The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

"It's an exchange meeting, but in fact it's more expensive and less expensive, and it's not like in the sect, where you have to compete one-on-one." Yue Wuxia said to the crowd, "We fight first with literature and then with martial arts. Talk about your own understanding, and then go to the competition if you see the right person. Although you want to maintain the dignity of yourself and the sect, peace is the most important thing. Don't make things that almost show people's heads, you know ?"

She looked at Yun Ying and Su Ming Lang meaningfully.

Yunying nodded slightly, but Su Minglang said with a smile: "Who cares so much when it comes to the head!"

Yue Wuxia glanced over indifferently, Su Minglang had no choice but to shut up: "I will listen to the suzerain."

The concern of the suzerain and brother Su seems to be very close.

Yunying looked at Su Minglang secretly rolling his eyes, thinking silently in his heart.

The seven sects in the Northland are Fengnigu, Mingyuezong, Zixia Palace, Lianxiantai, Leiyin Palace, Binghuo Pavilion, and Youhuangzhai. A small but elite partial sect, the number of people is only about three or four thousand, and most of the disciples' methods are similar, but the internal skills of the sect are unique, and they can always attract talented disciples. There are geniuses from generation to generation, so the inheritance Inexhaustible, always ranked in the forefront of Zhengxiu Zongmen.

The Qinzhou Mansion set up the arena in the main hall of the city lord's mansion, and the city lord position at the highest point was divided into seven, serving as the positions for the leaders of the seven sects.

Except for Mingyue Sect whose suzerain Yue Wuxia personally led the team here, the leaders of other sects are mostly sword-wielding elders or dharma-protecting elders, and their cultivation bases are between Hexu and Dongming.

Many powerful monks sat side by side, their majesty was so majestic that no one dared to look directly at them.

On the left and right sides of the arena, there were no more or no futons corresponding to the number of people. Yunying sat down with many Mingyue Sect disciples and looked at the people from other sects.

Feng Nigu had the most visitors, about 30 people, and the leader of the team was Zhuo Pengju, Feng Jing's elder brother. He was dressed in a purple robe, about [-] years old, with delicate features, and he had a similar appearance to Zhuo Yanjia. But it has an icy aura that should not be entered by strangers.

"Are all sword cultivators like this? Brother Yao has been acting like this since he was a child, and the two brothers Gao Mingyu and Zhu Tianyang are even more cold. Alone." Su Minglang folded his arms beside her and sighed.

Yun Ying did not agree to his words, but only reminded lightly: "Young Master Zhuo will hear."

"How do you hear that?" Su Minglang shrugged, "It's not that I said bad things behind someone's back, but in front of others, can he still be angry?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Pengju suddenly cast his eyes on the two of them.

Su Minglang was startled, then smiled and said: "Isn't it true that you really care about these two bad words?"

Zhuo Pengju didn't look at Su Minglang, but looked at Yunying thoughtfully.

Yun Ying calmly faced his scrutiny, and after a while, Zhuo Pengju looked away again and glanced at his family.

Feng Jing was playing with the two round and bright pearls in her hand, turning them like walnuts, and glanced at Yun Ying from time to time, seeing that she never looked back, she couldn't help but propped her chin and sighed.

"What's wrong with the third son?" The girl beside him couldn't help asking with a smile when she saw that he was out of his mind.

"What's the matter? I'm not always like this." Feng Jing turned to ask her, "Have you learned the Crying Moon Pose well, come here to compete, aren't you afraid that others will beat you to tears?"

The girl's complexion changed, and she said viciously: "Shut up if you can't speak! Really!"