Time passes quietly, and before you know it, January is coming.
The mountain selection ceremony is only one day away.
The atmosphere in the outer mountain was also tense to the extreme. Many disciples looked solemn, with nervousness hidden deep in their eyes, because they all understood how important tomorrow's mountain selection ceremony was.
That can be said to be a real step between a dragon and an insect.
In the short three months since they came to Cangxuan Sect's outer mountain, they have deeply experienced the vastness of Cangxuan Sect and its various cultivation resources, which are far from comparable to their previous dynasties and families.
And this is already the case for the Outer Mountain. If you become a disciple of the Inner Mountain, what will it be like?
So they all know that only here can they truly embark on the path of cultivation.
The mountain selection ceremony that was right in front of them was the first obstacle to their entry into the Cangxuan Sect. Only by passing this level could they truly ascend to the Dragon Gate.
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In the mountain stream.
At the end of the day's practice, Zhou Yuan glanced at everyone and said: "Everyone, tomorrow is the mountain selection ceremony. We will wait and see what our future will be like this morning."
Below that, Song Wanxi, Qiao Xiu, Zhao Kun and many other disciples also had solemn eyes. They looked at Zhou Yuan with a hint of respect.
In the past month, Zhou Yuan has indeed fulfilled his promise and taught them Origin Techniques, which greatly improved their strength.
"Junior brother Zhou Yuan, we will not forget the kindness you have given us this month. If there is anything we need to do in the future, just say a word and we will do our best to help you." Song Wanxi looked at Zhou Yuan and said in a sincere tone.
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The domineering Zhao Kun also nodded seriously and said: "I, Zhao Kun, rarely obey others. Brother Xiao Yuan, you are the first one. If I enter the inner mountain in the future, if there is any need, I, Zhao Kun, will never do it."
Just a few words of refusal."
Other disciples also spoke out one after another. It was obvious that they were indeed grateful to Zhou Yuan. After all, if Zhou Yuan had not stepped forward, they would not have had the courage to provoke the local disciples of Shengzhou led by Lu Feng.
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And now, Zhou Yuan is still spending time to guide them. Speaking of which, he really cares about them.
When Qiao Xiu heard this, he smiled and said: "Brother Xiao Yuan will definitely have a bright future when he enters the inner mountain in the future. He will definitely become the pillar of the sect in a short time. By then, he may even be able to sit on the "Holy Son List". You
What can I do to help?"
As soon as his disgusting words came out, they immediately attracted a lot of laughter and scolding, and the atmosphere became much more lively.
Zhou Yuan also smiled and waved his hand, saying: "I am helping you this time to fight against Lu Feng and others in the mountain selection ceremony, so that everyone can meet their needs."
Although he is not afraid of Lu Feng, the other party has a large number of people after all. If he resorts to any means, it will cause great trouble to him. That's why he gathered Song Wanxi, Zhao Kun and others. Speaking of which, it is also
Has its own purpose.
However, Song Wanxi and the others just smiled. No matter what Zhou Yuan's original purpose was, at least, now they had benefited from Zhou Yuan, and that was enough.
"Tomorrow is the mountain selection ceremony. After working hard for so long, it's time to relax. Come on, I'll treat you to Baixiang Tower today." Zhou Yuan stood up and said with a smile.
As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of cheers, and many disciples looked happy. Baixiang Tower spent a lot of money. These disciples did not have as rich background as the local disciples in Shengzhou, so most of them could only leave Baixiang Tower.
They were drooling, but their pockets were empty and they didn't dare to enter. They didn't expect Zhou Yuan to help them fulfill their wishes today.
So a group of people came out of the mountain stream with great momentum and went straight to Baixiang Tower. It was very lively.
However, as soon as they entered Baixiang Tower, the joy on their faces froze, because they saw that there were already many figures gathered in Baixiang Tower. Looking carefully, one of them was surprisingly
Lu Feng and many elite disciples from the Holy State.
At the same time, Lu Feng, Yang Xiu, Qin Zhen and others had already seen them. Qin Zhen was the first to sarcastically say, "Oh, you actually have the confidence to come to Baixiang Tower?"
When Zhao Kun and others heard these sarcastic words, they immediately became angry.
"You can come, why can't we come?" Zhou Yuan stepped forward and glanced at Qin Zhen indifferently.
And when he saw this, Qin Zhen trembled slightly, remembering the scene where he was suppressed by Zhou Yuan before, and his face immediately became gloomy and ugly, but he did not dare to speak.
Zhou Yuan didn't pay much attention, just looked at Song Wanxi and others, and said: "Go in."
Although having these guys here makes people uncomfortable, if they retreat at this time, it will only increase the other party's domineering arrogance.
So under his leadership, everyone also poured into Baixiang Tower, and then found a table opposite Lu Feng and other local disciples from Shengzhou and sat down.
The two waves of people were confronting each other, and the atmosphere in Baixiang Tower was a bit strange.
Lu Feng's eyes were slightly cold, and when his eyes met Zhou Yuan's, there were sparks flying.
Bang!
However, in the midst of the strange stalemate in the atmosphere, the sound of wine glasses hitting the table suddenly sounded. Zhao Kun and others looked along, and suddenly there was a slight change.
Because at this moment, they saw that there was a woman in a black skirt sitting next to Lu Feng. The woman looked pretty, but her eyes were full of cold pride.
Especially around his slender waist, there is a delicate gold belt.
Lu Xuanyin, a disciple of Neishan Golden Belt.
"Anyone can enter Baixiang Tower at any time, it's really unappetizing." Lu Xuanyin's pretty face showed no expression, her eyes were fixed on the wine glass, and a cold voice sounded in Baixiang Tower.
When Zhao Kun, Qiao Xiu and others heard these clearly targeted words, their faces turned red and their eyes were full of anger. However, they were afraid of Lu Xuanyin's identity as a disciple of the Inner Mountain Gold Belt, so they did not dare to refute for a while.
"When did a golden belt disciple be able to control the rules of Baixiang Tower?" Zhou Yuan said calmly with calm eyes.
Hearing that Zhou Yuan dared to contradict him, Lu Xuanyin's eyes turned cold and he said in a cold voice: "As expected, he is a disciple from another mountain. He has no rules."
She looked at the steward in the building and said: "Steward Liu, I've booked the Baixiang Tower today. Please ask the people who are an eyesore to go out. Don't hurt my mood."
When the middle-aged man named Liu Guanshi heard this, he secretly complained. He knew Lu Xuanyin's identity and was quite popular in that Jianlai Peak. He, the steward of Baixiang Tower, was not someone he could offend.
So he could only turn his attention to Zhou Yuan and others.
Zhou Yuan frowned, stared at Manager Liu, and said: "I have never heard that Baixiang Tower can drive other disciples out."
Manager Liu could only smile bitterly.
Lu Xuanyin suddenly stood up, crossed his arms, looked at Zhou Yuan and others with sarcastic eyes, and said playfully: "Don't say that I'm too much, senior sister. If you really want to stay, that's fine, as long as someone can accept it."
With one strike of my sword, I will cover all the expenses for today’s Baixiang House for you.”
"If you don't have the courage, then go out early so as not to upset my appetite." At this point, the words were already coldly rebuked.
Zhao Kun and the others all looked ugly. Lu Xuanyin was a disciple of the Inner Mountain Golden Belt, and her strength was far superior to those of the Outer Mountain disciples. Her sword would probably be difficult for even those in the fourth level of the Taichu Realm to take.
Lu Feng looked at this scene with a smile, but he admired Lu Xuanyin in his heart. If the opponent dared to take her move, the sword would be immediately useless. If not, it would also have a great impact on the morale of these hillbilly disciples.
Such a blow, as a result, it will be difficult for the opponent to exert their full strength in tomorrow's mountain selection ceremony.
Zhou Yuan's eyes were also a little gloomy. This Lu Xuanyin was really vicious. Seeing that the mountain selection ceremony was tomorrow, he still tried his best to attack everyone.
He might be able to take Lu Xuanyin's sword forcefully, but he didn't intend to take the risk because he knew that the other party was probably waiting for him to do this on purpose.
However, Zhou Yuan looked calm.
"Brother Xiao Yuan, what should I do?" Qiao Xiu asked secretly.
Zhou Yuan's face was calm and he said: "Wait."
"wait?"
Qiao Xiu was stunned and confused.
"What? I was so proud before, but now I'm like a coward?" Lu Xuanyin looked at everyone with a sneer and said.
The local disciples from the Holy State suddenly burst into laughter.
Zhao Kun and others were sitting on pins and needles, their faces alternated between blue and white, and they looked at Zhou Yuan.
And just as they were waiting for Zhou Yuan to decide, suddenly a cold and slightly lazy voice sounded from the entrance of Baixiang Tower.
"Do you want to play?"
Baixiang Tower was silent for a moment, and the next moment, all eyes were focused on the gate.
All I could see was a beautiful figure standing there. She was holding a small beast in her arms, her black hair was hanging down, and she had a pair of clear eyes with an indifference that seemed to be indifferent to all things.
The moonlight was about to fall, making her look like a fairy from the Moon Palace. Even Lu Xuanyin lost all color in front of her.
She raised her clear eyes and looked at Lu Xuanyin, whose pretty face was slightly stiff, when a cold voice sounded again.