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Seeing the yin-yang sect, Qingyang couldn't help thinking of Yu Mengmiao. Miao Miao was given to the yin-yang sect by the Liang family and directly worshipped an elder Jindan as a teacher, which was much higher than others. I haven't seen you for ten years now, and I don't know how Yu Mengmiao is. Will he come to the random devil Valley trial.

However, considering Yu Mengmiao's age, she is only 16 or 17 years old now. The elder should not be willing to let her take risks? Moreover, when the two separated, Miaomiao was just guided by himself to start cultivating immortality, and his cultivation accomplishments were only on the second floor of the pulse realm. At this time, I'm afraid his cultivation accomplishments were similar to his own. As the largest sect of the immortal sect, the competition among the disciples was more intense. With this cultivation accomplishment, it's not very possible to get a magic search order.

Seeing the magic weapon of yin and Yang sect slowly falling, Qingyang shook his head and stopped thinking in his heart. Now he still doesn't think so much. If there is fate, he will always meet. It's not urgent for a moment. Qingyang, Chen biwang and LV Feng stood behind the crowd and watched everyone greet the arrival of Yin-Yang sect.

The huge inkstone fell to the ground. The middle-aged scholar in front brushed his sleeve, stepped out of the inkstone directly with his two feet, and walked towards everyone in the air.

When the cultivation reaches the foundation period, you can control the magic weapon flight. Only when the cultivation reaches the golden elixir period, you can fly directly in the air without magic weapons. This skill is so natural and unrestrained that I can't help staring at the test disciples around me. I don't know when I can do this.

The middle-aged scholar walked in the air and shocked countless disciples around, but it also aroused the dissatisfaction of some people. Man Lin, the Jindan elder of the town magic hall, sneered and said, "Wei Haoran, who did you show this skill for fear that others might not know that you are a Jindan friar?"

The middle-aged scholar, who was called Wei Haoran, did have the intention to express himself, but he was called broken face-to-face, especially in front of the younger generation of various sects, which immediately made him feel a little embarrassed. Wei Haoran angrily said, "barbarian, what do I do? It's none of your business?"

The man Lin didn't seem to worry about angering Wei Haoran at all. He held his arms and said, "hum, old man, I don't rub sand in my eyes. I just can't see what some people do."

Seeing that Manlin was so against himself, Wei Haoran had a trace of doubt in his heart, and soon realized it. He nodded and said, "barbarian, you are sarcastic when I come. Is it because my yin-yang sect disciple taught you a few younger generations six months ago?"

When Wei Haoran mentioned the old story, man Linton was angry and said, "Wei, it's clear that your yin-yang sect disciples deceived people too much and provoked the disciples of the town magic hall in every way. They were angry. As a result, your yin-yang sect disciples hurt the disciples of the town magic hall by relying on the large number of people."

Wei Haoran said with a sneer, "you can only blame the disciples of the demon hall for their inferior skills. What else to say if they lose the fight? Do you still want to find a place for your younger generation?"

Manlin was completely angered. He stared and said, "compare, I'm afraid you can't do it? Don't say it's you Wei Haoran. I'm still not afraid even if the business broke up with me."

Shang duanqing is naturally the woman standing on the ice mirror behind. She is also the golden elixir elder of Yin Yang sect. She is called duanqing fairy. She and Wei Haoran sent her disciples to participate in the trial of random magic valley. She just took her disciples out of the ice mirror. Unexpectedly, Manlin's words pulled her too, so she stood beside Wei Haoran with a cold hum, with a great potential to advance and retreat together.

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On the surface, there is harmony among the seven immortal sects. In fact, there are still many invisible dirty in private, especially among sects with similar strength. The competition is extremely fierce. As the second largest sect after the Yin Yang sect, Zhenmo hall has more overt and covert fights with the Yin Yang sect.

The situation on the court was tense for a moment. Although several Jindan elders did not release their momentum, the tense atmosphere still forced the trial disciples to retreat. Fearing that they would fight regardless, elder Wusi quickly stepped forward and pulled Manlin's arm.

Man Lin is an impatient man. Seeing elder Wusi pulling himself, he said angrily, "Wusi, what are you doing? Are you also with the hypocrite Wei Haoran?"

Elder Wusi laughed and said, "you're really a little angry. So many disciples are watching. Why are we elders of golden pill shouting and killing here?"

Manlin understood that elder Wusi was telling the truth, but he couldn't swallow it. About half a year ago, Yin Yang sect had a conflict with several disciples of Zhenmo hall. As a result, the disciples of Zhenmo hall suffered a great loss. Several of them were their own direct descendants. The last one who was injured almost lost his life. Normally, as a friar of the golden elixir, he should have been indifferent to this kind of thing for a long time, but his temperament was born like this. There has been no change for hundreds of years.

However, he also knew that even if he fought with Wei Haoran, he might not be able to find the field. Their cultivation was almost the same, and the victory or defeat was five to five. However, the Yin and Yang sect has two Jindan friars this time, and the Shang duanqing will certainly not let go. If the two of them unite and fight one against two, there is little possibility of winning.

While hesitating, another object in the air suddenly galloped from a distance. It looked like a mountain peak that had shrunk many times, seven or eight feet wide and two or three feet high. At the top of the mountain stood a pudgy man with a bald head, a round face, a big belly and a body width almost catching up with his height.

On the rolling mountain peaks, there are nearly 100 monks standing. Except for a few foundation building monks, the others are young disciples participating in the trial of random magic valley. Most of them are male disciples and few are female disciples.

Six of the seven immortal gates have come. Don't ask, the rest must be Lingxi valley. When Lingxi Valley arrives, all the immortal gates in Kyushu mainland will gather together, and the trial can begin tomorrow.

In the twinkling of an eye, the small mountain had flown to everyone, and then fell to the ground with a bang, shaking the smoke and dust all over the sky. For a long time, the pudgy friar came out of the smoke and scolded as he walked: "this heavy magic weapon is really not suitable for taking disciples to fly. I was tired all the way from Lingxi Valley to the burial devil mountain."

The pudgy friar said a word, and when he saw that no one spoke to him, he couldn't help wondering. After looking at the reaction of the people around him, he suddenly said, "the trial of Chaos Magic Valley is about to begin. Why haven't the disciples started the competition yet? You golden pill elders started first?"

Elder Wusi said with a smile, "elder Luo is joking. What's going on? It's just a misunderstanding between elder man and elder Wei. We're just trying to persuade him."

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