Hearing this, Yun Huan retracted his sword kindly and gently, wiped his hands on his apron, and said casually: "I am a reasonable person, and I never like to be violent with others. He, old thief, please remember when you have time.
Go to my Hanyue Peak and play the next battle of life and death."
The blade of Yunhye's sword is sheathed, the frost is dazzling, and the cold light is everywhere.
Patting He Xiongshan on the shoulder, Yun Hui looked at the others with a smile and said, "Dean Song, please continue. What is being discussed in the meeting hall are important matters. Don't consider my mood."
Everyone: "..." The three elders declared a life-and-death battle at the slightest disagreement. Who dares to continue?
Yun Huan touched the ready-to-go sword again, then hummed a little tune and left. Before walking out of the meeting hall, she said to Xiao Qing who was waiting outside: "Xiao Qing, the baby is still growing, and Girl Chu is coming back every day."
Daily practice consumes physical energy, so go buy some Flame Lingzhi to replenish them."
He Xiongshan's face changed slightly, and he looked at Yun Huan's back angrily, secretly cursing in his heart that it was nothing more than a broken sword.
If he hadn't wanted to live a few more years at an advanced age, he would have fought to the end with evil people like Yun Huan.
...
But Chu Yue and his party had been waiting for a long time in the crowded Martial Arts Palace.
After a stick of incense passed, Deng Yuncai said with a smile on his face: "Chu Yue, the result is here. You and I will go to the Hongmeng Hall on the third floor. The leader of the Hongmeng Hall is He Xiongshan, the second elder of Shenxuan. He is good at refining medicine and
Taming animals will be quite helpful to you."
Deng Yun took out two six-pointed star badges flowing with blood mist and put them on Chu Yue and Xiao Li.
"This is the Hongmeng badge on the third floor. It is your status symbol. Wearing this badge can freely enter the first three halls."
Deng Yun smiled slightly and looked at Chu Yue appreciatively.
Chu Yue nodded lightly and walked with Xiao Li to the front of the Martial Arts Palace. They saw the badge transform into a Hongmeng golden bird, carrying them to the third hall.
The new disciples around him all showed envious expressions.
For most people, if they want to enter the Hongmeng Hall, it would take them five years to start as a handyman disciple and practice down-to-earth.
There are nine halls in the Martial Arts Palace, and the ninth level is the Shenxuan restricted area. Even the elders and dean-level figures cannot enter at will without special warrants.
The eighth hall is rather strange. The disciples inside appear and disappear, and no one knows their identity and strength.
As for the seventh hall, it is the location of the eight Star Slashing disciples.
The Martial Arts Palace vividly displays the distinction between high and low and class in the era. Like an ancient pyramid, it stands majestically in the academy and carries thousands of years of cultivation civilization.
The red-gold fire-like spiritual bird neighed and stopped in the third hall of the Martial Arts Palace.
Chu Yue stepped out and looked up. This hall was as vast as the flat ground. At first glance, it seemed endless. Even though it was on a high floor, it had everything.
And in the mid-air, with the light of gilded profound energy, the aura of martial arts was emitted, and two large characters full of energy were engraved like dragons and phoenixes dancing:
Hongmeng!
"Most of the disciples in Hongmeng Hall are the last disciples of Xuanjilu." Xiao Li said, "The gentleman who used to be in Hongmeng Hall was the priest Mu Sheng, so you have to be careful."
Chu Yue raised her head and looked up, "Xiao Lili, do you want to take a look at the scenery above?"
Xiao Li's blood heated up and he smiled: "Of course I want to see it."
"Then you have to work harder."
Chu Yue stepped forward with her slender legs and walked towards the glorious palace that was already filled with many low-level Xuanji disciples.
Xiao Li curled his lips and smiled, then followed behind with his head held high.
In the academy palace, three hundred disciples from the last generation of "Xuanji Lu" gathered.
He Xiongshan was talking about refining medicine, and all the disciples were listening with rapt attention. Suddenly, the door of the palace opened wide, and two thin figures came into view.
He Xiongshan turned his head to look, his white eyebrows slightly raised, showing an impatient look.
When he sees a woman, he feels sick all over. Of course, he will not be moved by a man.