The cannon fodder beauty in the book is attached to the demon lord villain

As soon as the five direct disciples of Baiyin Pavilion appeared, all the martial artists of Shengyang College were stunned.

The sound of inhaling breaths came one after another.

"Senior Brother Liao, look, they are truly the best in the world!" Chen Yue swallowed his saliva, his eyes lingering on Qingyun and the others.

"Brother Chen, just take a look. Don't be silly. They are not the beauties in Cuihong Tower." Liao Changqing said seriously.

"I understand." Chen Yue stared at Qingyun and the others without blinking, and nodded repeatedly.

The tone was indescribably perfunctory.

Guests from afar are welcome. No matter how much Gu Zhantian and Fang Qingfeng disliked the arrival of Feishengmen and Baiyin Pavilion, they still arranged proper accommodation for them.

Gu Zhantian and Fang Qingfeng took Sikong Wuhui and Ming Shuangshuang to Mingxi Courtyard in the inner courtyard.

Fang Chong took Qingyun, Lingxi, Youhuang, Ziyuan and Limi and walked towards Xunfangyuan behind Mingxiyuan.

Following behind him were Ouyang Wuji, Shui Yuze, Luo Bingdie and his group.

Fang Yao, Su Feixia, Jing Cong and their group from Feisheng Sect were arranged to stay in the vacant bluestone courtyard in Zhanfeng, and Xiao Xingchen and Gu Ziqing were responsible for leading them there.

Qian Yue, Xiao Xingyue, Yan Daoyuan, Jun Fengnie and others followed.

The bluestone courtyard is very simple, but it has many houses.

People who practice cultivation do not attach importance to external things.

Although Fang Yao, Su Feixia, Jing Cong and his group were dissatisfied, they did not make any trouble.

Mingxiyuan

"Old man Sikong, when are we going to confront the people from Shengyang College about the secret realm quota?" Ming Shuangshuang sat on the stone bench in the yard in a charming manner and asked.

Sikong Wuhui pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice: "No hurry."

"Let's talk about it after we meet Gu Tianya."

Sikong Wuhui: "Friend Ming, do you have any good suggestions?"

Ming Shuangshuang: "It's not really a suggestion."

"I only know that no matter how you guys talk, I'm going to secure the five spots."

"Old Sikong, what about you? You brought so many disciples here, what are your plans?"

"You're not bringing the disciples out here to watch the fun, are you?"

Sikong Wuhui lifted his clothes and sat opposite Ming Shuangshuang.

He picked up the spiritual tea on the table and took a sip. He narrowed his eyes and a sinister look flashed across his eyes.

"The cultivation environment in Desert State is getting worse and worse. It's no longer suitable to stay here."

Ming Shuangshuang frowned when she heard this, "Old Sikong, what do you mean by this?"

"Could it be..." As if she had thought of something, Ming Shuangshuang suddenly sat up straight and her tone became much more serious.

"Old Sikong, you don't want to enter the Great State through the Frost Secret Realm, do you?"

Sikong Wuhui showed a mysterious smile on his face, stood up and walked towards the house without saying anything else.

Two days flew by.

When there was half an incense stick of time left before the new disciples competition, Gu Tianya appeared on the competition arena under the gaze of everyone.

After Gu Tianya took his seat, Gu Zhantian, Fang Qingfeng and Wu Li stepped into the air and appeared on the viewing platform.

Immediately afterwards, three streams of light flashed across the sky above the arena, and Duanmu Fenghua, Feng Jingyu, and Huangfu Zhuo from Bixiao College appeared together, and all three were arranged to sit in the seats of honor.

Xue Yan was still as pale as paper and looked extremely ill. He lay on a dark bamboo chair and was carried to the viewing platform by Wang Sai and Xue Shou.

When Sikong Wuhui and Ming Shuangshuang appeared with their disciples, the entire viewing platform was already crowded.