After five thousand years of cultivating immortality, he was picked up and cultivated by Heaven.

The two rode Song Yu's Frost Moon Sword and soon arrived at the Qingyu Gate.

The huge stone at the door with the sapphire gate written on it seems to be filled with awe and righteousness, which makes people only watch it from a distance but not play with it.

I heard from Song Yu that this was originally a mountain peak, which was cut down by the ancestor and stood at the gate of the sect. It still retains the sharp sword energy of the ancestor.

Bai Wuchen was filled with admiration. What kind of cultivation is this? Such great ability, which can truly move mountains and seas, is unimaginable.

Following Song Yu this time, it was easy to enter the Qingyu Gate.

It is still relatively early now, and there are many pedestrians on the road. Everyone is rushing to the training ground.

The disciples of the Qingyu Sect are indeed worthy of their reputation. They are not only highly cultivated, but also have a pure aura. They wear uniform blue clothes and look quite like an immortal.

Seeing this, Bai Wuchen felt a little ashamed of himself, feeling humble and weak.

He looked at Song Yu and felt for the first time that he was not worthy of him.

He is the bright moon, and he is just a grass.

Although his mood was a bit complicated, Bai Wuchen kept it quiet and had a gentle smile on his face. He knew well that emotions and anger should be invisible. After all, he had also received severe beatings from society.

The two of them rode the Feijian. The place they were going to was the Qingyu Gate's training ground. It was a huge mountain that was cut in half to form a huge square.

The half that was cut off is missing. It is not the peak at the door. This mountain is relatively short and fat, and the peak at the door is obviously more graceful and tall.

It is said that the ancestor used it to fight the enemy, but it was shattered by the enemy's palm, forming a pile of rocks, more than a hundred miles south of the sect.

Bai Wuchen felt that the founder of the Qingyu Sect was really powerful. He could carry such a heavy mountain for more than a hundred miles, which was really a magical method.

In the middle of the square are several training grounds, surrounded by stands. At this time, there are many disciples sitting in the stands.

This wide square has a nice name, Rizhao Wuying Terrace.

When they were approaching the square, Song Yu put away his flying sword, took Bai Wuchen's hand, and the two of them flew in the air together.

How elegant is it for two people to hold hands in broad daylight.

He didn't want to be this conspicuous bag.

I tried to pull my hand out several times but failed.

He didn't want to make too much noise and be laughed at by others.

I had no choice but to whisper to Song Yu: "Song Yu, let go of my hand."

Song Yu raised their hands, with a proud face on his face, and replied lightly, "Don't let go."

Bai Wuchen felt awkward and social, which was completely inconsistent with his low-key personality.

Sure enough, if the age gap between them is large, there will be a generation gap.

The young man is really passionate and unrestrained, and he can't hold it back at all.

As soon as they entered the square, an outer disciple came over and led the two of them to their seats.

The two of them were in the second row, very far forward.

During this period, Bai Wuchen tried to withdraw his hand several times but failed. He was so angry that he glared at Song Yu several times.

He could already feel a lot of eyes looking over at him. He was really angry, embarrassed, and a little helpless.

This caused his eye circles to become a little red, and there seemed to be a thin layer of mist in his eyes.

Seeing Bai Wuchen's "I feel pity for him" look, Song Yu's breathing quickened a bit.

He was used to seeing his gentle yet strong look. This was the first time he saw this slightly fragile look, and he couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster.

He tightened his grip for a moment, then let go.

Bai Wuchen felt happy, withdrew his hand, smiled at Song Yu, and thought to himself, you know the truth.

This smile was very shallow, as fresh and moist as a white lotus after the rain. Song Yu was stunned again.

He had completely forgotten where he was, opened his mouth slightly, and moved closer.

Seeing that his eyes were dazed, Bai Wuchen quickly pushed him and he woke up.

He touched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.

He was so attractive that he really couldn't control himself.

At this time, a person walked up next to Bai Wuchen. He turned around and saw that it was Senior Brother Yilian Chengyi.

He was wearing the attire of an inner disciple. He no longer had the chic and romantic look before, but instead looked serious.

What a handsome young man, with jade trees facing the wind and a dignified appearance.

The clothing of the disciples of the Qingyu Sect seems to have a magical effect. No matter who wears it, they look very decent, elegant and extraordinary.

After he sat down, he saw Bai Wuchen looking at him with a smile and nodded to Bai Wuchen.

He looks very much like a certain star in his past life. When his peach blossom eyes look at you and smile, it will make people feel that he loves you deeply.

Putting this thought out of his mind, Bai Wuchen smiled politely.

When he turned around, he found that Song Yu's face was tense, and he was obviously unhappy again.

Bai Wuchen smiled, stretched out his fingers, and touched his palm.

His stern face melted like spring snow, and he smiled like a flower.

Song Yu wanted to hold his hand, but Bai Wuchen finally pulled his hand away, so how could he let him hold it so easily.

He anticipated his intention and quickly retracted his hand, hiding it in his sleeve.

He imitated Song Yu's proud smile just now and smiled at him.

Song Yu was amused by such cute Bai Wuchen.

Bai Wuchen had always been mature, steady, and sober. It was rare that he showed such temperament, and he was deeply attracted.

However, this time he was not distracted, because he found that his master was here, sitting on the high platform in the front, also in the second row.

Song Yuyue and Bai Wuchen were located in the south of the square, slightly to the west.

There is a high platform due to the west, which is the location of the sect's head, elders, deacons and other important figures.

The leader naturally sits in the middle of the first row, with the elders on the left and right, and the elders in the second row.

Under the high platform, there are densely packed seats where the various sect administrators and sect disciples are seated.

The first row to the south are the head disciples, the disciples of the Supreme Elder, the second row are the elite disciples, and the third row are the inner disciples.

Basically, this is the case. In this world, the left is respected, so the head disciples, elite disciples, etc. all sit in the south of the square.

Bai Wuchen clearly felt that since his master Song Yu came, he has become much more honest.

He sat upright and looked serious.

After waiting for a while, the leader came.

An old man with an air of immortality, soaring in the clouds and mist, like a real god, landed at the front of the high platform.

The entire Rizhao Shadowless Stage was silent, and everyone looked at the leader in unison.

This old man looks ordinary, just like a real old man in the world.

In fact, everyone who understands knows that this is a kind of return to nature after advanced cultivation.

The old man looked quite amiable. After standing on the high platform, he faced everyone and said solemnly: "Dear disciples of the Qingyu Sect, the road to cultivating immortality is full of thorns and difficulties. You must never forget your original intention, have patience and perseverance, and be diligent. Only by practicing more can you understand the secret of cultivating immortality."

"I hope that every disciple can pursue the true path of cultivating immortals and live up to our sect's expectations! Now, the sect's autumn and winter competition begins!"

After saying that, the leader sat in the middle of the first row.