On Tianji Peak, basically all of them are monks in the Jindan stage, and there are a few in the Yuan Infant stage, but there are not many. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The master of the Yuan Infant period disdains to participate in such boring gatherings.

Seven Star Sect Leader Situ Jin squinted his eyes at the test platform, and said to the young man beside him: "An'er, grandpa is old, although your cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the Jindan Period, you still lack experience, this is more than the deception on the test field, you must remember it." After this meeting, you can try to take charge of the Seven Star Sect. When the time was almost right, Grandpa had to hurry up and retreat. ”

"Retreat? Why do you want to retreat? You have been in retreat for a hundred years, and your grandson doesn't understand anything. The young man next to him pursed his lips, very reluctant.

"It's a last resort. Grandpa's birthday is approaching, if you don't break through, maybe you won't see grandpa again in a hundred years. You're also older, it's time to hone and hone. Situ Jin shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of pity.

"If I am in charge of the Seven Star Sect, will the Seven Star Coffin be mine? The young man's face was happy, and he didn't seem to care much about Situ Jin.

"Alas...... The seven-star coffin is the treasure of the town, and grandpa can't say that it belongs to me, how can you say that it belongs to you. This kind of rebellious rebellious words, don't say it again in the future. Situ Jin sighed, but for his only grandson, he really had no desire to lose his temper.

"Then forget it, it's so troublesome to be a sect leader, it's better to sleep a lot every day. The young man snorted lightly, moving away from Situ Jin.

"You...... Alas......" Situ Jin frowned, thinking that his ancestors had been heroes for generations, and in this generation, I am afraid that he will decline.

On the test field, there was a burst of exclamation from time to time, and in the corner, there was an unkempt old man, who was staring at the two young men on the test table with great vigour, muttering to the vicious werewolf behind him.

"Bloodthirsty, what do you think of these two people?"

The werewolf made a "purring" sound in his throat, and oozing saliva flowed from his sharp fangs, and he wanted to rush up and bite the throats of the two men immediately.

"Well, that's waiting. The old man licked his lips and looked down at what he was knocking on the ground.

The last few monks beside the old man glanced at the foul-smelling saliva that the werewolf had dripped on the ground again, and moved a little cautiously with a look of disgust.

On Cuihua Peak, the competition has been carried out in the middle.

"Who's going to be on next?" Wei Mingzhe asked loudly as he stood on the high platform.

At this time, there was a middle-aged man with a beard who seemed to be ready, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he jumped onto the high platform and put a ginseng that was as transparent as jade into the glass box held high behind him.

"This is a snow ginseng that I accidentally caught when I was passing through the snowy region before, and it has thick roots and is a hundred years old. For me, it's not of much use, I just exchange it for a high-grade magic weapon, I wonder if any Taoist friend is interested?" The middle-aged man wore a short shirt, patted Bai Huahua's belly, and shouted loudly.

Many people on the field took a fancy to the century-old snow ginseng, and they were all ready to move.

I saw that the one-eyed old man beside the three-legged white dog moved, without the slightest hesitation, and with a lift of his body, he had already stood on the high platform ahead of another young man.

The young man glared at the one-eyed old man menacingly, and returned to his place in a rage.

The bearded middle-aged man saw the one-eyed old man and nodded: "Old Song, in Xia Menghua, do you remember?"

The one-eyed old man squinted and looked at it carefully, pondered for a moment, shook his head, and said, "How do you know that my name is Song Yuanshan......?"

"Haha, it's understandable that you don't remember what happened ten years ago. Actually, I don't remember exactly, and if it weren't for your eyes and this dog with one leg missing, I would have forgotten it long ago. Meng Hua's eyes showed emotion and laughed.

"Alas...... Okay, it's kind of an old man, but I came up this time mainly to get that hundred-year-old snow ginseng and extend the life of my dog. Song Yuanshan's only eye showed a determined look.

"Extend the life of a dog?" Meng Hua was a little surprised, "Old Song, this dog of yours is already old, and it is still missing a leg, so it doesn't feel a pity to prolong its life with such a good snow ginseng?"

"The white wolf has followed me on the battlefield for several years, just to save me, it is missing a leg, and now that it is old, how can I abandon it? Song Yuanshan waved his sleeves, took out a small mirror from the storage bag, and threw it into the glass box.

The moment Meng Hua saw the small mirror, his pupils shrank slightly, and he was surprised: "You are really willing to use such a good thing to change the medicine for the dog?"

Song Yuanshan's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said coldly: "I'm not sure if you can get it, how do you know that I will lose this treasure?"

As he spoke, he toed a little, and a black wind suddenly rose around him, and he galloped towards Meng Hua with a cruel smile.

Meng Hua had already prepared, and his reaction was quite fast, and he shouted, a short sword was already in his hand.

At this moment, the originally clear sky also became dark, dark clouds rolled, and the atmosphere was very oppressive.

"It's so powerful, it can change the weather, it's worthy of a competition during the foundation building period, it's too shocking. Lan Feng secretly marveled in his heart, and he was even more in awe of the one-eyed old man.

If you are so grateful to a dog, then this person must have a very good heart.

Meng Hua's pupils shrank slightly, he held the long sword in one hand, and the spiritual power in the other hand was running, he spit out a breath of essence and pointed lightly at the short sword.

The silver short sword, Huo Ran became three feet long, and it was like a trapped beast inside, and there were bursts of sword roars, which were very piercing.

Meng Hua shouted angrily, the sword body in his hand became longer again, and with a slight movement of his hand, the super-long sword body of the silver sword shook around, making a "buzzing" vibration sound.

In a moment, most of the black gas had dispersed, and the sky gradually brightened.

"Young man, a little capable, if it weren't for that hundred-year-old snow ginseng, I would definitely be willing to make friends with you. Song Yuanshan glanced at Meng Hua deeply, and his right hand quickly flipped over.

At this moment, a long strip of jade Jue appeared strangely, trembling violently in mid-air.

Song Yuanshan's face showed a solemn expression, there were words in his mouth, and with one hand and a finger, Yu Jue instantly cracked, and one by one the simple symbols slowly floated out of the cracks, turning into sharp black thorns, which were arranged in turn according to the shape of the character one foot in front of him.

The moment Meng Hua saw the symbol, his face changed slightly, he gritted his teeth, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of white gas, and as soon as the white gas came out, it instantly drifted away, all of which fell into the long sword in his hand.

It was too late, it was fast, and the moment the black thorn shot at it, the long sword Huo Ran widened and blocked in front of Meng Hua.

"Do you think you can escape like this?" Song Yuanshan looked murderous, opened his mouth and spit out a breath of true air again.

The black thorn flying in the air suddenly accelerated, stabbing at the silver steel plate that was wide and long, and at this time it no longer looked like a flying sword.

The steel plate lasted less than a second before cracks began to appear.

Meng Hua immediately showed fear in his eyes, and shouted loudly: "Meng admits defeat! Meng admits defeat! Please show mercy to Old Song's subordinates." (To be continued.) )