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Returning to the residence in a daze, unable to calm down during cultivation, she washed up early and fell asleep, but had another night's nightmare. When she was woken up by the calling bell the next day, Zhong Liqing was still in a daze.

After rubbing my temples and washing my face with cold water, I felt better.

Dressed neatly, took care of everything, and opened the door only to find that almost all the people in Xinyuan College had arrived, as if they were waiting for her, the laggard.

Smiling apologetically, she bowed her hands to everyone, pretending not to hear those jealous attacks, Zhong Liqing silently followed behind the team, and everyone walked towards the martial arts arena of Mingfang Academy together.

There were certainly many people who came to this grand event, but the Huangfang College was rich and powerful, and the venue was spacious, so it was not too crowded. After sitting down according to the directions of their respective colleges, Zhong Liqing had the time to carefully look at the students from the other four colleges , that is, her competitors.

According to their respective positions, Xinyuan College belongs to the east, so on the left is the Lingxi College in the south, where Yingyingyanyan is colorful and dazzling, and on the right is the Weihu College in the north, which is in harmony with the Yin and Yang decline. The college is just the opposite. The entire Tiger Academy, from the leader of the team to the coaches to the servants, including the students, can't find a single woman.

The Tiangang Academy on the opposite side of Zhengxi is taking a completely different path from Shenyuan Academy. There are almost no children from aristocratic families. The dean is also a slovenly middle-aged man, in stark contrast to the well-dressed Dong Zuo.

The one seated in the middle is the Mingfang Academy, which has always been ranked number one, and is known as the style of a gentleman—at first glance, it is indeed gentle and elegant—but Zhong Liqing has always disliked such restrained manners. Tiangang Academy, which is full of hostility on Qiming's face, feels more threatening.

Perhaps this is the sense of identity between hypocrites.

"Dangdangdangdang——"Three bells rang, neither urgent nor slow, neither light nor heavy, but it quieted down the noisy martial arts arena in an instant.

A young man wearing the blue toga of the Mingfang Academy walked up to the square platform in the middle, bowed his hands and saluted, and said in a loud voice: "All of you are in the same year, please be safe and don't be impatient-welcome the envoy of the sect."

As his words fell, a distant Sanskrit sound was played from the north, coming from far and near, and then several monks in brown cassocks walked slowly on that piece of Sanskrit sound, looking at some distance, In just a few blinks of an eye, it was already approaching.

Presumably this is the messenger of Tianyin Temple.

Several monks recited a Buddhist gatha, and sat down in their seats, which happened to be behind the Weihu Academy.

Zhong Liqing raised her eyebrows, and looked at the people from Bingyan Island who were making a grand appearance surrounded by all kinds of shining instruments and mighty beasts on the other side—it was also recorded in the jade slips that they recited back then, that this sect Known for his Taoist techniques, he is especially good at refining tools and alchemy, so he is the one with the strongest financial resources among the five major schools.

For this reason, it was also the sect that Zhong Liqing originally planned to join.

The people of Bingyan Island also carried forward their defiant traits, ignoring the envoys from Huangfang College, passed through the crowd arrogantly, and just sat down behind Xinyuan College.

And the dean, You Chuhe, had already leaned forward, flattering and sycophanting.

Wait until the group of graceful and fairy-like Niclothes Valley nuns sat down behind the Lingxi Academy, and the group of Qianyumen monks with blue feathers and cool clothes appeared on the stage with their companion spirit beasts, sitting on the sky opposite the Tianmen. Just when the Academy was looking at each other with Bingyan Island after Xinyuan Academy, Zhong Liqing had roughly understood the mystery of this sub-distribution, as well as the rivalry and balance between the various forces.

I am afraid that these five academies are originally related to the five major sects of Tianhua Kingdom, or the competition between these five academies also represents the competition of the five major sects to some extent.

——Thinking about it this way, I'm afraid the next assessment should be more cautious.

"Hey, old man Bi Sheng, are you leading the team this time? It seems that you don't pay much attention to this internal selection?" The person from Qianyumen was the first to attack. There was a young man with a blue feather on his side. He had wheat-colored skin, his clothes were half-opened, revealing a broad chest, and there was a trace of contempt in his evil smile.

"Liang Yao, you just sent you, Qingling, to make up for this internal election. What face do you have to shout in front of this old man?" The leader of Bingyan Island is an old man with all white beard and hair and a bone-like spirit. On the contrary, he has the same arrogance as You Baichuan.

——The red, yellow, blue, purple, and white feather feathers represent the disciple levels in the Thousand Feathers Sect. This Qingling is a mid-Golden Core cultivator, and the old man he provoked is also a mid-Golden Core cultivator.

"Qiu benefactor, please come and be safe." The monk whose cassock was the lightest brown and turned to red put his hands together, and greeted the leader who was wearing a veil and who could be guessed to be a beautiful woman just from his figure.

"Little master Daxi hasn't changed, he's still so cute." The masked female cultivator laughed and said teasingly.

——Tianyin Temple also judges the seniority based on the cassock. Yellow, black, brown, scarlet, and purple cassocks, the brownish light scarlet is already a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, and the female cultivator who joked with him is also a late-stage Golden Core .

Although the dialogue between these two Golden Cores in the later period was not friendly and harmonious, they were subtle and aggressive, which was much better than the tense battle between Bingyan Island and Qianyumen.

"Hey, I said that we are almost here, so we can start the comparison, right? The sooner I choose a good person, the sooner I will bring them back to the sect for business, and there are still pills on the stove!" Unexpectedly, it was not the one from Qianyumen who spoke first. The slovenly-looking monk turned out to be a dignified old man like Bingyan Island.

——Five major sects have come together and four sects have arrived, leaving only the place in front of the host Xingfang Academy empty. Obviously, the first sect of Tianhua Kingdom, the Chonghua Sword Sect, has not yet appeared.

The most powerful sects are often the finale, which is understandable, but the attitude of Bingyan Island made Zhong Liqing keenly feel a little unusual.

It seems that they are the most incompatible with Qianyumen on the surface, but they are also secretly dissatisfied with this Chonghua Sword Sect, which is firmly on the top throne. Bar.

After all, more than a hundred years ago, Bingyan Island was a sect with the same strength as the Chonghua Sword Sect, and it was even called "Bingyan kills stars, Chonghua fierce god".

It's just that the decisive battle between righteousness and demons involved many people and greatly injured their vitality, but it also made the Chonghua Sword Sect famous, the number one sect in the Tianhua Kingdom, and it deserved it.

Everyone became quiet because of these words, but the host, the dean of Huangfang College, wiped the sweat from his brow, and when he was about to stand up to smooth things over, he heard a patchwork of sword cries With a sound, five flying swords were shot from the sky, and five monks in white clothes stood on the swords, with a heroic posture, stepping on the swords and taking away all eyes in an instant.

Zhong Liqing stared blankly at the woman with the sword in the middle - she was as cold as a fairy, and dressed in white, she was instantly fascinated and captivated, making her almost hold her breath.

Isn't this woman the same figure as A Niang yesterday?

Her facial features are clearly not the same as A Niang's, only the spotless white robe and that gentle and dignified demeanor are almost the same.

"Everyone, I've been waiting for a long time." She came with the other four people holding the sword, and then put away the sword lightly, and apologized softly to the dean of Huangfang Academy who came up. , smiled faintly, flicked his sleeves in vain, and only asked them to pay a half-cure before accepting them.

This hand seems to be light and light, but it is extremely subtle in manipulating spiritual power - it can suppress dozens of Jindan stage real people without a trace, and non-Yuanying Zhenjun can't do it.

Her flick seemed random, but it undoubtedly shocked everyone in just one meeting, and silently established the supremacy of Chonghua Sword Sect, which is really brilliant.

Zhong Liqing also woke up from the initial trance, and calmly analyzed the situation.

——The representative sent by the Chonghua Sword Sect this time is obviously much more powerful than the other four sects.

Could it be that Chonghua attaches great importance to this internal election?

Or, does this female cultivator with extraordinary bearing and overpowering the audience have any special responsibilities?

"I don't want to prevent the fairy from coming, and if I am far away, I ask the fairy to forgive me." The dean of Mingfang College is a true emperor in the late Yuanying period, and his status is respected. Relying on flattery and flattery, the superior dean is so humble, but in front of this young and beautiful female nun, he seems to put his posture extremely low, respectful and respectful, which is really puzzling.

Including Zhong Liqing, those students who came to participate in the sect's internal selection for the first time looked at the female cultivator with doubts on their faces, but the representatives of the other five sects just silently saluted the female cultivator, even if they were arrogant Like Qianyumen, cold and arrogant like Bingyan Island, no matter how dissatisfied he is in his heart, he shows respect on the outside.

——This female cultivator of the Chonghua sect, I'm afraid her status is not low.

"President Chunyu is serious. Lu is just passing through your courtyard. It coincides with the sect's internal election event, so he came to join in the fun. You don't need to pay attention to Lu. The leader of Chonghua this time is Junior Brother Tie Linfeng Yan. Everything depends on him. Lu is just a spectator." The female monk who claimed to be surnamed Lu smiled modestly, and did not agree to the invitation to make her the seat of honor, and sat at the end of the vacant seat, as if she was really just a Bystanders.

And her position is directly opposite to Zhong Liqing, as long as she raises her eyes, she will be able to meet those pair of autumn eyes... In fact, before Zhong Liqing realized it, she had already stared blankly at the female cultivator. For a long time, until she realized it, her face turned red unnaturally.

Her straightforward gaze, not to mention a cultivator with keen five senses, even a mortal with no cultivation level can hardly ignore it—the cultivator's back is straight, and even though his expression is relaxed, he still looks upright and dignified. Elegance, like the etiquette benchmark cultivated by a family that has been accumulated for hundreds of years, can't be faulted.

But when he felt Zhong Liqing's burning gaze, he didn't take it seriously, and looked back gently at the past, and when he noticed the shy look on the other side, he couldn't help but smile slightly, neither teasing, contemptuous, nor embarrassing, thin lips With a light hook, her crimson color is like cherry blossoms, and she naturally flows across her heart like a gurgling spring, making Zhong Liqing's heart flustered in an instant.

After a moment of stagnation, her heartbeat jumped violently like a spring dawn, and she couldn't help covering her chest—there was a pounding sound, like a drum, louder and louder, if it wasn't for such a tight press I'm afraid that I'm going to jump out of it in the next moment.

——The wind did not move, the banner did not move, but the heart moved.

The author has something to say: This is not CP, not CP, not CP! ! !

Say the important thing three times.

Zhong Liqing: Mommy, my heart is beating so fast, am I going to die?

Qiye: Oh, I have a quick-acting heart-rescuing pill, take it and eat it.

Zhong Liqing: Aunt, how about I send the author to relieve your boredom?

Qiye: ...Help!