Chapter 265

The next day, when the soft sunshine sprinkled on the white snow to the north, there were faint signs of boiling in the whole Langya seven Pavilion.

Countless people are waiting for the quota competition, which is destined to open its mysterious veil today. The main hall of Langya in the morning is like a black dragon lying across its majestic peaks. When the morning light fell on the temple, the ancient melodious bell sounded quietly in the temple, breaking through the clouds and echoing among the Langya peaks.

In the seven pavilions of Langya, countless disciples who closed their eyes and practiced opened their eyes one after another. The powerful breath surged like a tide and gathered over Langya. With the bell ringing louder and louder, the overwhelming figure swept out of the Langya seven pavilions with great momentum.

At the moment when the bell rang, it was in the Tianshu Pavilion.

Qin prison slowly opened his eyes. In his deep eyes, there was a cold and biting cold: "finally."

Sen Leng's voice hovered in the sword hall. At the same time, the disciples of Tianshu Pavilion sitting on both sides opened their closed eyes. These people were filled with a very strong breath, and endless war ideas emerged in their eyes.

Tianquan Pavilion.

Ghost Bufan gently wiped the black and luminous sword, and the fierce sword breath gently vomited on the sword tip.

When he heard the bell ringing, ghost's eyes suddenly warmed up: "the quota competition has finally come. Sad love song, can you continue to excel in this quota competition?"

"At the beginning, I let you shine in the trials. This time, it's my turn to be a ghost extraordinary." ghost extraordinary gently licked his lips, slowly walked out of the sword hall, raised his eyes, looked at the falling snow catkins in the sky, and said with a smile: "today will be a good weather and a killing day."

"Go!" the ghost shouted softly. The whole person swept out like a sharp eagle and soared in the gully.

Shua! Shua! Shua!

The overwhelming figures swept straight out of the Tianquan Pavilion, like a rainbow.

Compared with Tianshu Pavilion and Tianquan Pavilion, the momentum of other pavilions is not weak. The sharp breaking wind continued and gathered into one piece.

In the Kaiyang Pavilion, Su Bai, sitting in the sword hall, slowly opened his eyes, like a faint light in his ink eyes, and flashed a trace of expectation and war intention at the same time. Su Bai got up, and the right hand of Jieyin suddenly shook it in the air, and the terrible energy surged like a tide.

Zheng!

The Qingfeng ancient sword turned into a streamer and fell into Su Bai's hands. Soon Su Bai got up with the Qingfeng ancient sword on his back, looked at the scattered morning light outside the window, slowly raised a smile at the corners of his mouth, and endless killing intentions emerged in Su Bai's eyes.

"Bad luck, the new journey starts now." Su Bai murmured softly. Su Bai patted Qingfeng's ancient sword behind him, turned his head and went straight out of the sword Hall: "senior brother Qingfeng, although I can't insert this sword at the top of Tianshu Pavilion now, I will kill a leader of Tianshu Pavilion today."

Outside the sword hall, more than 100 figures stood quietly in the wind and snow. Looking at the figure slowly coming out of the sword hall, his eyes suddenly became crazy.

"Leader!" more than 100 new disciples said in unison.

"Younger martial brother Su Bai." Lin Jinxuan, Ximen beg to be drunk, and Yang Xiu and others are impressively among them.

Su Bai smiled at them faintly and felt the fierce momentum rising in vain in the seven pavilions of Langya. Lang said: "I know I have never been a good leader. During this period, you have been criticized because of me and even excluded by other disciples of the pavilion. But as a leader, I know that I want to take you to a more brilliant place, just like we came here from the rocking Pavilion in the past."

"Today is the moment when Kaiyang Pavilion smashes those criticisms and the so-called suppression with our fists."

Su Bai waved to the seven sins and scholars: "go!"

Su Bai took the lead in turning into a rainbow, and the scholar and the seven sins immediately followed. More than 100 new disciples also got up, clenched their fists, and the surging sense of war rolled in their chest and got up to chase after them.

The whole Langya seven pavilions became extremely popular at this moment, and countless figures gathered to the source of the bell. Between the Tianshu Pavilion and the Langya group hall, there was an extremely huge site, which was vast, with square high platforms standing around. At the same time, an ancient and striking altar stood in the middle of the site like a group of chickens, with one handle connected The stone sword of heaven fell around, and the fierce sword spirit lingered on it.

Although it covers a vast area, today it is filled with a dark sea of people. All kinds of conversations and whispers come together. It can be said that people are boiling and shaking the sky.

However, when you look up, you can see some clues. Although there are many disciples of Langya seven Pavilion, it is clear. Most of them are gathered by more than ten disciples. Obviously, these people are the disciples who will participate in the quota competition today.

When Su Bai came here with more than a hundred new disciples and looked at the crowded human wall, he looked stunned. In the past, all the disciples in Langya seven pavilions were practicing in seclusion. There were few scenes like today. Only at this moment, Su Bai felt the strength of Langya sect. The selection of internal disciples was very strict, but there were thousands here A disciple.

"Tut Tut, even the trial half a month ago didn't make such a sensation." Simon asked for drunk and said excitedly.

Yang Xiu looked at more than 100 new disciples behind him and said with a sad face, "when will we squeeze in?"

"It's simple. Look at me." Ximen asked for drunk, proudly raised the corners of his mouth and said in a loud voice to the bustling crowd in front: "Kaiyang Pavilion is defeated!"

Simon's drunken voice was so loud that it immediately covered the whispers around him, echoing like thunder between heaven and earth. The noise all around was dead in vain. Countless eyes looked back. When they saw Su Bai standing with his hands down, they made way for the road.

"See? This is the treatment of the strong. Younger martial brother Su Bai is now famous in the seven pavilions of Langya. No one knows." Ximen begged Zui to wave his hand, straightened his chest and took the lead in moving forward. Looking at this scene, Su Bai secretly smacked his tongue. When did he have such a reputation in Langya seven pavilion?

However, Su Bai was willing to walk into the crowd.

"Although zongmen didn't limit the number of teams participating in the quota competition, the competition was conducted in the form of hunting competition, which means that the rules of quota competition should be observed." Ximen begged drunk and whispered, "there are 50 high platforms here. According to the rules of hunting competition, only the teams occupying the high platforms are qualified to participate in the hunting competition."

"This is also a way to eliminate many teams. After all, the monsters in the hunting competition are very terrible." Lin Jinxuan smiled: "ordinary teams enter them, but they give their lives there."

Su Bai looked up at the high platform around him. He found that the platform covered a vast area and was not crowded even if hundreds of people stood on it. However, there are only dozens of scattered figures on many high platforms. Obviously, these people are the teams to participate in the competition this time.

"Then it seems that we came a little late. There were people on the 50 high platforms." Su Bai smiled playfully, but his eyes swept the figures on the high platform with a little playful abuse. When he saw several familiar figures, Su Bai walked forward without any hesitation.

On a high platform in front of Su Bai, more than ten figures gathered together and whispered:

"For this quota competition, Tianshu Pavilion is pouring out. Even the team of sad love song leaders also form many teams."

"I don't know which teams can be shortlisted in this competition."

One of the Tianquan Pavilion disciples from the Western Qin Dynasty said, "what I expect more is not that the teams can be shortlisted, but that good play."

Referring to the long play, the more than ten disciples from Tianquan Pavilion showed their look of expectation: "the ghost is extraordinary, but the leader told them to beat up if they met the new disciples."

Just then, a calm voice sounded behind these people: "go down!"

Although the voice is flat, it has unquestionable hegemony.

These Tianquan Pavilion disciples used to be the pride of the son of heaven in Langya seven Pavilion, and they were extremely rebellious. Hearing these words, they turned around one after another and looked at Su Bai and others who were coming. They were about to scold. However, when they saw Su Bai walking in the front, they were silent and embarrassed. An older young man came forward with a stiff head and said, "we are Tianquan Pavilion disciples."

The momentum here immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding eyes. When they saw Su Bai and the other ten Tianquan Pavilion disciples, they all showed their look of expectation.

"It's the leader of the Soviet defeat."

"That young man is senior brother Dongyue of Tianquan Pavilion. He is the confidant of the ghost leader."

"Go down!" Su Bai said calmly.

The young man's face became more and more embarrassed. The dignified Tianquan Pavilion disciple was ousted by the new disciples in full view of the public. He couldn't afford to lose face. However, fearing the strength of Su's defeat, the young man didn't dare to say anything more and was still struggling in his heart.

Su Bai was impatient. When the young man made a decision, he went straight forward. His eyes were as cold as a blade under the sharp sword eyebrow, and a heavy mountain like breath surged out.

Bang!

Bang!

Every time Su Bai took a step, the whole high platform seemed to tremble. Gradually, the faces of ten Tianquan Pavilion disciples, including young people, changed dramatically. They found that Su Bai's footsteps coincided with their own heart beating. Every time Su Bai took a step, the blood flow of their whole body accelerated by one point. Until the end, everyone blushed and breathed very fast.

"Go down!" Su Bai said calmly.

At the moment, Su Bai's voice fell to their ears, but it was as loud as thunder. They all retreated back, and finally jumped directly off the high platform and dispersed in a crowd.

Looking at this scene, there was an uproar all around.

"These Tianquan Pavilion disciples are strong, but unexpectedly they are so timid." the scholar said lazily, directly found a place with plenty of light to sit down, yawned and said, "but at the beginning, he attacked Tianquan Pavilion disciples. Ghosts will hate us again."

"Too much debt doesn't weigh on him," Su Bai said with a slight smile. He turned and looked at the crowd gradually retreating to both sides in the distance, and saw one of his cold eyes staring at him.

"Ghosts are extraordinary." Yang Xiu whispered.

"He won't start looking for trouble now," Simon said with some worry.

Su Bai shook his head and said, "he's not so boring."

At this time, the ghost who was surrounded by many Tianquan Pavilion disciples came straight to Su Bai