Immortals come on the moon

Ten days later, in Yexian City.

There are a total of 1 people in the Sword Club Grand Competition. The first round of the competition is to enter the illusion array to kill evil spirits. Eight thousand people will be eliminated from ten thousand miles, and only the top two thousand can participate in the rest of the competition.

The first scorer in the first round of the competition was a disciple of a small sect called Fang Yue, almost no one had heard of this sect, and the disciple who won the first place only left the word "good", no one knew What the hell is his name.

In the next round of the competition, the disciple named "Shan" took the first place again in the trial, and he completely crushed them. Some people who refused to accept said that this disciple cheated.Afterwards, the elders of the four major sects personally measured the root bones. This disciple was under 26 years old, suitable for the age, and the spirit and soul were pure, and no abnormalities were found.

Also this time, this disciple finally got a name, his name is Shen Shan.

This disciple is none other than Song Minhuan.

Song Minhuan won the first place in two rounds and is well-known among the disciples of the Immortal Sect. In the past few days, he heard people talking about him everywhere on the road.

"That Shen Shan, I met him during the trial, he directly destroyed the eyes of the entire phantom formation with a single sword... After he left, we collected a lot of remaining points."

"I also encountered it in the first round. He killed Xie Chong as if he was playing for fun. When the sword energy came out, I couldn't move at all."

"Do you know what it is? It means that his cultivation base has reached the seventh heaven, or even higher... He is less than 26 years old, reaching this level is simply a genius among geniuses."

"He seems to have a good birth. After seeing him kill Xie Chong, several junior sisters in my sect became distraught when they came back. They were all asking which inn Fang Yuezong lived in."

The disciple sighed, and complained: "It's really enviable that there are such outstanding people."

Another disciple: "Oh, speaking of this, it's not just female disciples... Several male disciples in our sect also like him very much, saying that he is the next Shen Yingxue."

"There should be some distance from Xianjun. It is rare for a genius like Xianjun to come out in a hundred years."

Song Minhuan returned to the inn, the voices of the two disciples behind him drifted far away, everyone in his room was there, and Gong Zilan heard him from the window, and raised his eyebrows at him.

"Genius among geniuses? This makes you jealous," Gong Zilan, "If they were thrown back 3000 years ago, they would probably feel that they are not worthy of life."

Gong Zilan: "3000 years ago, the descendants of the gods emerged one after another, and geniuses from all races abound...but those who survived later were very few."

"At any time, talent is a part, but hard work and persistence are the most important."

Song Minhuan was caught off guard by Young Master Lan's comfort, and he wanted to laugh a little. He nodded, "You're right, I know that there were many descendants of the gods 3000 years ago, but not many left their names. Let's talk about them now. I'm afraid not many people remember."

Feng Yuan glanced at them, with a slight smile in her eyes, "You two, you are getting more and more admiring each other."

"Of course," Gong Zilan replied to him, and then lazily said to Feng Yuan: "How can it be considered a flattery? Leaving aside Ru Long, back then Li Bei, Meng Xi, Li Clan, Yue Xia... didn't they brag about themselves?" He is a real god, what happened in the end?"

Song Minhuan asked, "What happened to them afterwards?"

"They look down on the bloodlines of the human race, and they pursue pure bloodlines close to God, so they only allow intermarriage within their own clan. Later... the curse first appeared on them, and they died of the curse."

"Some people say that the human race is the real god, and those so-called descendants of the gods, who abandon the human race... the gods will also abandon them."

Because they did not abandon the human race, they chose to maintain and fight for the human race, so they died later.

"Curse?" Song Minhuan asked.

"All descendants of gods will have curses with age, and we have not been spared...Curse is the heavy shackles on our wrists and ankles. We will die because of the curse, and we will not last long in the world."

This is also the reason why none of the gods from 3000 years ago have survived.

"It turned out to be like this," Song Minhuan recalled. On many statues he saw, Chang Le, Ji Ye, and even Shi Jun and Feng Yuan had heavy shackles on their wrists and ankles.

Was that a sign of a curse?

Gong Zilan and Feng Yuan are gone now, because they are remnant souls, not complete.

"What about Jun Yuenu... Could it be that he is not a descendant of a god?"

"He is, but he used some means... Otherwise, he wouldn't have escaped to the ghost town, and he should have slept for a long time."

The Gate of Twelve Nights did disappear for a while, and only recently reappeared.

Gong Zilan poured himself a cup of tea, remembered and said: "Boy, in the last competition, you may face your senior sister."

Song Minhuan knew that Meng Qi and Hua Chongjin also participated in this sword competition. Meng Qi is currently ranked fifth, and Hua Chongjin is ranked No.12.

He didn't see Xu Wanqin, but he heard that Xu Wanqin had left Haoyue Peak a long time ago, and now he is completely under Junyuenu's sect.

"I can let her go," Song Minhuan said, "but I must win in the end."

He is bound to win the holy water of Yingzhou.

"Sword Club Grand Competition, Shen Yingxue is also there," Young Master Lan said, "The name you used is too obvious. Is it because I'm afraid he won't know it's you?"

"I don't know what name to choose, I thought of it on the spur of the moment," Song Minhuan didn't bother to talk to Young Master Lan, he saw Mu Yin carving something on the table, went over and took a carving knife, and sat opposite Mu Yin.

"Mu Yin, can I have a piece of wood?"

Mu Yin picked a good piece for him, this man never talked much, he was taciturn in front of them, except Tong Fengyuan who talked a little more.

"Thank you," Song Minhuan scratched the wood twice with a carving knife. Hearing that Young Master Lan was still talking about him, he could tell that Young Master Lan didn't want him to have too much contact with Shen Yingxue.

The reason is very simple, Shen Yingxue's previous life was his master after all, and the other party didn't want to see him kill Shen Yingxue.

"Mu Yin, why did you choose to believe in him...was it because he talked the most?" Song Minhuan mocked lightly.

"Boy, what do you mean by that? Do you think I talk too much?"

Mu Yin concentrated on engraving his own, ignored the two people, and put the engraved one aside.

"I didn't say that, you said it yourself."

Seeing that Gong Zilan was about to beat him up, he held up the sword and disappeared in place, and turned out of the window.

Feng Yuan wanted to laugh a little: "Now he doesn't even leave the door, and he smashed a few windows."

Three-eyed female ghost: "I'll catch him and let him go through the main entrance."

Seeing that the three-eyed female ghost was really about to pass by, Feng Yuan laughed out loud and dragged her back.

Yexian City is close to the ghost town, and the days here are very short.But at the time of the day, it was dark, and the lights were turned on twice, and the streets were full of disciples from various sects.

The disciples gathered together in twos and threes. They wore Taoist robes with different patterns. They felt novelty when they arrived in the new city. They wandered around, talking about what happened recently, laughing and laughing constantly.

"How many people are called Shanshan in the world? I don't think it's such a coincidence, maybe it's Shanshan."

Song Minhuan heard a familiar voice, he turned his head and saw two familiar figures in front of the shop not far away.

One is Meng Qi and the other is Hua Chongjin.

Three years have passed, Meng Qi has grown taller again, Hua Chongjin has also grown a lot taller, but for some reason, Hua Chongjin's face is very pale, with a sickness, worse than three years ago.

Meng Qi's eyebrows were also worried. She didn't hear Hua Chongjin's response, so she was a little worried, "I can't say anything today, are you still feeling uncomfortable...Let's go back first."

"Can you still go, I will carry you back."

Meng Qi said that he was going to carry someone back, Hua Chongjin held her wrist, and with dark eyes, he said "no" and said to Meng Qi, "I'm fine, I finally came out... …It will be a disappointment to go back.”

"There's no such thing as a disappointment. Your body is the most important thing. If you're not feeling well, I'll be worried along the way."

Meng Qi laughed, "I am very happy staying with you, you don't have to feel guilty."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but lead the young man to leave the shop and follow the original road to the inn.

The light shone down, and the woman's side face was soft, looking at the man next to her with pity and worry in her eyes.

Song Minhuan stood where he was, until the figures of the two disappeared, and then he slowly looked away.

It seemed that Hua Chongjin's body had a problem again. He recalled that Shen Yingxue had said before that Hua Chongjin's health was very poor and he had been bruised for a long time. Cultivation was already difficult for him, and the road ahead would only get worse. The harder it is to walk.

Gong Zilan also said that Meng Qi would eventually leave the sect and go to Yingzhou.

The figures of the two had disappeared, the lights were dim, and the evening wind was blowing in front of them. Song Minhuan was among the crowd.

Each of them has a different path.

Thinking this way in his heart, he continued to wander the streets alone. The next third match was a unilateral battle between the first ones. If he wanted to win the first place, he had to win at least five matches and go up.

As he walked, he unknowingly came to the inn of Tianxuezong. How did he know that the inn of Tianxuezong was here?Of course, he heard it by accident, and he definitely didn't inquire about it deliberately.

There are many faces he is familiar with in the inn, they are all disciples of his class. Meng Qi’s juniors gather together on the first floor. The Tianxue Sect is the head of the fairy sect. Into the finals of the third round of competition.

Song Minhuan stood at the entrance of the inn for a while, he looked up to the second floor, the second floor should be the place where the elder lived, perhaps Shen Yingxue was also inside.

I don't know if Shen Yingxue is in this inn, will Shen Yingxue be on the second floor?What is he doing, is he busy with the competition of disciples in the sect, or is he playing chess with Gu Wujiu again?

Thinking like this, his eyes lingered, and he stood there for a while, then turned around and planned to go back.

The moment he turned around, the sword energy of a disciple next to him went astray, and several laughing disciples were in a mess.

One of the disciples bumped into him unexpectedly. He was lost in thought and was about to avoid it when a hand beside him supported the disciple.

It was a cold, white and slender hand, and the other party was holding the disciple, so that the disciple did not bump into him.

A strange feeling popped up in his heart, and he saw the familiar black lotus-pattern robe, and couldn't help clenching the long sword in his hand.

In front of the tip of his nose was the familiar light orchid fragrance. After seeing who it was, the disciples fell silent instantly, and several disciples called the man in front of him in a low voice.

"Xianjun..."