On the No. 1 Little Lotus Peak, Song Yu sat in his Jade Heart Pavilion, his face was gloomy, since he came back from the main peak, he had been feeling a little weak, and in the next dozen hours, he locked himself in the attic to 'close the door to thank guests', and no one was seen.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that Song Yu finally made up his mind in his heart, sighed with sorrow on his face, and summoned the disciples who were arranged to do chores in the Jade Heart Pavilion on weekdays, and instructed him: "That's it, you go and call all the people who are blocking the door in." ”

When this disciple who cultivated to only one floor heard this, he respectfully went to open the door, and when he opened the door, he found that outside the door of the attic, there were more than thirty people gathered densely, which looked extremely crowded, most of them were ordinary elders of the Chunzi Sect, and the rest were some core inner disciples.

Everyone has gathered outside the door for several hours since early in the morning, and they are undoubtedly a little upset, but the gate of the old ancestor is not open, and they do not dare to make a time, and now they see that the gate has been opened, and they immediately rush in.

A group of people poured into the hall of the Jade Heart Pavilion one after another, among them, the middle-aged man who was dressed in the service of the elders of the sect, after seeing Song Yu on the main seat, he was in a hurry and didn't care about the rules and etiquette of the sect, so he asked anxiously: "Dad, what are you doing with the door closed?"

It was Song Qing, Song Yu's only son, who said this, but failed to get a reply from Song Yu on the main seat, and then he found that the father on the main seat looked at this time, not just as simple as being weak, looking at his haggard appearance in a trance, it was more like he had aged ten years overnight.

Song Yu's expression was fluttering, he ignored Song Qing, glanced at the more than thirty people in the hall, and said with a sigh: "Since everyone is here, then the old man will not hide it, before participating in this Baishan Spring Hunt, my Chunzi Sect must first send thirty disciples to participate in the quota selection competition in the sect, and only from the hundreds of disciples of the four factions combined, the disciples who have successfully squeezed into the top twenty can be eligible to participate in the subsequent Baishan Spring Hunt." ”

When Song Qing heard this, the corners of his eyes immediately twitched, and he said with a look of disbelief: "What? The quota for participating in the spring hunt still needs to be selected? In the past, didn't it mean that just sending five disciples would be over." ”

Song Yu glanced at his son, quite hated that iron could not become steel, but he still ignored it, and then took out the list drawn up by Zhao Bailian from his sleeve, and passed it on: "This is the list of people who participated in the selection competition this time, let people inform it as soon as possible, the disciples in the list this time will all go to the martial arts training square of the main peak tomorrow morning, and draw lots to select the opponent in the first round." ”

When the list was passed to a certain elder of the Chunzi Sect, after this person glanced at all the names on the list, he sneered and said, "Elder Song, what's going on, aren't you going to explain?"

Song Yu looked at him with a gloomy face, and said in a cold voice: "What do you want the old man to explain? These are just the meaning of the sect master, and the old man is just doing things according to the rules." ”

When the elder heard this, his face suddenly turned angry, and he did not back down: "It's a good thing to do things according to the rules, when did Elder Song become so good at talking, don't forget, what you promised me before." ”

Seeing that the other party dared to say these unspeakable things in front of so many people, Rao is Song Yu was also a little frightened, he took a deep breath, and had to explain in a stiff tone: " This selection competition is not just a simple selection of the spring hunting quota after the selection, which also involves the right to choose residence in the Little Lotus Peak in the future of my Chunzi faction, the old man promised you that you will do a count, you don't have to worry about this, but if my Chunzi faction can't keep the eight mountains at the moment, then it is not a good thing for you, you should know this. ”

When the elder heard this, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of chill and asked, "What does Elder Song mean by this?"

Song Yu had to restate the content of the rules formulated by Zhao Bailian as it was, but he omitted the part that was forcibly threatened by Zhao Bailian with sword qi later, after all, it was too shameful for him to be exposed to such things as the latter.

After hearing the ins and outs of the matter, the elder did not continue to delve into it, but his brows furrowed slightly, and after thinking about it in his heart, he brushed his sleeves and left.

Song Yu watched the other party take away most of the people in the hall at once, and his heart was uncertain, but in those eyes, there was a cold light.

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At the same time, on the Little Lotus Peak where the Taishang Elder Feng Yuanshan of the Qiuzi Sect was located, in a certain practice room, Feng Yuanshan was having a secret conversation with a handsome young man.

After the young man had completely learned from Feng Yuanshan's pass what happened to the latter on the main peak, he asked, "Master, but you want me to go all out and compete for the first place in the selection competition?"

Feng Yuanshan smiled bitterly: " I'm afraid this matter is a little difficult, among the four factions of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the two factions of summer and winter are okay to say, it is not too difficult to win the disciples of these two factions with your strength, that is Chen Qinghe, if you are going all out, he will never be your opponent, but this time in the face of such a strong persecution and threat from the sect master, Song Yu's old ghost was already trembling at that time, and then he resolutely did not dare to disobey the order, and then make any stumbling blocks behind his back, so he will definitely honestly hand over the personnel proposed by the sect master, you also know that although the spring character faction is extremely random in the selection of people in the previous spring hunts, their real strength has been strong for a long time, and it should not be underestimated, Zhou Xian broke through the fourth floor a few days ago at the age of less than twenty, you must not take it lightly. ”

When the young man heard this name, his extremely handsome face was a little disapproving, and he said with disdain: "Zhou Xian, if he hadn't inherited the famous sword red candle given by His Majesty from the ancestor of the Zhou family, he would not be my opponent, and it is estimated that if he didn't have the red candle, he might not be the opponent of Chen Qinghe, who had been stagnant at the top of the three-story building for many years." ”

After the young man finished speaking, he sighed softly and said, "But with the red candle in hand, it is indeed a bit troublesome to defeat him, unless I also use my hole cards." ”

Feng Yuanshan waved his hand, shook his head and said, "By all means, you can't use that kind of secret technique now, otherwise the master will also be touched by the sect master and find out his true identity, then the gains outweigh the losses, and he is already suspicious of me and Song Yu now, we must not act rashly again." ”

Unlike Song Yu who wanted to save face, Feng Yuanshan did not choose to hide the embarrassing scene of being oppressed by Zhao Bailian with a powerful sword qi in front of his disciple, and this young man heard the master mention the Lotus Sect Master again, so he asked with some curiosity: "Master, this sect master is really as powerful as you said before?"

Regarding this question, Feng Yuanshan's face was a little complicated, and he replied with a wry smile: "Although the master has been stagnant at the peak of the six-story building for many years, and is only the slightest distance from the seven-story building, when facing the majestic sword intent of the sect master, it still seems to be a lonely boat, facing the entire ocean. ”

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On the top of the main peak, Xu Yan has been unloading all his defenses and letting the red wind blow constantly, and in this short six hours, he doesn't know how much flesh and blood has been taken away by this gray wind, fortunately, he has the 'long Bible', which can be said to be the strongest martial arts technique in history, so that he has not lost his life under such a terrifying tempering.

The long bible has an incomparably powerful recovery ability, which is also the only way for him to temper that kind of golden source blood, although he is not enough to exert most of the power in this exercise, such as not being able to cut off an arm and be reborn immediately, but at least it can prevent Xu Yan from being swept away by the red wind At the same time, it also reveals the bleak situation of the white bones.

Therefore, with the help of the long Bible, Xu Yan undoubtedly showed an extremely treacherous phenomenon.

The red wind kept ripping off his flesh, and the long Bible kept bringing his flesh back to life, and so on.

Anyone who sees this scene will be horrified by this, but after enduring this crazy and perverted quenching, the benefits are obvious. This is like Xu Yan at this moment, after the red wind has been blowing non-stop for six hours, the flesh and blood on his body is completely different from the one that was swept away by a large area at the beginning, because when the gray red wind at this time blows on him, it can only leave an extremely shallow wound on his body.

Xu Yan didn't stop cultivating, he always sat on the rock with his eyes closed, and it wasn't until he suddenly opened his eyes when the second-level red wind blew on him and he couldn't leave any marks at all.

Xu Yan stood up, feeling the flesh and blood on his body that were equivalent to all the newly grown, and then ran the 'earth-shaking' part of the long Bible, and shot sixteen air-breaking punches in the air in a row, and the red winds that were directly hit dissipated into invisibility, and then nodded with satisfaction.

According to the physical strength at this moment, Xu Yan knew that he was already several times stronger than when he forcibly opened the three apertures before, but just the improvement of his physical strength was far from enough.

So, he followed the sixteen punches he had punched before, and the wind luck punch again, until he was striking thirty-six fist shadows and felt that a wisp of golden true qi like a fire dragon had finally been derived from his body, and he stopped. Then, he controlled this true qi to keep wandering in his body, so that around the three apertures that had already been opened, more than a dozen acupoints were forcibly opened by this true qi, and finally formed a complete vein of luck.

There are more than 300 commonly used trick points in a person's body, and after breaking through more than a dozen trick points at once, Xu Yan knew that he had finally stepped into the realm of the fourth grade, and he had broken through in an extremely solid way of refining his body.