At noon, the early summer sun has been much stronger, the breeze is blowing, it has made people feel slightly hot, and the entire Demon Spirit Sect is already full of green trees, a hundred flowers are blooming, and it is beautiful.

Hangu Mountain is tall and straight, majestic and magnificent, is located at the edge of the inner court and the dry domain, it is a big holy mountain of the Demon Spirit Sect, the mountain peak is full of spiritual energy, and the smoke and clouds are swirling.

At this moment, on the high cloud platform on the top of the mountain, the major elders were dressed in purple Taoist robes, sitting in a precarious position, with serious expressions, among which Qi Lun, Zhou Shang, and Wu Yang were impressively listed.

Sitting at the top of the position, the old man in a black robe with a slightly pale face was the head of the house, with a solemn expression.

This is the place where the Shenglan Pen Meeting is held, and the final winner will become the personal disciple of the master of ghost painting, in other words, the half-step inner disciple.

However, it is still a little strange that the painting ghost himself has never appeared, but this does not affect the progress of the Shenglan pen club.

Under the cloud platform, there is a bluestone square, in addition to several inner disciples Du Ziran, Bai Xinyao and others, it is Zhao Zihuai, Mu Jiuyun and other participants of the Shenglan Pen Club, one by one.

There were countless disciples who came to smoke the excitement from the periphery, and there were crowds of people, but no one dared to step into the bluestone square for half a step.

"Now for you, the only difficulty may be Wenbi, but I have already helped you with some tricks, rest assured that your exam questions are very simple, as for Wubi, the disciples who participated in the Shenglan PEN Club, seven or eight times out of ten are our people who can guarantee you to pass. Du Ziran stood beside Zhao Zihuai, shook the black feather fan in his hand, and said in a low voice, looking like he was in control.

"Then thank you for your care, but with my ability, it will be easy to win from the Shenglan Pen Club. Zhao Zihuai smiled coldly, but his cold eyes looked around slightly, he was looking, looking for Ning Chen's figure, the killing machine had been revealed!

Not long ago, Ning Chen forcibly took Liu Yingxue's body away without authorization, and also severely injured the three disciples of the Painting Ren Pavilion, which already made Zhao Zihuai angry in his heart, plus Situ Fan and Li Yan before, now he can't wait to immediately peel Ning Chen's skin and smoke Ning Chen's tendons.

daring to provoke the painting of Renge in public is simply a blasphemy against Zhao Zihuai.

"If Ning Chen has the ability, you can get out with me, today I have to let you die without a place to be buried!" Zhao Zihuai said indignantly in his heart.

As for Mu Jiuyun not far away, the same was true, Ning Chen took away his title of Tianqian disciple, which he definitely couldn't tolerate, but fortunately, as an important disciple of the Holy Tong Pavilion, he was qualified to participate in the Holy Lan Pen Club.

After another stick of incense, the time for the start of the Shenglan Pen Club has arrived, and Kui Qiuzi, who was sitting on the cloud platform, has slowly gotten up, his expression is extremely serious, this Shenglan Pen Club seems to be a ghost painter, but in fact it is the selection of inner disciples who are changing directions.

This inner disciple is either the future head or the future elder, the Demon Spirit Sect can be said to be extremely cautious about this, no one can easily become an inner disciple, every place is extremely precious.

"The Shenglan Pen Club is divided into two parts, literary competition and martial arts, and the final winner can worship the ghost for this reason, become a quasi-disciple of the inner door, and can freely go back and forth to the inner court. Kui Qiuzi said loudly, his voice was extremely thick, although he stood on the high cloud platform, it was like Hong Zhong Da Lu, and everyone heard it truly.

It can be seen that his cultivation is profound.

Bai Xinyao, who was under the gimbal, frowned slightly, the list had just been announced, and she already knew that Ning Chen was on the list, as half of her own person, Bai Xinyao was still full of expectations for Ning Chen's performance, but she had arrived at this point, but she didn't see Ning Chen's figure for a long time.

This made Bai Xinyao both puzzled and anxious, and she also knew that if Ning Chen could become a quasi-disciple of the inner gate, it would also have intangible benefits for her, at least stronger than Zhao Zihuai.

"This Ning Chen, could it be that he abstained?" Bai Xinyao muttered softly, standing alone on the side, and there were no good senior brothers among the inner disciples.

"The hour has come, if anyone is not there......"

"Slow!"

Before Kui Qiuzi could finish the rest of his words, a voice suddenly came from Yamanomi, the voice was deep and thick, and after a sound, the branches shook again and again.

The disciples who watched the excitement were even more shocked in their hearts, what kind of cultivation and what kind of realm can make such a sound.

Zhao Zihuai, who was already grinding his fists and palms, heard such a voice, his expression changed suddenly, and a touch of alertness flashed in his eyes.

With the sound coming, I saw that in the mountains outside the bluestone square, a white shadow appeared little by little, walking towards the square step by step, and after a while, I saw that Ning Chen was wearing a white robe, and had appeared on the edge of the bluestone square, his head hanging slightly, and the bangs in his hair blocked Ning Chen's eyes, making it impossible to identify what kind of expression Ning Chen was.

It's just that the moment Ning Chen stepped into the bluestone square, a raging momentum suddenly spread, making people's hearts tremble, and even the disciples who were closer to Ning Chen involuntarily took two steps back, which was completely an oppression in the momentum.

Maybe it's the mental effect, it's obviously early summer, but the disciple who saw this scene faintly felt an endless chill rushing to his face.

In an instant, the venue, which was still a little noisy just now, had become silent, and at this moment, everyone had already turned their eyes to Ning Chen, motionless.

Bai Xinyao, who was standing silently on the side, also changed her expression, she clearly remembered the last time she saw Ning Chen, Ning Chen's ragged appearance, but this time...... Ning Chen's momentum had changed drastically, and the aura on his body was not at all something that Ning Chen's fifth-layer disciples could have.

"How is this possible? Could it be that Ning Chen's cultivation has improved again?" Bai Xinyao's eyebrows moved slightly, and she was amazed in her heart.

Ning Chen didn't pay attention to the others, still hung his head slightly, stepped into the bluestone square, and walked in the direction of the cloud platform step by step, there was dead silence all around, only the sound of Ning Chen's footsteps falling on the bluestone.

The air around him seemed to freeze with the sound of footsteps.

Kui Qiuzi, who was standing on the high cloud platform, and the other elders looked at Ning Chen silently walking, their hearts all moved slightly, they couldn't imagine where this momentum came from for a disciple in the pavilion, full of roar and hideousness!

"Ning Chen, I didn't expect you to dare to appear in front of me, I won't let you go today, wait for death!"

As Ning Chen came to a place not far from Zhao Zihuai, Zhao Zihuai squinted his eyes slightly, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

Ning Chen raised his head slightly, his eyes slowly revealed, and in an instant, he saw that Ning Chen's eyes were already extremely hideous, like an angry beast, with bloodshot eyes, as if the waves were about to swallow everything, like a devil, which made people shocked, and there was no peace in the past.

"I'll wait. Ning Chen stared at Zhao Zihuai, word by word, although his voice was low, every word seemed to be full of rolling killing intent, and every syllable was full of surging hatred.

Seeing Ning Chen like this, Zhao Zihuai's heartstrings trembled slightly, he had never seen Ning Chen's gaze like this, which was completely different from when he was in Fu Lang Pavilion, and in the raging angry eyes, he was full of unprecedented confidence.

However, Zhao Zihuai was not weak at all, he had already thought of ten thousand ways to kill Ning Chen, and daring to challenge his authority in the Detached Domain was undoubtedly a dead end!

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