The cultivation of the strongest ancestor

Follow Gu Mohuan into the city.

It was dusk, and on both sides of the main street, rows of attics stood with lights on.

Catalyzed by spiritual power, there are all kinds of lights, and a piece of light is bright and green.

Ye Zixian looked around curiously, he had been staying at the top of the Amazing Immortal Sword Sect, and he felt fresh when he looked at everything in Qingyang City at this moment.

The city was full of traffic, full of people, and he had not seen so many people since he was born.

And there are many girls, dressed up in fancy clothes, standing on the buildings very enthusiastically, pushing open the window lattices and waving at him, constantly calling him to come up and play.

Before, he had only seen Xiao Zi and was so enthusiastic about him.

"The people here are so welcoming.

Ye Zixian was very excited, waved at those girls, and said loudly: "When I finish participating in the Five Sects Competition, I will play with my sisters!" Gu

Mohuan, who was with Ye Zixian, almost fell on his head when he heard his words, and glanced at him: "Shut up, the people upstairs are not good people." If you go up, you will be knocked out of the bones, and even the bone marrow will be sucked out for you!"

Ye Zixian was startled: "The people in the city are really terrible.

Gu Mohuan smiled proudly: "Are they good-looking?"

"Good-looking."

"Didn't you say that good-looking girls talk deceitful, so you can't believe it, do you hear?"

Listening to Gu Mohuan's teaching, Ye Zixian nodded solemnly.

"Hey, isn't this the iron-clad Zheng faction?" Behind the two of them, a male voice suddenly came, making Ye Zixian and Gu Mohuan turn around and look, only to see a tall man in a gorgeous costume, holding a folding fan, looking at the two of them.

Dressed luxuriously, with a lot of pockmarks on his face, crowded with a face, it is really flattering.

The man's eyes lit up the moment he saw Gu Mohuan, "I didn't expect that Miss Gu would bring a child to participate in the Five Sects Championship this year, is your sect about to close? Let such a young child come to participate in the Hegemony Competition, wait in the ring, don't be scared and cry." "

Hahaha......"

The man was surrounded by a group of people, hugging him, and when he heard his words at this moment, he smiled and leaned back.

Gu Mohuan's eyebrows jumped wildly, glared at the man, and said coldly: "Lin Yu, let's see, we must take care of your side door today!"

"What did she just say?" The man pointed at Gu Mohuan and asked the person next to him with a smile, "She actually said that she wanted to teach us a lesson?"

It is precisely because there are many sects in Zhongzhou that there are also a lot of restrictions and sect levels.

One to nine and so on.

Nine is not the end, one is the head.

The Iron Bone Zheng Zheng Sect and the Side Sect are both ninth-rank sects, but the development of the two sects is completely different.

In the past few years, the side door has been thriving, and there has been a Tianjiao, fourteen years old, and now eighteen years old, in the later stage of Jindan, there is a vague momentum to become an eighth-class sect.

However, the iron-clad Zheng faction has been declining day by day, and in the past twenty years, it has only accepted one disciple from Gu Mohuan, and it is almost as the pockmarked Lin Yu said, and it will be closed.

"Hmph. Gu Mohuan snorted coldly, pulled Ye Zixian and left, such a person, there is no need to say much.

......

The battle for supremacy of the Five Sects was carried out at night.

In the middle of Qingyang City, under the moonlight, the marble ring exudes a hazy clear light.

On the surface, there is a layer of spirit array to protect this ring from destruction.

Around the ring, a large number of people gathered early in the morning, densely packed.

The Five Sects Hegemony is a five-year event, and these mortals who have not cultivated can only watch it up close in the form of an audience, and the immortal fighting method in their eyes.

And in the ring, there was a person standing, eighteen years old, Tsing Yi moved with the wind.

Holding a long sword in his arms and closing his eyes, the whole person is like a sculpture.

"He's the Han Ting from the side door, right?

He's really handsome!" "Yes, he's so handsome!" "No, I'm

going to pass out." A

group of mortal girls gathered around the ring looked at the teenagers on the stage intently, screaming and rippling.

Under the stage, there were five sects, and Lin Yu, who saw him at dusk, pointed at Gu Mohuan and shouted loudly: "Didn't you say that you wanted to teach us a good lesson? Why don't you dare to go up now?" Gu Mohuan's

face was blue and white, looking at Han Ting who was standing in the ring like a sculpture, this is Tianjiao from the side door, eighteen years old, in the late stage of Jindan.

"On the up, on the up.

Gu Mohuan gritted his teeth, jumped into the ring, and jumped into the ring.

Whew!

The wind is blowing.

A strong storm centered on Hanting and shook the four fields.

Gu Mohuan's eyes were squinted by the wind, and he saw Han Ting in the center of the storm, his eyes open and closed.

The pupil of the left eye is like the sun, emitting a strong bright light, and the right eye is secluded, and the pupil is like a crescent moon.

"You're no match for me.

Han Ting opened his mouth coldly, and the moment he saw Gu Mohuan, he had insight into her cultivation.

Build the pinnacle of foundation.

In front of the early stage of Jindan, he was an ant-like existence, not to mention him in the later stage of Jindan.

Gu Mohuan gritted his teeth and glared at Han Ting, "Don't talk nonsense!" The

pace was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, the person had already arrived in front of Han Ting, the black flute in his hand was clenched, and his aura was swaying.

The aura is poured into the flute, and the sound is automatic, and the melodious flute sound is wafting in a radius of ten miles.

Han Ting was indifferent, just looked at Gu Mohuan and sighed.

Zheng -

the long sword in his arms roared softly.

Three inches out of the sheath.

The blade of the sword reflects the cold light.

An invisible momentum suddenly erupted, sweeping through the ring like a storm.

Gu Mohuan bore the brunt of the storm and was rushed out of the ring by this momentum.

In the later stage of Jindan, just the momentum is not something that the foundation building monks can resist.

"Hahaha.

On the side, Lin Yu's arrogant laughter with a pockmarked face came from him, pointing at Gu Mohuan, "With this strength, you also want to defeat Han Ting?" Miss Gu, I'm afraid that your iron-clad Zheng faction will not be able to recruit another disciple this year."

"However, I am very merciful today, and if you are willing to spend the night with me tonight, I can consider giving you a few places to be sent to the Iron Bone Sect. "

Shameless!" Gu

Mohuan glared at Lin Yu with a flushed face.

If it weren't for the fact that this was Qingyang City, she would have attracted the Spirit Devouring Peak Group with the sound of the flute, otherwise she would have to let Lin Yu ask for her own hardships.

"So what?" Lin Yu looked like a scoundrel, "In a few years, your iron-clad Zheng faction will be swallowed up by our sidemen, and I will let you come to warm my bed every day." Suddenly

, his laughter stopped abruptly.

"What is that kid doing

?" "He's not going to challenge Han Ting, right?" "It's

really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers." "

......

The crowd was in an uproar.

I saw that in the ring, Ye Zixian's weak body was standing on it, carrying a long sword as high as himself, and he was stumbling when he walked, so it was not funny.

"Hahaha.

After a short silence, Lin Yu burst into even more arrogant laughter, and tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"Hurry up!" At

the same time, Gu Mohuan pointed at Ye Zixian and hurriedly said.

"Go down. Han Ting said coldly: "I don't beat children. "