Hearing this, Tang Yun glanced at Gui Xianjun, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Master, could it be that he has taken a liking to Tongtong?" Immortal Gui took a sip of tea and said, "Can't you?" "Okay, Tongtong is indeed a junior in my clan, but I don't mind her becoming my junior sister at all." Tang Yun said seriously. She really didn't care about these things, she only hoped that Tang Mengtong would have better development in the fairy world. To be honest, Tang Mengtong didn't start practicing poison techniques since she was a child, but she was able to practice to this extent in a short period of time, and her talent in poison techniques was obviously higher than hers. Although Master Gui Xianjun is not the best poison fairy in the immortal world, her poison skills are really good. If Tang Mengtong worshiped Lord Gui Xian as his teacher, and had Ye Feiran occasionally give him guidance, no one could predict his future attainments in poisonous arts. Seeing that Tang Yun really didn't care, Lord Gui Yi couldn't help but smile, "Let's see her ranking when the time comes. If she doesn't make it into the top fifty, I will accept her as my disciple in public. Of course, if she enters the top fifty, the master will accept her as his disciple in public. " "Thank you, Master!" Tang Yun quickly thanked him. Accepting a disciple in public is equivalent to announcing to the entire immortal world immediately that Tang Mengtong is also someone protected by an immortal king. Immortal Lord Gui Yi stretched out his hand to hold Tang Yun's hand and said with a smile, "Thank you for what you are doing. The best way to express your gratitude to me as a teacher is that you two practice poison techniques well in the future." Although Immortal Guiyi has accepted several disciples, except for Tang Yun, who is a direct disciple, the others are all registered disciples. "Yes, disciple understands." Tang Yun agreed with a smile. When Ke Duzhong heard the conversation between master and disciple, the corners of his lips curved. Tang Mengtong, the new blood, stabilized. Qingwu's eyes flashed slightly on the side, and she said quietly, "As the saying goes, poisons are inseparable, but what about Nie Yingluo's poison skills?" After hearing this, Ke Duzhong looked up at Gui Yi and said with a smile, "Gui Yi, please also pay attention to Nie Yingluo." Gui Yi nodded in agreement, "Okay!" As long as her talent in poison magic is good, she doesn't mind having one more disciple. Tang Yun didn't mind even more. She wished that all these talented people from Senluo Continent could successfully join a certain sect. The situation in the weapons repair competition arena was also very intense. There are three fourth-grade weapon refiners in the competition stage, but the most attractive one is still Maduge, naturally because of his young age. Ke Duzhong immediately sent a message to the First Weapon Immortal. Although the First Weapon Immortal didn't say anything, he had been paying attention to Mu Ge's situation. Dan Xiu Competition Stage. The performances of Yu Liuxia, Yun Chen and Situ Yu are also outstanding, and they are naturally eye-catching. Although Yun Chen and Situ Yu can't catch the eyes of No. 1 Dan Immortal Wen Xi, Xia Lingqing is also in the Xuantian Immortal Sect. As long as her cultivation level improves, she can become the elder of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, so they both have nothing to worry about. , just follow Xia Lingqing and eat meat. However, Ke Duzhong was a little worried that their ranking would not be among the top fifty, and Xia Lingqing would have to step in when the time came. Qian Mingzhu, Jiang Yinghan, Han Xize, and Nalan Weiran also performed well on the Dharma Cultivation Competition. Although they lost and lost, their ability to challenge higher levels was eye-catching. Lu Yingzhou's performance in the Sword Cultivator Competition was also impressive. He also lost and won. An Immortal Lord from the Sword Immortal Sect took a fancy to his talent. Time flies, half a month has passed, and the competition is still very fierce. Ye Feiran and Ye Han came to watch the competition every day. In addition to seeing the conditions of their friends, they also wanted to know about the conditions of practitioners with similar cultivation levels in the immortal world. At the same time, all major sect forces glanced at Ye Feiran from time to time, wondering what kind of competition she would participate in. Ye Han was also curious and couldn't help but ask via voice message, "Ran'er, aren't you going to take part in the competition?" "Wait a little longer!" Ye Feiran replied with a smile. Seeing that she knew what she knew, Ye Han stopped asking any more questions. Then she couldn't help but participate in a Dharma practice competition, and then met Feng Xiao. Ye Han and Ye Feiran: "..." When Ye Han and Feng Xiao were competing, Feng Ying happily came over to say hello. "Miss Ye, long time no see!" Ye Feiran was also very happy, "Fengying, long time no see!" Then, she saw Duanmu Shuche and Rong Jing behind Fengying. After everyone greeted each other, they watched the competition seriously. When they met for the first time, Ye Feiran felt that Feng Xiao was not easy, so in this competition, Feng Xiao won and her aunt Ye Han lost. It's just a competition, so it won't affect everyone's relationship. Since they met, everyone gathered together for a meal that night. After the meal, Feng Ying couldn't help but ask, "Miss Ye, which sect are you planning to join?" "If you rank well, you will naturally join the Xuantian Immortal Sect." Ye Feiran replied with a smile. Feng Ying, Feng Xiao and Rong Jing looked at each other and said, "We think so too." Duanmu Shuche didn't say anything, so Han Xize couldn't help but ask, "Master Duanmu, where are you?" Duanmu Shuche smiled slightly, "I haven't thought about it yet." "Oh!" Han Xize responded, but did not persuade Duanmu Shuche to join the Xuantian Immortal Sect, for fear that Ye Feiran would be embarrassed. The next day, as soon as Ye Feiran and his party arrived at the competition ground, they found that the sword cultivation arena was busier than ever. "Who is this Shangguan Yujie? Why have I never heard of him?" "With a bone age of over thirty, he is at the peak of immortality, and he has already understood the lightning attribute sword intent. Such a proud man should be very famous!" "Yes, and he was also recognized by the Divine Sword Thunder Sound Sword." "Shangguan Yujie, could it be that he is a disciple of the Shangguan family, a hidden family?" "Do the disciples of the Hidden World Family also want to join the sect?" "What's strange about this? It's not like there are no disciples from the Hidden World Family joining the sect." "Is this Shangguan Yujie the second Ye Feixuan?" Hearing the commotion around them, Ye Feiran and Lu Yingzhou squeezed their way to the front of the Sword Immortal Competition Stage and looked at Shangguan Yujie, who looked like a sharp sword on the stage. With just one glance, Ye Feiran knew that this man was a natural swordsman. Shangguan Yujie, I wonder what his relationship is with Guan Yufeng? Thinking of this, Ye Feiran subconsciously looked around and saw Shangguan Yufeng's figure. They should be from the same family! At the same time, both the Sword Immortal Sect and other sect forces focused their attention on Shangguan Yujie. Especially the Sword Immortal Sect, they couldn't be more excited to see a genius sword cultivator like Ye Feixuan. m.biqubao.com "This Shangguan Yujie must recruit our Sword Immortal Sect." "It's necessary. Anyway, we can't let Xuantian Immortal Sect take it away this time." "Hmph, then I want to see who is more powerful, Ye Feixuan or Shangguan Yujie." On the other side, Ke Duzhong naturally noticed Shangguan Yujie and looked up at Wang Zezhi. "Zezhi, what do you think of Shangguan Yujie?"
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
