I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

Unlike Xihe Holy Land, which has a fixed cycle for opening tests, Shenzong accepts new disciples at a very arbitrary time. Many disciples were picked up by the elders of the sect from various continents. Once an initiation ceremony is officially held, many sects will offer heavy gifts. Although the Xihe Holy Land has bad intentions this time, it cannot be exempted from congratulatory gifts.

It should even be given more preciously than other sects, so as not to lose the face of the Holy Land's ten thousand-year foundation.

Su Zuo listened to the long list of gifts and glanced at the most conspicuous place, but found no whereabouts of his master.

The elders of the Shen Sect were chatting with the visitors, and the accompanying disciples of the visiting sect stood quietly, wearing the uniform uniforms of their sect, and being very cautious in their words and deeds.

Apart from……

Su Zuo saw the great elder of Xihe Holy Land. Behind the great elder were two elders of the inner sect. Next to him were two young men, a man and a woman. They were wearing white clothes and white skirts. They looked polite but arrogant.

She looked at her for a while and guessed that the girl was Su Lili. She looked like a heroine. The elders of the inner sect of the Holy Land treated her very politely.

Thinking about it, Su Zuo asked in a low voice: "Isn't Master here?"

The seventh senior brother closest to her said: "Here he comes."

Su Zuo was confused: "Are you really here?"

The Seventh Senior Brother's expression was very serious, and he didn't seem to be bluffing her.

However, her eyesight was very good, but she could not see the master even after looking at the places where the sect masters and domain masters were standing.

Yan Weiran quickly pointed to the crowd: "Isn't it right there? The one in front of the great elder of Xihe Holy Land."

This……

A tall, fat old man was talking to Xihe, the elder of the Holy Land. The immortal-like elder had a stiff smile, and the fat old man was able to express yin and yang with ease. Su Zuo could only see from the vaguely mocking expression. Out of the shadow of Luocang Mountain.

But he looks like Luo Cangshan's grandfather, the kind of landlord in the mortal world.

The corners of Su Zuo's mouth twitched, feeling even more outrageous: "Master, he...is this master?"

Yan Weiran: "Oh, you have never seen Master like this. He thinks he looks more majestic. He might have been in a bad mood because he was ambushed by Xihe Holy Land last time, so he didn't pretend to be like this."

Su Zuo: "Huh?"

Yan Weiran: "Master...well, no one can care about Master's aesthetics since he's not around. There's no way he's the best in the Ninth Domain."

Su Zuo knew that "that person" that the seventh senior brother was talking about was their mysterious junior wife, who was originally the real powerhouse at the top of the food chain in the ninth domain. Not only is the master's fear of Taoist companions at work, but he is also strong in every sense of the word.

Due to some past events, the master's wife has become a very secretive person in the Ninth Domain. The senior brothers try not to mention it so as not to poke the master's pain points and get beaten.

After the guests are seated, the induction ceremony officially begins.

After a series of processes.

A large number of outer disciples were divided and sent to different departments of the sect.

Although their futures are different, many young people are still looking forward to it.

The inner disciples are mainly responsible for observing the ceremony.

After the formal and solemn part of the ceremony, the atmosphere in the square became noisy.

Some inner sect disciples have a wide social circle and know each other. Disciples from different sects all mix together and start talking.

Except that Xihe Holy Land and Wuming Shenzong were not familiar with each other at all, it is also possible that they knew each other but disliked each other.

Because in Shenzong's territory, no one dared to show too much diligence even though the holy sons and saints of the Xihe Holy Land were revered.

After the ceremony, it is customary to have a banquet to entertain guests.

The reception hall of the Wuming Shen Sect is spacious and grand. Many of the idle disciples of the sect master and domain master are present, including all the top disciples on the new generation rookie list.

At the banquet, the great elder of Xihe Holy Land finally avoided Luocang Mountain.

With Luo Cangshan in comparison, he felt relieved when talking to Nie Dehai, and they were as friendly as if they were seeing relatives.

After drinking for three rounds, he remembered the business and said with a smile: "It is true that a hero comes from a young age. Looking at the juniors of Shenzong, I remembered how amazing and talented he was when he fought against the chief of Shenzong."

"This time I brought my disciples here because I want them to see the world. Don't think that you have some achievements in the Holy Land and you don't know how high the world is."

Nie Dehai's expression remained unchanged: "It's a good thing for young people to be a little arrogant."

There is a mystery hidden in the great elder's words.

But Nie Dehai didn't get angry at all, or even seemed embarrassed, and his eyes fell in the direction of Su Zuo.

They have been foxes for hundreds of years, so naturally they won't let such a trivial matter affect their minds.

Moreover, he intuitively felt that the nephew who had been snatched from the Holy Land could give the Holy Land a scare.

In the disciple seat.

The Holy Son in white robe heard the words and said: "I am willing to have a showdown with the current chief of Shenzong."

He smiled and his eyes slowly swept over the chief disciple of Wuming Shen Sect, especially focusing on Su Zuo's face.

Before Su Zuo responded, a voice sounded first: "Then let's decide the winner."

Su Zuo turned around and saw that Meng Sihao had stood up from his seat and looked down at the other party.

Feng Anyang was surprised for a moment, then frowned, looking a little worried.

Su Zuo suddenly remembered that the original work seemed to have spent a little time describing the past disputes between Xihe Holy Land and Wuming Shenzong.

In order to avoid turmoil in the world of immortality, there were no major conflicts between the Holy Land and the Shen Sect. However, due to the attitudes of the two parties, small conflicts continued, and there were frequent frictions between subordinate forces.

Like the Xianmen Su family, there are only a few large families whose descendants are involved in many forces. Most Xianmen families are only powerful enough to develop and grow within one force.

If Meng Siha was from a family that worked for the Wuming Shen Sect, it would be normal for him to have disputes with the Holy Land.

The elders of Shenzong did not stop him, but Feng Anyang stopped him slightly. Judging from their expressions, the two of them seemed to have said something through a sound transmission.

In the end, Feng Anyang just sighed.

Of course I can't persuade him to stop.

The great elder of the first domain, as Meng Sihao's master, did not say anything.

The hall is very spacious.

Nie Dehai glanced at the great elder of the first domain. Suddenly, a spiritual light appeared in the old man's hand, and a standard disciple competition venue appeared in the open space in the palace.

The two young men stepped into it and faced each other from a distance.

As they looked at each other, Meng Sihao suddenly spoke, his voice low and suppressed, but the people present were of high cultivation and could hear clearly: "If you hurt my father, one day I will kill you."

With such a past, if Meng Si couldn't hide it, he would probably have inner demons because of his obsession. Although he didn't have much chance of winning, the tacit approval of his elders encouraged him to try fearlessly.

The Holy Son lowered his eyes and asked calmly: "Who is your father?"

Meng Si twitched the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows showing a little anger and sadness: "He is a mortal."

It is impossible for a mortal to leave his name in the hands of the Holy Son of the Holy Land of Xihe. It is said that he was injured on his hand, but in fact he did not die but only lived a few moments longer than dying on the spot.

The Holy Son looked down at him with a clear and disdainful expression: "I allow you to challenge me."

Su Zuo narrowed his eyes and felt his fists getting hard.

The disciples of Wuming Shen Sect did not speak, but the displeasure on their expressions was obvious.

Pu Shengming still had that arrogant expression, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he knew that others could not do anything to him.

He is a monk at the ninth level of the Xiantian Realm. Not only in the Holy Land, but also in the entire Xuanmeng Realm, he is also a top-notch young man.

According to reports from spies who infiltrated the Shen Sect in the Holy Land, Su Zuo, who was number one on the rookie list, was only at the seventh level of the Xiantian Realm. When Su Zuo was in the Holy Land, he could only see the seven and a half columns of scriptures on the Babel Monument. He was a weakling who could not compare to him.

Even Su Zuo was no match for him, and other defeated subordinates of Su Zuo who challenged him would only be humiliating themselves.

Meng Sihou tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. The sword that carried so many honors was now unsheathed by the resentment in his heart, and his aura was overflowing.

Pu Shengming formed a seal with his hands, and the spiritual energy filled with golden light gathered in his hands and quickly condensed into a spiritual secret.

The tips of his hair moved automatically without wind, and the distance between his hands widened. A spiritual seal spread continuously between his palms, and the twisted spiritual power between the lines indicated danger.

Su Zuo finally recognized it and murmured: "Dayan God Killer."

She couldn't help but feel nervous for Meng Simo, and thought about how she would deal with it if it were her.

The disciples of the first domain are going to fight, and if she intervenes to interrupt them, it seems that she is overstepping and taking over. It seems to have nothing to do with her.

But she had a hunch that the Holy Land would not give up, and neither would Su Lili.