A year has passed in the blink of an eye, Lang Chuan has woken up from meditation, and his cultivation has improved a lot now compared to a year ago, and he has stepped into the fifth layer of condensation with one foot, and he can advance at any time. After the refining of the Nine Turns Golden Dragon Jue, the muscles and bones are as smooth as iron veins, and the dantian has an extremely pure and thick aura, and the storage capacity is much more abundant than before.

Lang Chuan exhaled softly, feeling as if his whole body had been reborn, his facial features and six senses were extremely keen, and he could hear the sound of a thunderbolt like a firecracker when he moved his arm slightly, and his eyes seemed to have the power to see through everything, and he felt that his tax profits were like an eagle.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Suddenly, a distant lingering bell came slowly, tactfully curling, swirling in the ear, Lang Chuan stood up, walked out of the door, pinched the trick with his left hand, and with a turn of his mind, a turquoise gentleman's sword came out of its sheath, and there was a pleasant buzz, as if it had been imprisoned for a long time, and suddenly it was released, running around.

Lang Chuan smiled, pointed with his left hand, and the gentleman's sword hovered in front of him in an instant, and he jumped up, swished, and went straight to the sky. Standing on the sword and looking down at the entire Baiyun Peak, it feels like it is only a year, and Baiyun Peak seems to have been brushed with a layer of green paint, and it has a new look.

Not long after, he had already stopped on the square of Baiyun Peak, and countless disciples of the outer sect were standing in the open square at this moment, and countless disciples who were coming from the sky at this time were black spots everywhere from a distance, like black eagles flying all over the sky.

When the number of people was almost gathered, hundreds of zhang in the air, a brilliant sword light shot out, and an old man in a purple-clothed Taoist robe, his eyes seemed to hover in the sky with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and an invisible coercion went towards the noisy crowd, and there was a muffled hum in the crowd, but it was quiet at this time, and no one wanted to suffer like this. For this coercion, although it was swift, it was detected by Lang Chuan with some techniques of spelling. The master's move can always make some people with a heart get a trace of insight.

"The once every ten years ring competition has arrived, tomorrow is the time when all the sect forces come to my Yuntian Sect, the purpose of this gathering is that this peak will select twenty people who are responsible for receiving the major forces, I will gather in front of me by name, and those who are not named are all patrols. The old man's voice was like a flood of bells.

As a disciple of Song Qingshan, the leader of Baiyun Peak, Lang Chuan is naturally on the list, among the twenty people, Lang Chuan really has a few old acquaintances, Tang Songling and Shi Klang are among them, and there is also his senior brother Xue Yunfei.

"Disciple Xue Yunfei has seen Shigong. Xue Yunfei bowed to the old man.

Master Lang Chuan looked surprised, could it be that this is his own master's master? Song Qingshan has only been in charge of Baiyun Peak for more than a year, but the person in charge of the previous generation is him, Xuande Zhenren.

"Disciple Lang Chuan, I have seen my master. Lang Chuan followed his senior brother Xue Yun and saluted.

"Disciple Tang Songling, I have seen my uncle and ancestor. ”

“......”

The old man's eyes narrowed at Lang Chuan, and he suddenly felt as if he had no secret illusion in front of the other party, as if his soul had been seen through by the other party.

The old man walked over and patted Lang Chuan's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Prepare well, you may have a chance to play in this ring competition." ”

When everyone heard this, they were slightly stunned, especially the ten disciples who had cultivated in Wutai Peak for a year, they were the seeded players who were scheduled to play, why did Shi Shuzu say this?

Tang Songling doesn't seem to be surprised by this question, he can be on an equal footing with me Tang Songling, and it is natural that he can play.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Suddenly, a distant lingering bell came slowly, tactfully curling, swirling in the ear, Lang Chuan stood up, walked out of the door, pinched the trick with his left hand, and with a turn of his mind, a turquoise gentleman's sword came out of its sheath, and there was a pleasant buzz, as if it had been imprisoned for a long time, and suddenly it was released, running around.

Lang Chuan smiled, pointed with his left hand, and the gentleman's sword hovered in front of him in an instant, and he jumped up, swished, and went straight to the sky. Standing on the sword and looking down at the entire Baiyun Peak, it feels like it is only a year, and Baiyun Peak seems to have been brushed with a layer of green paint, and it has a new look.

Not long after, he had already stopped on the square of Baiyun Peak, and countless disciples of the outer sect were standing in the open square at this moment, and countless disciples who were coming from the sky at this time were black spots everywhere from a distance, like black eagles flying all over the sky.

When the number of people was almost gathered, hundreds of zhang in the air, a brilliant sword light shot out, and an old man in a purple-clothed Taoist robe, his eyes seemed to hover in the sky with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and an invisible coercion went towards the noisy crowd, and there was a muffled hum in the crowd, but it was quiet at this time, and no one wanted to suffer like this. For this coercion, although it was swift, it was detected by Lang Chuan with some techniques of spelling. The master's move can always make some people with a heart get a trace of insight.

"The once every ten years ring competition has arrived, tomorrow is the time when all the sect forces come to my Yuntian Sect, the purpose of this gathering is that this peak will select twenty people who are responsible for receiving the major forces, I will gather in front of me by name, and those who are not named are all patrols. The old man's voice was like a flood of bells.

As a disciple of Song Qingshan, the leader of Baiyun Peak, Lang Chuan is naturally on the list, among the twenty people, Lang Chuan really has a few old acquaintances, Tang Songling and Shi Klang are among them, and there is also his senior brother Xue Yunfei.

"Disciple Xue Yunfei has seen Shigong. Xue Yunfei bowed to the old man.

Master Lang Chuan looked surprised, could it be that this is his own master's master? Song Qingshan has only been in charge of Baiyun Peak for more than a year, but the person in charge of the previous generation is him, Xuande Zhenren.

"Disciple Lang Chuan, I have seen my master. Lang Chuan followed his senior brother Xue Yun and saluted.

"Disciple Tang Songling, I have seen my uncle and ancestor. ”

“......”

The old man's eyes narrowed at Lang Chuan, and he suddenly felt as if he had no secret illusion in front of the other party, as if his soul had been seen through by the other party.

The old man walked over and patted Lang Chuan's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Prepare well, you may have a chance to play in this ring competition." ”

When everyone heard this, they were slightly stunned, especially the ten disciples who had cultivated in Wutai Peak for a year, they were the seeded players who were scheduled to play, why did Shi Shuzu say this?

Tang Songling doesn't seem to be surprised by this question, he can be on an equal footing with me Tang Songling, and it is natural that he can play.