the future prosperity, Han Sheng finally couldn't help but secretly look at the gourd Daoist, at this time, his face was upright, and his voice was sonorous and powerful. However, the content of the report has a strong hypnotic effect, so no one pays attention to the momentum of the Hulu Daoist's speech.

Is he really an immortal? Han Sheng was a little confused, and now that he thought about it, the gourd Daoist didn't seem to directly say that he was a red-robed immortal. Han Sheng's conversation with the immortal was basically in terms of consciousness, and it was more likely that the immortal was just hiding beside him and occasionally reminded him.

For this kind of immortal-level voyeur, Han Sheng had no other way than to improve his strength and expel him.

Han Sheng gritted his teeth secretly, he hated the feeling of being stared at and treated like a toy.

At the foot of the Mixed Yuan Peak, a young man in red lamented: "These geniuses are more perverted than the other, how can I be embarrassed?"

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"Hmph, you also know how to be embarrassed?" Elder Qingling fell from above, glanced at the disciple and said, "Why don't you look at the light curtain from the crowd?"

The red-clothed disciple sighed: "I'm afraid of being discovered, and I have been hit by that Kunlun disciple, I want to find a place where there are few people to be quiet." ”

Qingling sneered: "If you feel ashamed, cultivate hard, I heard Elder Wendeng of Kunlun say that the disciple named Jiang Lin has only been in Kunlun for seven years. ”

"Seven years?!" The red-clothed disciple's jaw dislocated on the spot, he quickly picked it up, suddenly beat his heart hard, and wailed: "Have I fed dogs for the past seventy years? God! I want to find a well to drown, uncle, don't stop me!"

Qingling sneered: "Before you die, please draw the appearance of those two people first, and then remember to withdraw from Shushan before throwing yourself into the well, don't embarrass the sect." ”

The red-clothed disciple was stunned and said, "Portrait, isn't it possible for the head to search and sense directly?"

Qingling's face turned gloomy: "I can't sense it, the disciples guarding the door are sure that they are in, but those two people just can't find it." ”

The red-clothed disciples also became serious, since ancient times, the head of Shushan is the absolute master in Shushan, everything as long as he is attentive, omniscient, and omniscient.

However, half a month ago, Lingsha, a newly acquired female disciple of Changling Peak, disappeared, and Qingsong searched all over the small world in front of the mountain and behind the mountain, but found nothing. Now, there is another old and a young man, who entered Shushan openly and disappeared without a trace.

The red-clothed disciple hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "Senior Uncle, I suspect that they are from the Demon Clan, and they are from the Demon Tower. ”

Qing Ling stared at the red-clothed disciple and said lightly, "What is the reason?"

The red-clothed disciple said: "The first suspicion is that His Highness, at least it is unlikely to prove that they are a human race; the second is the drop of Kunpeng essence blood, which proves that they have a relationship with the demon race; and finally the information, when the old man wrote the demon oath did not work, it proves that what he wrote is the truth." I don't know about Bibo Island, Yongzhou Shun'an Mansion is under the jurisdiction of Kunlun, and this Liuhe Eight Desolation, except for the demon clan, no race dares to get married and have children near Kunlun Mountain. ”

When the demon clan was prosperous, the thirteen prefectures of Kyushu were all under their jurisdiction, and they were fearless and fearless of Kunlun.

Qingling nodded and said, "The head of the sect is estimated to be a demon clan, and now he has strengthened the protective power of the Lock Demon Tower." When you sell tickets in the future, first determine the background of the other party, and the suspect would rather not sell them than let them enter Shushan. ”

The red-clothed disciple nodded yes, and suddenly exclaimed, "No, why am I still selling tickets?" Didn't you say that I sell group tickets, and the third and fourth children sell individual tickets? Why did it push it on my head again?"

Qingling's face sank, and he said, "I found that 10,000 tickets were too few before, and at least 20,000 monks didn't come in. On the black market, a ticket is sold for 500,000 spirit stones! The individual competition held this time is the most important thing, and the head of the sect specially gives a seven-day buffer time, which will attract a large number of sect elites to watch the battle. So all of you outside the gates must take action, and the time has come to test you!"

Looking at the solemn Qingling, the red-clothed disciple swallowed and said, "Senior Uncle, how many tickets are you going to make this time?

Qingling smiled slightly: "The head of the sect understands those monks from all over the world who come from afar, so he specially hired the elders of the other three immortal sects to make tickets, with a target of 100,000 tickets, and the income will be evenly shared." Under the vote of the elders, the bottom line ranged from 500,000 to 5 million, and the highest bidder won. Daoguang, you must pass this test, otherwise even if I stop the elders of Shushan. I can't stop the elders of Kunlun, Kongtong and Emei......"

Looking at Qingling's smile, the red-clothed disciple's eyes darkened, and the light curtain in the distance was still playing the speech of the gourd Daoist: "The four great immortal sects have always loved the world of cultivating immortals, loving the Ten Thousand Immortal League, seeking opportunities and benefits for the monks of the world, and making the people of Shenzhou live a happy and healthy life......