The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

Duan Ling being controlled by the killer is almost not good for Elder Yuli. The other party is afraid that killing his soul will cause the soul lamp to go out and reveal his whereabouts. He was lucky enough to escape, but he was unable to provide any useful information after waking up, and suffered a little. .

After losing such a face, he returned to the inner sect a few months later. He was much more taciturn, still carrying the domineering arrogance before, but a little more gloomy and cold.

Wu Pianxian subconsciously talked to him: "Are you okay?"

Without raising his eyes, he spat out a word viciously: "Get lost!"

Wu Pianxian blinked unexpectedly, only then was she convinced that this Duan Ling was really not the same as the Duan Ling she knew.

The others observed intentionally or unconsciously, and found that the person they knew was very different from Duan Ling.

It's just that everyone was rivals in the outer sect at the beginning, and they had never met or dealt with each other a few times.

After making contact, all he saw was the killer, so naturally he would not doubt it.

After the turmoil subsided, the years of cultivation slowly returned to the dull and calm it should have been.

Nothing happens, just practice, every day.

A year later, the Grand Competition will soon be ushered in, and Liu Mianmian is also out.

Although she has a soft and sweet name and looks petite next door, Liu Mianmian herself is a serious and cold person.

Sure enough, she didn't break through the Nascent Soul, and her realm dropped by three levels.

But in this big competition, they broke through one after another, from the seventh floor of Jindan all the way to the fifth floor of Yuanying, which made everyone amazed.

The rules of Luoyue Villa ensure that the ten inner disciples must fight once in pairs.

After nine battles, Liu Mianmian won seven of them, seven of which were breakthroughs before the battle, and only two of which she did not win.

One was fighting with Shi Xuan, and that one was not unexciting, but Shi Xuan cultivated formations, she is a sword cultivator, specially restraining her, trapped in it until the end of time, she did not find the real enemy to defeat .

The other was a fight with Zhao Ye. Zhao Ye used a long knife and she used a long sword. It was supposed to be a smooth and fierce battle, but Liu Mianmian lost her rhythm from the first move for some reason, and the battle ended. It was extremely fast, as if they saw their swords facing each other, and in the blink of an eye, Liu Mianmian's sword was cut off.

The sword of a sword repairer is extremely important, and Liu Mianmian's sword is already alive, she immediately surrendered without any reluctance to fight, and hurried away with the broken sword.

At first everyone thought it was Zhao Ye's luck that something happened to Liu Mianmian's sword.

Until the battle between Zhao Ye and other people, almost all of them won by one blow, and everyone was the same. They lost their rhythm at the beginning, as if they had lost their standard collectively.

Until Zhao Ye and Shi Xuan fought.

One with a knife and one with an array.

Everyone watched them standing there motionless, without blinking, like two sculptures, standing there for three days and three nights.

In the early morning of the last day, before the end of the competition time, the long knife shattered the Yanwu platform.

The black-clothed boy's face was pale and cold, his black eyes were emotionless, his long knife was sheathed, he turned and left step by step.

The boy in white closed his eyes, and there was a warm smile on his lips, which seemed to be absent: "Accept."

Everyone thought before that that this blind and gentle young man always smiled with his eyes bent, he was just as he looked, like the warm sun shining into the water, innocent, beautiful and expensive jade-like noble son, which made people subconscious I want to be close, trust and protect him.

Although he won the first nine games, no one was surprised. Who would want to hurt such a person?

He is also an array cultivator, and even fighting is like playing hide-and-seek with others, even the losers feel that they have had an innocent and wonderful dream.

However, even Zhao Ye lost...

Everyone knew that Zhao Ye would never let Shixuan go, let alone show mercy.

Everyone seems to realize for the first time that Shi Xuan is actually very strong, but even if they realize it, they still feel no threat when they see him afterwards.

It is impossible to think of him as an opponent.

The top three in the Grand Competition are still inner disciples and will not participate in the battle with the outer sect.

They are Shixuan who won nine battles and nine victories, Zhao Ye who won eight battles and Liu Mianmian who won seven battles.

The remaining seven disciples will fight again with the top ten in the outer sect, and choose the top seven from among them.

Liu Mianmian went to repair her sword as soon as it was over.

Zhao Ye chose to retreat immediately.

Later, when they recalled it, it seemed that only in the first year did they practice together and take classes together.

After the fake Duan Ling disappeared, it was like the endless pear blossoms in spring, it never happened again, and everything could never go back.

After that, everyone practiced on their own.

Zhao Ye has been in seclusion, and he did not participate in the competition in the second year, which was regarded as giving up his qualifications. A disciple from the outer sect filled in.

Liu Mianmian was taken to the Monster Forest by Qing Ming, and she was asked to practice in battle. At first, she would come back during the competition, but after that she didn't see anyone for several years, and naturally there were new people to fill her vacancy.

Afterwards, the other few people did not live in Luoyue Mountain Villa all the time, they studied with the suitable teacher that Yu Luo Xiaotai found for them, and only went back during the Grand Competition, and some people did not go back.

On the day when Fifth Xia went to the Monster Beast Forest like Liu Mianmian, Wu Pianxian was very disappointed: "How can I be left in the blink of an eye?"

She also wants to go, but what she practices is mental art, which can be regarded as a form of formation, and the experience in the monster forest does not benefit her much.

What's more, she was afraid of being discovered as a demon clan.

The ten inner disciples have been changing all the time. Once they lose their qualifications, the attendants who follow them will also have to go back to the outer sect. Very few inner disciples lose, and the attendants come from behind, perhaps because few people will Let the threatening person be your servant.

Only Shi Xuan, Duan Ling, and Wu Pianxian are always there.

Although Wu Pianxian likes Shi Xuan very much, she really hates this real Duan Ling. Every time the other party sees her, he always looks like a rival in love.

She is a beautiful little fairy, is she blind?Even Shi Xuan, who is really blind, has always treated her courteously.

In the end, she was so bored that she also chose to retreat.

Only Chu Hongyue was thinking, where did the little fool go after Zhao Ye retreated?

Some people speculated that he was sent away by Luoyue Mountain Villa, some said that Zhao Ye sent him to a family to take care of him, and some said that Zhao Ye took him to retreat with him.

Shi Xuan also asked a question.

Yu Li sent a message: "That is not a mortal, but a flower demon."

Since it is a demon, there is no need to worry that there will be no one to take care of it without the master.

Shi Xuan smiled lightly: "So it's a flower demon, I didn't realize it."

After all, I have never seen such a round and silly flower demon like pearl glutinous rice balls.

Alu smiled: "No wonder he always said that he grew up to be a beauty, and the words of a flower demon should not be ugly, but why is he so round? What kind of flower is so edible?"

The person who sent the message said: "His transformation was a coincidence, and the source of the magic treasure of the monster race fell on him. The potted flower was dying, and it was just a bud, and it was ripened overnight."

The Illusory Pole Source was originally the supreme artifact of the monster race. 4000 years ago, the Zhenyu Dynasty almost dominated the cultivation world.

The person who sent the message said: "The elder asked his subordinates to ask whether to bring the treasure back."

Shi Xuan didn't speak, just closed his eyes and smiled gently, turning slightly to Qing Ming.

Qingming said indifferently: "This thing is a treasure to the grass and trees family. The Yu Luo Xiao Terrace is not very useful. Since Zhao Ye is my Yu Luo Xiao Terrace, let's put that thing there first."

"Yes."

The messenger left.

Qingming's voice was flat: "Yu Li wanted to control Zhao Ye so he gave him the source of illusion. Now come to ask for instructions. If you don't take it back, Zhao Ye is accepting his love. If you take it back, the wicked will ask you and me to do it." .”

Shi Xuan just laughed, a little lazy and happy, like the afternoon breeze blowing across the lake: "It doesn't matter, that little flower demon is the first person I met when I came to Luoyue Villa, so I will treat it as a meeting gift."

Qing Ming looked at his face: "My lord likes this little flower demon?"

Shi Xuan said gently: "Not to mention, it's a little cute. Even if I want to know, will he grow into a big beauty like he said."

He just said it casually.

Qing Ming knows.

Yuli actually doesn't know the young master, Qing Ming thought, this person is the most soft-hearted and beautiful existence in the world.

This world is all his, as long as he likes it, it's all his.

He has everything, so he doesn't want to take away what others have left.

On the other side, Yuli also heard the reply from the person who sent the message.

He waved his hand and let people go down.

Qing Ming actually didn't know that person, Yuli thought, only he knew the true face of this person in this world.

He does have everything, including everyone's love, but he doesn't care about anyone at all.

He closed his eyes and smiled lazily, without doing anything, let everyone hold things in front of him.

Qing Ming loves him, and the other nine servants love him, so they can't see him.

He devotes himself to plundering all the good things, playing with them, throwing them away, and crushing them.

The reason why he didn't want it was definitely not because it was the only one for others.

Just because the little fool is stupid and ugly, and because the little fool already likes him more than his master.

People who rob nothing don't rob what they have already got, and they don't want to rob fools.

……

Zisang Junyan had a bad day in retreat.

He fell into a phantom formation during the battle with Shixuan.

Seeing his flowers follow Shixuan away.

Shi Xuan walked in front without looking back, the little fool was small and short-legged, he followed very hard, and accidentally tripped over.

Those Shixuan's followers and admirers ridiculed and ridiculed his flowers.

"...What's the use of you? You are worthy of liking young master?"

"...Do you dare to kill Zi Sang Junyan? If you kill him, the young master will like you."

There are two sons Sang Junyan in the body.

A calm, clear that this is just an illusion.

A madness, unable to distinguish whether it happened in the past or will happen in the future.

Countless pictures shattered the consciousness.

One son, Sang Junyan, said, kill them all, and they will make him leave me.

One son, Sang Junyan, said that if you lock him up, he will leave with others.

A son Sang Junyan said, who is he?There has never been a person named Yetan in the royal family of Zisang.

A son, Sang Junyan, said, "You practice the ruthless way, but now you want to destroy the way?"

One son, Sang Junyan, said that it was just a demon.

A son, Sang Junyan, said that he was the one who killed me, and until the day I die, he will be mine.

He walked back and saw the little round Yetan.

Her jade-colored eyes were clear, and she looked at him obediently, with only him in her eyes.

The whole world only likes him, and only wants to be liked by him.

Ye Tan stretched out his hand and touched the back of young son Sang Junyan's neck with his feet. The young man with a straight back lowered his head and squatted down, letting his hand gently touch his head.

Mo-colored tired eyes drooped, and his forehead was lightly pressed against Ye Tan's.

"I'm going to close."

He had to change his exercises and retrain.

Ye Tan's eyes looked at him gently: "Yes."

Zisang Junyan opened his eyes and looked at him.

Ye Tan's emerald-colored eyes widened slightly, crystal clear, with a cool background, innocent and innocent: "I'm not going anywhere."

The boy looked at him for a long time with long and narrow dark eyes like Yongye, and then closed his eyes.

Tianshu reminded him: [Aren't we collecting Daoyi brush and ink? 】

Plans have been pushed back again and again, but the pressure to bloom has only increased.

Yetan hummed: "There are other ways to consume cultivation."

There is nothing else in Zisang Junyan's retreat, only a flowerpot without flowers.

All of Yetan's consciousness entered Zisang Junyan's Zifu Consciousness Sea.

Turned into three thousand, each Ye Tan went to a fragment.

Zi Sang Junyan practiced in closed doors.

He restored Zi Sang Junyan's sea consciousness soul.

He didn't really know what to do, and he didn't know if it would work.

Just wanted to do it.

Cultivation is not spent on any important things, it is used to split the soul, it is already consumed just to maintain the split state.

A 1-year cultivation base can burn for a long time.

Then, every son Sang Junyan of the Fragmented World has a Yetan beside him.

The umbrella she was holding was slowly raised, Fei's cold eyes were slowly bent, imitating Shi Xuan's appearance, the corners of her raised lips were warm and soft.

He observed and studied for a long time, this is the favorite person in this world, the favorite smile.

Zisang Junyan is very difficult to stick, just two pieces stick together for a long time.

He didn't know how to bind the soldiers and failed, and was split into three thousand parts by the sword of heaven.

He just wants to be with him, every son Sang Junyan.

I want to know what Zisang Junyan's world is like in a place He doesn't know, what he is looking at, and what he is thinking.

Zisang Junyan may not be alone, nor does he need anyone.

He never saw loneliness and wavering in this man's face.

It was Ye Tan himself who wanted Zi Sang Junyan to feel lonely.

"I'm not going anywhere." He took the lead in promising.

He actually doesn't care what Zisang Junyan wants to do, or not do anything, where to go, or not go anywhere.

The best son, Sang Junyan, slept in his snow valley 800 years ago, and they have always been there.

But people are different from plants. People are living creatures. If they don’t move, they are dead. When they die, they have nothing. When the body dies, the soul also dies.

He hopes that Zisang Junyan will exist, and he will always exist.

Zisang Jun Yan to go, He can follow.

"Here you are." Ye Tan in each fragment gave each son Sang Junyan the white fairy rope, and stretched out his hand, asking him to tie their hands together.

Fei's cold eyes were low and empty, watching the other party carefully tie the two ends of the rope to each other's wrists, the light in his eyes slowly became clear and gentle.

……

Ten years later, the inner disciples from the scattered realms of cultivation were recalled.

Yu Luo Xiaotai Grand Competition.

Before that, Luoyue Villa held the annual grand competition ahead of schedule.

The difference is that the top ten selected this time will be sent to the foot of Biluo Mountain to compete with the disciples of other Elder Jiu Shichen.

The top ten winners enter Biluo Mountain.

Biluo Mountain is the holy mountain of Yuluoxiaotai. It is said that the master of Yuluoxiaotai lived there. It is said that there is a hell way on Biluoshan.

At this point, everyone in the cultivation world has thought that Yu Luo Xiaotai is selecting disciples for the disciples of the Heavenly Dao.

"It is said that the current Elder Jiu Shichen practiced in Biluo Mountain with the previous successor of the Tao of Heaven. Based on this, it is speculated that the person who won the victory this time and stayed in Biluo Mountain is likely to be the next Jiu Shichen in the future."

"Xuan Ye has been unable to convince the public. It seems that his position as the successor of the Dao of Heaven has not been right. He has never been selected, nor has he practiced with the elder Jiu Shichen. Could it be that Dao of Heaven will also select a new successor from among them this time? ?”

"Will there be two successors of Heavenly Dao? Or Tiandao will abolish Xuan Ye for no reason and appoint a new successor..."

No matter how others speculate, everything in Luoyue Villa is in order.

The top ten selected by the outer sect this year, the ten disciples from the inner sect last year, and those who have been cultivating or retreating outside these years but retaining the status of inner disciples add up to about 50 people.

Each of these fifty people needs to fight with other people, and the top ten who win the most in the end are eligible to compete with the people selected by the other nine elders of Yu Luoxiaotai.

The selection process lasted for three months.

Zi Sang Junyan left the customs on the last day.

He was still wearing black single clothes, his long hair was tied behind his head by a white rope, and his handsome face was calm and ascetic, as if time was slowing down on him.

Qing Ming said lightly: "Today is the last day. If you want to participate in the competition, you have to fight 50 people before sunrise."

Yuli rested his chin: "It's too slow, he came late, it might be more difficult."

He beckoned.

Feng Buyu turned into a virtual god and left for a while, and came back soon, not only that, but also brought a group of people.

Yu Li casually said, "Forty of you were all eliminated, and now I will give you a chance. For this man, all forty of you will go up together. If you can beat him, I will give each of you a chance. If Zhao Ye wins Now, I will let you participate in the Biluo Mountain selection."

The expressions of the forty people who were hesitant at first suddenly changed.

Luoyue Mountain Villa's ten-year selection was to select ten disciples to be sent to Biluo Mountain today. The future of these eliminated disciples is uncertain after today.

One step forward is the future Elder Jiu Shichen, the heir to heaven above ten thousand people, but one step back is a hopeless path.

They only need to win one person to get that chance, why not try everything?

The voice of the young man in black was clear and calm: "Okay."

Yuli said again: "It doesn't matter whether you live or die."

Qing Ming frowned: "Yu Li..."

Yu Li said coldly: "If there are other people who come late and want to try, follow this example - how?"

Qing Ming stopped talking.

Forty disciples have jumped onto the martial stage.

Each of them has learned differently. At this moment, they have formed several battle formations with both offensive and defensive skills centered on formation cultivation, and communicated with each other for a while.

The young man in black unsheathed his long sword without light, and leaped into the crowd in an instant.

Yu Li said coldly: "Expand the martial arts stage."

He had no intention of giving convenience to the young man in black at all.

Otherwise, if the long knife is facing a group of people, the terrain will be tight, and it will be a disadvantage if there are too many people to use it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Buyu released his spiritual consciousness, and used his cultivation to put together the martial arts arena on the square.

Like a layer upon layer of blooming peonies.

"The one who falls off the martial arts stage loses, the one who admits defeat automatically loses, and the one who dies loses."

Only a few breaths after the opening, several people flew out.

The movement of the young man in black is not ghostly, and it is even clear to others.

He was tall and thin, and the long knife was slender, and the pressure was not very heavy, but the blade was aimed, and the person who was looking at the person with those indifferent and dark eyes had the idea of ​​invincibility from the bottom of his heart before fighting.

Why is this happening?

Logically speaking, this should not be the case. The gap between everyone exists objectively, but almost all of these forty people have entered the inner sect. In this three-month competition, almost every disciple has fought against each other. .

Including winners already in the top ten.

There is a gap, and a loss is a loss, but it is all after a hard fight. It is not easy for anyone to win, and everyone has tried their best.

There has never been an opponent like this, which makes people unable to perform.

The opponent's tricks are clear and clear, although fierce but extremely stable, but I seem to trust the opponent's ability more than the opponent, and I can't avoid the conclusion that I can't win from the bottom of my heart at a glance.

It's like if they practiced the same knife a hundred times, this person has practiced it one hundred thousand times.

They carried the power of lightning with their sabers, but the opponent's saber was aimed at the Nine Layers of Heavenly Thunder.

Even so, no one gave up and still tried their best to find a way to win.

"Okay." Qing Ming praised, he was always calm and rarely showed his emotions, "If this saber technique doesn't show its power one-on-one, this person has great potential, and I'm afraid these people are far from pushing their limits. Pity."

If he knew earlier, he shouldn't be allowed to retreat, and he should go to the monster forest or the monster battlefield like Liu Mianmian.

Although Yu Li didn't speak, his eyes were fixed.

At this moment, without warning, thunder exploded.

This thunder is even more terrifying than that of a monk in the Mahayana period.

In an instant, everyone stood up, only the competition on the martial arts stage continued.

Everyone immediately thought it was someone who could overcome the catastrophe.

But the roaring sound was roaring and furious, as terrifying as the sky falling.

Qingming and Yuli looked at the sky, even though they were here, they had separated a ray of consciousness to look far away just for a moment.

Soon the fascination returned.

Qing Ming's expression was indifferent.

Yuli glanced at Yanwutai, then at Qingming, and said to Feng Buyu: "You sit in town, and I will go there myself."

Everyone didn't know, so they panicked, and even thought that the demon world attacked Yu Luoxiaotai.

But seeing Elder Qingming's calm expression as always, he knew that the matter might not be that serious.

It's really not serious, it's just that the sky has collapsed.

Moreover, the sky steps of Tiancheng, which was still in charge of Yuli, collapsed.

The heavenly ladder is built by the obsession of monks who have been obliterated for 4000 years to ascend. It is rumored that the day when the heavenly ladder is built, the heavenly formation will be opened, which can break the door of the heavenly ascension.

Since the collapse of the Zhenyu Dynasty, the eighteen heavenly steps have been hidden.

The heavenly steps found today have a function, that is, they can use the aura of heaven and earth and the primordial spirit to rebirth monks.

Whether it's playing with life and death, or simply fearing death, Qing Ming doesn't like it.

What kind of immortal are you afraid of death?

He said flatly to Feng Buyu, "You'd better cherish your own life these days."

At this moment, the winner or loser on the stage is almost decided.

He stood up: "You sit in town, if anyone comes, follow Yuli's rules."

Having said that, it is expected that there will be no second person.

After speaking, Qing Ming will leave.

I don't know why the sky steps collapsed, Yuli is crazy, he is worried, so he still has to go there himself.

Just then, a very soft bell rang.

The ringtone seemed far away, but it seemed to be right next to my ears.

The moment the bell rang, the wind picked up.

The breeze is coming from afar, and the fluctuations in the air are visible to the naked eye, bringing grass blades and tiny flower petals.

Like the message of the arrival of the gods of the four seasons, the flowers are urged.

They suddenly couldn't remember which season it was.

The footsteps were very light, stepping on the bluestone road and landing on the white jade steps.

It was obviously far away, but because the surroundings suddenly became quiet, everyone could hear it.

Qing Ming looked over.

The largest square in the inner gate of the Martial Arts Field, the main hall is just north of the square, and only major events will be opened.

To the south is the mountain road leading to the outer gate at the foot of the mountain, where many flowers are scattered here and there.

At this moment, the trees are full of flowers, pink, white and red, like the vitality that has been stimulated in an instant, and they are blooming to the extreme with all their strength.

Between the stone steps and the flowers, the first thing I saw was an umbrella.

Red umbrella, painted white flower tree.

A string of wind chimes hangs on the left side of the umbrella, and the clear sound and wind seem to be caused by the string of wind chimes.

The person holding an umbrella climbed up the steps. He seemed to be walking unhurriedly, but he had already come to the square.

The air floated by the wind is like a world caged in transparent sea water.

The man was wearing red clothes, layers of solemn red, in the windy and snowy spring scene, full of beauty, but cold, like a blood-stained epiphyllum blooming at the dawn of the day.

Not human, not demon, not demon, not ghost, not heaven.

The wind blows the bells, and the aura of heaven and earth fluctuates.

The Luo umbrella slowly moved up, revealing that face.