As soon as Si Xueyi and the others walked out of Shuanglei Courtyard, they saw Senior Brother Song Ran who had been waiting in the distance.
Song Ran walked over with a smile. When his eyes fell on Si Xueyi and the others, his expressions suddenly froze.
These three people were already stunning in the world, but today they were extraordinarily extraordinary. Song Ran was shocked to see them.
Bathed in the morning light, the three of them seemed to have walked out of a heavenly palace.
Song Ran was so shocked that it was unimaginable. He was afraid that the grace of the saints and saints of the Three Palaces would be compared to that of Si Xueyi and others.
Si Xueyi said: "Senior Brother Song."
Song Ran smiled and said: "I can't bear the name of senior brother. As ordered by the Lord, I am waiting here to guide you."
Hong Yao asked strangely: "Isn't the Venerable with us?"
Song Ran said truthfully: "I haven't seen the Venerable since last night."
Si Xueyi smiled: "Let's go by ourselves."
Others didn't know it, but Si Xueyi knew very well that Xuan Ming must have studied the Shenyang Sutra.
He had been stuck at the peak of Semi-Sainthood for decades, and suddenly he took away the scriptures, and had to retreat for at least three to five months.
Song Ran led the way for Si Xueyi and the others, and when he met other Tianlin Peak disciples occasionally, he followed them to show respect.
Like Song Ran, these people were also shocked when they saw Si Xueyi and the others.
I feel like these people have completely different styles of painting compared to them.
Duanmuxi remembered something and said, "Senior brother, you can really get in touch with Miss Feng. Junior sister is not idle this month."
Si Xueyi's heart moved and she couldn't help but look at Duanmu Xi.
The latter smiled brightly, blinked and said, "I will discuss this matter in detail with my senior brother later."
Si Xueyi nodded, it was indeed not the time to talk about this now.
But this news still made Si Xueyi very excited. Duan Muxi's ability was really nothing to say.
The venue for the Holy Transmission Ceremony is held in Qianqiu Square between the two sacred mountains of the Holy Academy.
After arriving at the place, Si Xueyi was slightly shocked by the scene in front of her.
Too many people came.
The square was almost full of disciples watching the ceremony. Si Xueyi glanced at it and roughly estimated that there were at least 20,000 people.
All the people from the three palaces, six courtyards, seventy-two palaces and one hundred and eight peaks came.
On the VIP viewing platform above the square, there were also many dignitaries from the Tianxu Holy City. At first glance, they seemed to have extraordinary status.
This Holy Legend Ceremony is indeed a grand event for the Holy Academy, and its influence is greater than Si Xueyi imagined.
"This year, there are many amazing and talented people among the quasi-sage disciples. They have already become famous in the Holy City at a very young age. Now that they have been promoted to saint disciples, they have attracted a lot of attention, and many family elders have also been invited.
Come and watch the ceremony.”
Song Ran saw Si Xueyi's shock and explained to him.
He continued: "Then several saints and saints also came.
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It’s quite a rare thing, it’s not easy to see them normally.”
Duanmu Xi's heart moved and he said: "Senior Brother Song, how many saints and saints are there in the Holy Court?"
Song Ran knew all about this and said directly: "There are only three palaces in the Holy Court that can recommend saints and saints. Currently, there are two saints and one saint, namely Holy Son Qianyang, Holy Lady Xuanyin and Holy Son Dragon Head. "
Si Xueyi asked curiously: "Isn't there a Holy Son in Longyuan Pavilion?"
Song Ran shook his head.
This is really interesting. Longyuan Pavilion controls the three palaces, six courtyards and seventy-two halls, but there is no saint son or saint daughter.
On the contrary, the three palaces below were launched, which invisibly confirmed the status of the three palaces in the Holy Court.
Now, I'm afraid it's really hard to say whether the Three Palaces or Longyuan Pavilion has the final say in this Holy Court.
Qianqiu Square is grand and vast, and all important sacred ceremonies are held here, and saints also preach here on weekdays.
On the high platform at the top of Qianqiu Square, there stand a series of coiled dragon stone pillars, and behind the stone pillars there is a majestic and towering holy statue.
The powerful saints of the Holy Court are sitting on this dragon stone pillar.
They looked down at the entire square from a high position, with bright holy lights blooming on their bodies, looking majestic and solemn.
Below them is the VIP viewing platform, where many prominent people in Tianxu Holy City are entering in an orderly manner.
Si Xueyi's old friend Bai Xiaosheng, the talented Qilin girl Ye Ling, and the master of Penglai Pavilion Qing Lin were also at the VIP table.
Si Xueyi and a group of Tianlin Peak disciples took their positions below the square, waiting for the roll call for the canonization.
Song Ran hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to say: "Senior Brother Xueyi, the previous turmoil in Xiaoyun Academy seems to be getting bigger. There may be trouble in the Holy Code later."
Si Xueyi smiled and told him not to be nervous.
Si Xueyi didn't particularly care about the identity of this holy disciple. If he had one, it would be great, but if he didn't, it would just be the same thing.
But one thing is very important!
It's my thing, and no one can take it away unless I don't want it myself.
This is Si Xueyi's attitude.
"The Holy Lady Xuanyin is here."
Suddenly, there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd, and many people looked up.
At the VIP table, I saw a woman with black hair and a face that could fit the role, slowly walked over.
Her figure is graceful, her skin is as white and transparent as gelatin, and she is as pleasing to the eye as jade.
It looks cold and pure, with a sharp edge between the eyebrows. This is a noble and cold beauty, as gentle and delicate as jade.
As soon as the Xuanyin Saint appeared, she immediately attracted the attention of the male monks present, and the atmosphere became heated.
Come.
Duanmuxi smiled and said: "Brother, is this saint pretty?"
Si Xueyi said truthfully: "Of course she is good-looking. It may have attracted so many people's attention because of her name as a saint."
Duanmu Xi's eyes flashed with strange color, and he said quietly: "Do all men like saints?"
"I'm different. I like whoever treats me well."
Si Xueyi expressed her opinion, and then held Duanmu Xi's hand without leaving a trace. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, feeling the warmth of each other's palms.
Upon seeing this, Hongyao reached out and held Si Xueyi's other hand, and said firmly: "Hongyao must also be good to brother Xueyi, and he will be good to brother Xueyi all his life."
Si Xueyi was stunned for a moment. He and Hong Yao looked at each other, with a strange color flashing in their eyes.
He really saw a different feeling in Hong Yaoyan, which was sincerity and purity from the heart.
What happened to this girl?
Si Xueyi smiled and said: "Life is too long, Hongyao must take care of himself first."
"Um."
Hongyao nodded obediently.
Song Ran sat aside and was fed a mouthful of dog food. She looked at Si Xueyi with eyes full of envy and admiration.
Not long after, Holy Son Qianyang and Holy Son Longshou also appeared, and the atmosphere in Qianqiu Square became completely lively.
The two of them are indeed geniuses with boundless charisma and outstanding talent. They are both extraordinary in every move they make, and their cultivation is also unfathomable.
Countless words of praise have fallen on these two saints and a saint.
Apart from the powerful men in the Holy Realm on the Panlong Stone Pillar, it can be said that these three people attracted the most attention.
"You are worthy of being the leading figure in our Holy Court. The grace of the Holy Son and Saint Daughter is really unparalleled among peers."
"The Holy Son has an unparalleled demeanor. Not to mention his strength, his appearance alone can overwhelm his peers."
"The saint is so radiant that she is the most beautiful woman in the world. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the most beautiful woman in Tianxu."
"I'm really lucky today. All three of us are here."
There was endless discussion from all sides, and all eyes were focused on these three people.
Sangong seemed to intend to recommend these three people, so they walked off the stage with the list and called the prospective disciples one by one.
Their bodies were upright, their appearance was extraordinary, and they had smiles on their faces, which made them look particularly extraordinary.
The people whose names were called came up one by one, and Si Xueyi soon discovered something strange.
The quota of quasi-sage disciples, after thinking about it for a long time, turned out to be the disciples of the Third Palace.
After asking Song Ran next to him, he learned the rules. Each of the three palaces has twenty places, each of the six houses has five places, and the seventy-two houses compete for the remaining ten places.
As for the One Hundred and Eight Peaks, there is only one quota in theory, but the requirements are extremely strict and few people can be selected.
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r> Due to special circumstances this year, only Si Xueyi and three other people were present, so more people from One Hundred and Eight Peaks came to watch the ceremony than in previous years.
"Si Xueyi!"
"Duanmuxi!"
"Fu Hongyao!"
At this time, the three saints and saints read the names of Si Xueyi and others, and they stood up and walked towards the high platform.
When they stepped onto the high platform, everyone was stunned and fell silent for a moment.
No one spoke in the huge Qianqiu Square, all eyes were focused on Si Xueyi and the other three, especially Si Xueyi.
He is inherently handsome, uniquely handsome, and unique in the world.
Now the Purple Prison Dragon Lotus has evolved into the Dark Prison Dragon Lotus, and the wisp of purple lingering in his eyes adds a touch of mysterious and elegant temperament to him.
Coupled with the white cloud flying crane suit that Duanmu Xi prepared for him, Si Xueyi looked like an immortal who had descended from the sky.
Boundless style, the best in the whole audience.
The teardrop mole under the corner of his eye is more like the finishing touch, adding to his crazy charm.
As soon as Si Xueyi appeared, he became the absolute protagonist in Qianqiu Square, and all the glory in the world seemed to fall on him.
He was already so stunning, but the two women beside him did not lose to him at all.
Duanmuxi's silver hair shines dazzlingly, her beautiful face is like a hibiscus in clear water, natural and uncarved, and her beautiful eyes are as deep and charming as autumn water.
She was wearing a lavender myrobalan skirt underneath, and the fabric had a charming luster, as if the moonlight had been crushed and solidified on it.
There are ink embroidered floating pieces at the skirt, which looks elegant, intellectual, feminine and majestic.
There is a jade jewelry chain hanging from the waist, making this myrobalan skirt look sparkling, dazzling and dazzling.
Wearing pure white sleeves and a pure color shawl on her arms, she was radiant and confident in the morning light.
There was a walking stick on her head, and as she swayed step by step, all the male monks were dumbfounded.
Looking at Hongyao again, except for her face being a little immature, her style is no less elegant than Duanmuxi's.
But these immaturities are not a shortcoming. Instead, they give her a unique girlish look, innocent and flawless.
Saint Son Qianyang, Saint Son Dragonhead and Saint Xuanyin also looked over, and they quickly realized something was wrong.
Regardless of appearance or temperament, the three of them seemed to be severely suppressed by each other.
If we don't say it, I'm afraid no one will think that they are the Son and the Saint.
The corners of the three people's mouths twitched imperceptibly, and then the smiles disappeared from their faces, and their emotions became more subtle.
Bai Xiaosheng looked at Ye Ling beside him and said, "The Holy Son and the Saint were smiling happily just now. Why aren't you laughing now?"
Ye Ling smiled and said, "Because the smile has changed."