The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Give me a branch of osmanthus first, and Yang wears three leaves to make it amazing*.

The journey of cultivation is to fight with oneself and with the way of heaven.

Therefore, the naming of the Guild Festival is not only because of the prizes, but also the meaning of the Toad Palace, hoping that all participants can strive for the top.

Shen Zhihan and Han Nian, who arrived just before the start time of the conference, sat in the spectator seats together, looking at the jagged little cabbages below and felt emotional.

When he came by himself back then, he was probably just as energetic and unstoppable as these young people, right?

"Big Brother!"

Han Nian came over winkingly, and said in a low voice, "Why haven't I seen you for ten days, and little Aning has a golden pill?"

Shen Zhihan was startled, but the scene of getting up this morning could not help reappearing in his mind.

I slept very deeply last night, almost dreamless all night.Unexpectedly, Shen Zhihan was disturbed by rumbling thunder before he opened his eyes in the early morning of the second day.

When Dai Yi went out to look, he saw the little apprentice sitting on the ground in the courtyard unkempt, with the black clouds that were about to disperse above his head, but his clothes and wounds were torn apart by the thunder calamity.

Seeing him come out, a smile appeared on the other party's dirty little face, and the brilliance in his eyes: "Master! This disciple has finally formed a pill!"

— What nonsense!

Shen Zhihan snorted coldly, glared fiercely at Mo Ning who had been looking towards him in the crowd below, and said angrily, "I don't know, ask him!"

The young man who had been quietly watching the face of the master, of course received the other party's slash, but he was not in a hurry. Instead, he raised his hand and closed the wide sleeve of the black Taoist robe on his body, and smiled even more happily.

Mouth angry, didn't you give a bunch of panacea?

This master, his mind is really like his eyes, clear and transparent, much easier to guess than those people on the Golden Terrace who don't know how many layers of masks have been put on their faces.

Thinking of this, Mo Ning glanced nonchalantly at another group of people who were also sitting on the high platform and didn't fit in with the surroundings.

The reason why they are said to be incompatible is because cultivators will almost always sway themselves towards the direction of the immortal, but these three people, whether it is the golden python robes on their bodies, the ribbons with dragon patterns on their waists, or the purple gold crowns on their heads , all of which have nothing to do with the words "Xianfeng Daogu", but rather like princes and nobles who travel together in the mortal world, they almost write the words "I am rich" directly on their faces.

The leader of the three is a middle-aged man, but he is sitting on a sandalwood inlaid gold wheelchair and coughing continuously. Every time he coughs, his complexion seems to grow paler, and behind him are two people with white beards and hair. The old man who was born very similar.

The middle-aged man is sick and weak, but his perception is surprisingly strong.Almost the moment Mo Ning cast his gaze over, he turned his head around.

The eyes of the two met in the air, but Mo Ning sneered disdainfully, and turned his head to stagger the other's gaze.

Fang Qiyu was still in the same simple Tsing Yi, pacing up to the stage at a leisurely pace, with a decent smile on his face.First he nodded to the spectator seats, and then he talked about the rules and precautions of the game.

His voice was very clear, not loud, but blessed with spiritual power, it spread throughout the venue.

The rules of the conference are extremely simple. The 300 participants will be randomly dropped into a small secret realm.There are all kinds of spirit beasts and rare treasures in the secret realm, as well as monsters and traps, welfare and crisis coexist.

The first one who can bring out the specified items in the secret realm is the crown leader of this year.

The designated item this time is a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus branch.

Shen Zhihan glanced helplessly at Guixian Liuxiang who was sitting upright on the high platform, and shook his head.

——As soon as I guess it, I know that the designated item must have been put by this aunt who loves to prune branches for herself.

Fang Qiyu raised his hands, and a blue light formation immediately lit up in the middle of the crowd below, and the bodies of the little cabbages gradually became transparent: "Now that you understand the rules, let's go! The head of the mountain will wait for the crown head to appear with all the teachers! "

"Hey, senior brother," Han Nian said unwillingly, and elbowed Shen Zhihan, "Who do you think will win the championship this time?"

Shen Zhihan's face was still very smelly, but he still said without hesitation after hearing the words: "It must be Aning."

Han Nian opened his eyes wide: "Wow...you have so much confidence in him?"

Shen Zhihan's expression finally softened, and he said firmly, "It's not that I have confidence, but that he will definitely be able to."

——Just kidding, why do you need the protagonist's aura?

……Pooh!

Han Nian didn't want to talk to him anymore.

During several conversations, a huge water mirror unfolded from the place where the disciples disappeared below, broadcasting the real-time dynamics of the contestants from all walks of life.

It seems that metaphysics is as powerful as science.

Shen Zhihan sighed in his heart, but saw Mo Ning's figure really appeared in the water mirror.

The young man quickly shuttled through the forest, using the footwork that Shen Zhihan had taught him these days while practicing swords.

Watching the little apprentice take away and put away the spiritual fruit growing under the tree beside him with a random stroke, Shen Zhihan didn't feel any surprise in his heart.

According to his competition experience a hundred years ago, apart from the Inner Magic Formation, there is almost nothing in this forest that could pose a threat to Manning.

Who would have thought of this, Shen Zhihan watched helplessly as the boy in the water mirror stepped onto a flat ground.

The light immediately gushed out from the ground like vines, but in the blink of an eye, it wrapped the young man in black tightly.

Shen Zhihan's expression immediately became serious.

If he remembered correctly, his roommate said that Mo Ning's avatar had a demon.

And this is also the key point of juvenile character transformation.

The master of the golden platform, Mo Shucheng, was born with business talents. Although his cultivation is not top-notch, his mind is unrivaled. At the age of 20, he took over as the head of the Golden Terrace, and has extended the hand of the Golden Terrace to every corner of the cultivation world for thousands of years.

And such a workaholic must have no time to take care of his wife and children.

There are many intrigues in the Mo family, and Mo Shucheng's turmoil is so turbulent. Naturally, some people should not be able to see it, so they put their ideas on Mo Shucheng's wife and children who depend on each other in the Mo family mansion.

A spiritual fire burned the other courtyard where the two lived so that no one could enter.Mo Ning, who was only five years old, ran out desperately after listening to his mother's words, and finally ran out of the other courtyard before the beams collapsed, and ran into the arms of Mo Shucheng who rushed over in a hurry.

The boy desperately begged his father to save his mother, but was mercilessly rejected by the other party.It was only then that Mo Ning realized that the mother who had always been gentle and considerate was actually a mortal who couldn't even resist a spiritual fire.

When the fire was extinguished, no remains of Mrs. Mo could be found.

If a person owns too many things, the first thing to be offset is feelings - Mo Shucheng can't accept that his son is so soft-hearted, but Mo Ning can't forgive his father for even rushing into the sea of ​​fire, even taking his mother's body out. refusal to act.

This is where the demons are born.

Shen Zhihan looked intently at the little apprentice who was wrapped into a cocoon by the light vines, but he felt a little worried.

Since he is the incarnation of the hero, he shouldn't be defeated by the demons, right?

When he got nervous, his eyes began to drift away.His eyes swept around, but he found a thin and tall figure at the edge of the field below.

The other party seemed to have only a golden core cultivation base, but he did not look at the scene of the water mirror like the others, but stood silently in the direction of Fang Qiyu, as if the jade tree had taken root.

Shen Zhihan subconsciously also looked at Fang Qiyu, but happened to meet the smiling gaze from there.

After gesturing to each other, he turned his eyes and landed on the two crowns floating behind Fang Qiyu's back.

A sprig of sweet-scented osmanthus and a bright pearl the size of a quail egg are shining faintly. Just one glance makes one feel at ease.

It must be the soul-fixing orb.

Shen Zhihan frowned slightly, and turned to look at the motionless man again, wondering in his heart, when a crisp bell sounded in his ear.

"jingle--"

Almost no one is more familiar with this voice than him, Shen Zhihan immediately got up and quickly moved a few steps to the side, and saw a fiery red figure slowly appearing on the side of the seat where he was sitting just now.

Shen Zhihan looked warily at the man in red who was looking forward to his flying, and the spectator stand was silent for a moment because of this change, and then there was a commotion as if explosives had been detonated.

"It's Shen Xin! It's the devil in the world!!!"

"Quick, defend quickly! Stay away from him!!!"

"How could he appear here??!!!"

Almost everyone summoned their weapons in an instant, even Fang Qiyu's expression froze, and he flew towards him.

However, the red-clothed Demon Venerable didn't seem to be able to see them at all, and only smiled at Shen Zhihan and said, "My heart, my heart, if you dare to wipe the mark of the deity, do you know the consequences?"

He stretched out a white hand to Shen Zhihan, the red string and golden bell on his wrist were exposed to the air, and another bell rang.

Xie Changliu was originally handsome, but at this moment he smiled innocently and harmlessly, making one almost unwarranted.

But there was a hint of hoarseness in his deep voice, and he seemed to be bewitching people when he whispered, and Shen Zhihan felt a chill rushing from his back to the top of his head.

"Go with this deity... I will spare you."