The next day.

The autumn is clear and the weather is cool, the geese fly south, and the years are quiet and peaceful.

Feixian Town ushered in the most lively day of the year. Practitioners from all directions came to Fengyu Tower early. They either sat on the ground, closed their eyes to rest; or gathered together to talk about their practice experiences; or made jokes about the romantic night; or were heart-to-heart talks about major events in the martial arts world... In short, under the Fengyu Tower, there were constant noises.

After Wangchuan and Gong Yu parted, they returned to Zhaixing Tower alone. They neither meditated and practiced, nor did they rest in bed. They were alone in a daze outside the window. It was not until Tan Jingwei knocked on the door that she came to her senses. She and Ouyang Feiyu and other female disciples from Baihua Valley had eaten vegetarian porridge, and then came to the Taoist platform together.

The arrival of the female disciples of Wangchuan and Baihua Valley also attracted the attention of people around them. People were curious about what the young man in front of him was, and when he was able to accompany the women of Baihua Valley, some people with ulterior motives, from Wangchuan and Gong Yu to walking out of Zhaixing Tower, to having an argument with Jiang Xun and others, and to becoming sworn brothers with Xue Feihan, etc., were clearly and clearly.

After learning about these things, many people became more and more curious about Wangchuan's identity and couldn't help but whisper and talk, "This boy is suitable for his identity, and can he win the favor of Fairy Gong Yu?" "It's not easy to be able to take out such precious medicinal materials at once!" "Xue Feihan acted in a mess and caused trouble. This boy actually became a sworn brother with him. Isn't this asking for trouble? After all, he is still young!"

Of course, there are many people who belittle Wangchuan, and Wangchuan will not care about these gossips. As he said to Gong Yu last night, even practitioners cannot avoid the common people. The practitioners of ordinary people's seven emotions and six desires are still reluctant to let go. At present, these people's behavior is no different from that of ordinary people, and some people have their own preferences and dislikes.

"Your name is Wangchuan, right? Very good. Yesterday Zhao Wuji stopped you and asked you to escape. Today, you don't have such good luck, so wait for death." Jiang Xun passed by Wangchuan at this time and said a harsh sentence.

Wangchuan made him look disgrace yesterday. If it weren't for Zhao Wuji's bad things, how could Wangchuan have to live one more day with Jiang Xun's vindictive personality? Today is different. When the Taoist squatting is in battle, he has no eyes, and even Zhao Wuji cannot break the rules. Jiang Xun has already made plans. He wants to kill Wangchuan himself in front of all the practitioners in the world, and kill the majesty of these self-proclaimed disciples of the righteous sects.

"Jiang Xun, just use any tricks." Wangchuan replied lightly.

Jiang Xun snorted coldly and left. In order to deal with today's Daotai Competition, Ouyang Feiyu and Tan Jingwei went to bed early last night, so they did not know what happened between Wangchuan and Jiang Xun. Ouyang Feiyu asked, "Junior brother, why did you offend Jiang Xun?"

Wangchuan briefly talked about the cause and effect before and after. Ouyang Feiyu looked up at the direction where Jiang Xun and others left, and looked worried, "Jiang Xun is a vengeful person, and his methods are extremely cruel. My junior brother is afraid that he will not be able to do anything good now."

"Sister sister, don't worry. If he really wants to kill me, Wangchuan will not be the chopping board fish that can be slaughtered."

Tan Jingwei felt a little mixed with feelings. Gong Yu was gentle and wise, and she was beautiful and beautiful. She was just an ordinary disciple of Baihua Valley. How could she compare with her? She couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. She had already cared about Wangchuan and didn't know where to go at this moment. At the same time, she was very worried about Wangchuan's safety. Although Wangchuan was talented, she was facing Jiang Xun now.

Although Jiang Xun is arrogant and domineering and ruthless, his talent is also among the younger generation. It is probably not easy for Wangchuan to deal with Jiang Xun. What's more, even if Wangchuan defeats Jiang Xun on the Taoist platform, can he withstand Youdu's ambitions?

"Youdu has been low-key for more than a hundred years. This time, Jiang Xun appeared in a dignified place, and perhaps Youdu is about to make a comeback. Today, the Taoist Platform is about to have a change, hey..." Ouyang Feiyu frowned slightly. The Longyuan Continent has only been calm for more than a hundred years. The people finally got a breath and settled down and established a career. The storm will be about to rise again. "There will be no peace in the world from now on."

As he was speaking, he saw a commotion in the crowd. The wildfire camp Yuwei stalked in a majestic manner, forming a circle of five meters within a radius of the Lundao Platform. Several immortal figures came to the wind and sat in the viewing stand not far away. What attracted people was that an old man was also following a young and beautiful woman.

Zhao Wuji stepped onto the Taoist platform, his armor was shining and his righteousness was impressed. His sharp eyes swept to the audience, and suddenly the birds were silent. Zhao Wuji then spoke: "Today, the people are stable, the people are rich, and the Taoist fortune is prosperous. Anyone with both talent and virtue should enter the court to ensure the stability of the country and the country. Zhao Wuji, the commander of the Wuhuo Camp, was ordered by the saint to preside over the Taoist and martial arts performance here and select pillars of the court. All young talents and heroes who are in the Void Realm can go on stage to perform martial arts performances, and stop until they are not hurting their lives! I announced that the Taoist and martial arts performances can begin."

"Dong!" The sound of gongs came, and the audience suddenly became crowded with people. The most exciting ones were the casual cultivators, who had no support and were in danger. If they could enter the court through the Taoist martial arts and eat the court's salary, they would not have to worry about the cost of their practice in the future.

"I'm here Zhao Youwei, I'll ask you fellow Taoists for advice." A young man in green flew on the Taoist platform and bowed to everyone.

"I'll meet you!" I saw a man with a height of three or four hundred pounds flying towards the Lu Daotai. With a dull sound, the man with his breasts exposed and breasts looked like a butcher fell to the ground and saw the Lu Daotai tremble slightly, "I'm Zhu Dachang!" As he said that, Zhu Dachang pulled out the butcher's knife on his waist and slashed towards Zhao Youwei, with a fierce momentum like a tiger going down the mountain, but his sway flesh was full of climaxes, and his image was really unbearable to look at him.

Zhao Youwei's body was flexible and he avoided Zhu Dachang's attack lightly. He turned over and jumped around behind Zhu Dachang's back. His true energy suddenly poured into his fists. The fist wind whistled, and fist shadows hit Zhu Dachang's back. Two rays of white energy came out of Zhu Dachang's nostrils with exposed nose hair. The flesh waves in his body surged, removing Zhao Youwei's fist strength. Then he saw Zhu Dachang stomping his feet suddenly and smashing his back towards Zhao Youwei, but the butcher knife in his hand was sacrificed.

Zhu Dachang's fat body was like a mountain pressing towards Zhao Youwei. Zhao Youwei's face looked a little ugly, and he rushed to avoid it. Seeing this, Zhu Dachang turned over and slammed the Lu Dachang on the Lu Dao Platform. The Lu Dao Platform suddenly trembled. Zhao Youwei was affected by the aftershock. The butcher knife that Zhu Dachang had just used happened to fly at this time. Zhao Youwei quickly punched and the butcher knife was hit by a punch.

"Take me a knife!" But when he heard a angrily shout, Zhu Dachang came with his knife. The butcher knife in his hand was as fast as lightning, and the sword energy was raging. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Youwei's blue shirt was extremely damaged.

"Thank you for showing mercy to your heart, I'll admit defeat!" Zhao Youwei was unwilling to accept it. For this year's Taoist and martial arts performance, he had been preparing for a long time, and only he knew the bitterness. He sighed and flew down from the Taoist and the Taoist and the Taoist.

Zhu Dachang looked at the audience with a butcher knife and shouted loudly: "Who else is willing to give me advice?"

As he was speaking, he saw an old man in seventy-year-old flew to the Taoist platform without any haste. The audience was in an uproar and he sarcastically said loudly: "The old birthday boy is hanging himself, that old man is really idle!"

"I'm going to ask fellow Taoist Zhu for some advice." I didn't care about Yan Shulu's cold eyes and sarcastic sarcasm in the audience, with a kind smile on his face.

"Old sir, show your magic weapon!" Zhu Dachang said with his fists.

Yan Shulu smiled and took out a brush that had been used for many years from his arms. The pen spirit shone with a faint green light, but the pen head was already bald. Yan Shulu's turbid old eyes were full of care. He stretched out his withered hands to rub the pen body.

"Old sir, is this your magic weapon? What can a broken pen be used for? Why don't you change it to another magic weapon?"

"I don't have thousands of books in my heart, and I'll write in the world!" Yan Shulu's eyes suddenly burst out with a brilliant color, and his fingers moved slightly, and the brush was circling in the middle. "This pen has been with me for many years, and I have long used it, just as fellow Taoist Zhu has been used to the pig-slaughtering blade in his hand."

Zhu Dachang listened to the words of the words and said, with more respect and less contempt in his eyes. He was originally a butcher, and the knife in his hand was the bone-clearing steel knife he used to kill pigs and sheep. Perhaps by chance, he realized the principle of killing and ascending the throne and reliance during the repeated slaughterings, and began to practice from then on. "Zhu was ashamed, please give me advice from fellow Taoists."

Yan Shulu stroked his sparse and yellow beard, and picked up his pen in the void and wrote it as fast as the wind. Although there was no ink, he saw the ink under the pen, and the words floated in the air while breathing, saying: Zheng! Then he saw the spiritual energy of the Lundao Platform fluctuating, and the spiritual energy around him rushed towards Yan Shulu. Yan Shulu held the pen in his hand and pinched the seal with his left hand. The spiritual energy rushed towards the tip of the pen. A green light shot out, and the word "zheng" was pressing towards Zhu Dachang.

"Old sir, Zhu still recognizes this character." Zhu Dachang laughed loudly, raised his bone-clearing steel knife and slashed at the word. A red energy fell on the word "zheng". He felt a wave of energy. The word "zheng" faintly swayed, as if it was about to be split into two petals. At this time, Yan Shulu's face changed, his finger skills changed continuously, and the spiritual energy around him rushed towards the word "zheng". The green light was so blue that the red energy was unbearable and swallowed by the green light.

Seeing this, Zhu Dachang showed a fierce look on his face. He ran towards the old man with a knife in his hands, raised the steel knife in his hand and slashed. Every step his fat body fell, and the platform trembled. Although he looked a little funny, his whole body was filled with bloody aura that could not be ignored.

The sword light was filled with blood, and the bloody aura turned into a fierce wild pig and rushed around, and from time to time it made a sharp howl. The spiritual energy that was pouring in was actually scattered by the wild pig. The word "正" written by Yanshu Law Firm suddenly shattered into several pieces in the sword light.

Seeing this, Yan Shulu picked up his pen and wrote the word "yue" again. The word "attack" was like an old man in the school. Lang Lang chanted: "How magnificent is the Western Mountain? The stones in other mountains can attack jade." After chanting, the surrounding spiritual energy surged again, and the word "yue" turned into a towering mountain blocking Yan Shulu's body.

Zhu Dachang slashed several times, and the mountains remained unmoved. At this time, the word "attack" quickly rose into the sky, and stones fell from the sky and smashed towards Zhu Dachang.

"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and they are mixed with manifolds. The lower part is the river and the upper part is the sun and the upper part is the sun and the upper part is the sun and star. It is called Haoran and the vast clan. Yan Shulu nourishes the body with righteous energy and explains the Tao with literature. In this game, Zhu Dachang lost!" Wangchuan looked at the situation of Yan Shulu and Zhu Dachang on the Lundao platform, and couldn't help but feel respect for the two, especially the righteousness and pride that the Yan Shulu exuded from the Lunkaku body belongs to the scholars.

"The way of slaughtering is ultimately small, how can it be compared with the way of Wen Zheng? But if you can understand the Tao from slaughter, Zhu Dachang has no regrets in this life." Ouyang Feiyu said from the side, "In contrast, Mr. Yan Shulu is really admirable. He has no guidance from famous teachers and no practice skills, but he can understand the Tao from the Five Classics of Poetry and Books. If he hadn't been older, even Yimo Sect would have to accept the old man into the sect and teach the great way of Wen Zheng."

As he was speaking, Zhu Dachang on the Lundao platform had already defeated the "Attack" Zi Jue of Yan Shulu. He had never read any loss on his face. Instead, he was generous and free and easy, "Mr. Yan, he should be stronger and stronger, and Zhu admired him. If Mr. Yan wanted to have a tooth sacrifice in the future, he could come to Shili Fort Jingzhou City to have a butcher shop, and Zhu would definitely serve as a good wine and food for the Lundao platform." After that, he flew out of the Lundao platform.

"Zhu Dachang slaughtered countless livestock and his blood was solidified. If he could enter the army and practice the military and martial arts methods, he might have some achievements in the future." Although Wangchuan prefers the literary and righteous way of speaking and writing, he is also respectful to Zhu Dachang's generousness. The ancients always say that there are many dog ​​slaughterers, and today he saw it from Zhu Dachang.

People may not care about the most ordinary practitioner like Zhu Dachang. Even his fierce appearance and fat body that are unique to the butcher have not left much deep impression on everyone. People still set their eyes on the Taoist platform, and their words and rules are full of energy. They won several games on the stage, and eventually lost to Chi Lian Rao Haosu, the cave.

"Where is the distance, I am sorry for the sheep who is floating in the clouds. The year is as dark as it is, and the time is also coming slowly. The verdant is withered and separated, and the fragrance is not comparable. Old~" Yan Shuli stroked his beard and stepped down from the Taoist platform with his hands on his back. Maybe he sighed that the years are urging people, but they have ambitions but have not been fulfilled. A "Old" says that it is scattering and tragic, and what can be seen is tragedy. Perhaps Yan Shuli's life is over. Like those losers, he comes quietly, leaves quietly, and disappears into the vast sea of ​​people.

The Taoist practice continues, and there are victory and failure. People know that these practitioners who fight on the Taoist platform in the morning are all casual cultivators, and the afternoon is the highlight. Disciples from various practice sects will perform the most exciting battle here. For them, this is an excellent opportunity, especially for those who practice. Watching the battles of disciples of various practice sects will be of great benefit to their own practice.

First, it can broaden their horizons and allow them to see the martial arts schools of each cultivation sect more clearly, which will guide their exploration on the path of cultivation; second, different practitioners have different perceptions of the Tao. After all, the masters behind these cultivation sects have deep accumulation. The predecessors plant trees and later generations to enjoy the shade, masters fight, and moves are fatal. If they can feel the Tao of these cultivation sect disciples through fighting, they can learn from each other and will be of great use to their own enlightenment.

Before three o'clock, Chi Lian Rao Haosu won 79 consecutive games in the cave, becoming the most dazzling practitioner among the casual cultivators, and successfully attracted the attention of several old men in the stands. "This year, the overall strength of these juniors is much stronger than in previous sessions! Not bad, not bad!" An old man in the stands said with his long beard.

"It's really good. Take Yan Shulu and Zhu Dahai as an example. It's really not easy to learn without a teacher. It's just a pity that I'm a little older. If I had discovered it earlier, I would be a rare talent to recruit him and train him inside." Another old man said with a smile.

"Wuji, after all, it is to select talents for your wild camp. This is more than half of the martial arts practice. Why don't you say anything? It doesn't look like your personality?"

Zhao Wuji shook his head slightly, "Old Guo, you also know the criteria for selecting talents in the wildfire camp. Although these casual cultivators are good, they are still a little short of entering the wildfire camp with this level of cultivation. Let's take a look first."

"It is said that it is to give young generations a fair opportunity, but your standard for picking people is not fair. I think you are just thinking about those disciples of the sect." Mr. Guo picked up a cup of tea from the side and savored it carefully.

Zhao Wuji coughed lightly and said silly: "Old Guo, don't you tell me it. This year, these sects seem to be a little hidden, and the sects are not the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation!"

Guo Lao Bai glanced at Zhao Wuji and said with a smile: "You are so clever and robbed by the wildfire camp. If you don't hide your own personalities, then the elite disciples of the sect will teach you to rob it."

"My old man is so serious, but the words are so serious! The wildfire camp comes and goes freely, and never robs you."

"Which sect dares to disagree with the release of people you value? If any sect dares to disagree, you General Song will submit a letter to the king of the country directly. The king of the country comes to ask for someone personally, who dares not to obey? Wuji, I am a little older, but my eyes and ears can still be used. Over the years, my old friends have complained to me a lot."

"Ahem, it's all for the country." Zhao Wuji's face turned red, and after being exposed by words, he felt a little embarrassed. But even if he was embarrassed, he still had to do the matter of offending people and stealing people. Only when more talented young generations join the wildfire camp, can the strength of the wildfire camp be improved, and this will be worthy of the trust of the emperor. He glanced at the young and beautiful woman beside Mr. Guo, and smiled meaningfully: "Old Mr. Guo, the wise man doesn't say secret words. Wuji thinks that the little shadow sister next to you is really good, not as good as..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Guo immediately interrupted and stared at Zhao Wuji with a beard and stared at him and said, "Wuji, don't go too far. I have all three incompetent disciples under your command. What else do you want? I'm about to be silly, but fortunately the girl is talking with you. I tell you, this matter is impossible! If you dare to have a bad idea, believe it or not, I will strip you of your skin now and let you go back to the wildfire camp."

"Hehe, Mr. Guo, Xiaoying is not your disciple, you can't be her master." Zhao Wuji was caught off guard and did not forget to run to Miss Xiaoying with an ambiguous look. Miss Xiaoying just smiled and shook her head without answering.

"Wuji, are you going to piss off me to death, right?! If you dare to have a bad idea again, I will teach you what it means to steal chickens and lose rice!" Guo Lao stared at Zhao Wuji, his face extremely ugly, and he seemed to be about to take action after a disagreement, but suddenly his face slowed down and he said with a smile: "Actually, you don't have the intention to beat the shadow girl, and the famous flower has a master."

"The famous flower has a master?" Zhao Wuji suddenly became interested and looked at the little girl Xiaoying and asked curiously: "Sister Xiaoying, tell your brother Zhao, which young master you like? Brother Zhao, please take a detailed look for you."

But the little girl looked at Mr. Guo and Zhao Wuji with strange eyes. She was still wondering when her many Hua Xu would be others. "Brother Zhao, don't look at me with this look. Mr. Guo is just joking with you."

Seeing that Xiaoying girl was unwilling to reveal it, Zhao Wuji believed in Mr. Guo’s words and said in his heart: Look at Xiaoying’s pretending to be calm, he must have made a secret promise. I don’t know which young master from the family has had good luck and can win the favor of Xiaoying girl, so I will make me tease her.

"Sister Xiaoying, what are you embarrassed to say with Brother Zhao? Don't hide it. Which family's son is it? If you don't want to say it, hehe, I will spread in the army at that time, then..." Zhao Wuji saw the murderous look of Miss Xiaoying, and couldn't help but say, "Hey, Sister Xiaoying, don't look at me with this look! There is no silver here, you can't fool me by playing this trick with Brother Zhao."

Zhao Wuji did not have the look of a general with a majestic appearance, and she looked like an eight-match girl. The little shadow girl felt a fly buzzing in her ear. She wanted to block Zhao Wuji's mouth and said angrily: "Brother Zhao, I heard that you went to Hehuan Sect a few days ago and stayed there for a long time. My little sister-in-law hasn't seen her sister-in-law for a long time. I miss it strange things, so it's better..."

"No, no, no." Zhao Wuji's head shook like a rattle, and quickly brought a cup of tea to Miss Xiaoying, and said with a smile: "Sister Xiaoying, your sister-in-law is busy with military affairs, so don't bother her."

"There is no good thing for men." Miss Xiaoying snorted proudly, took the tea handed over by Zhao Wuji, took a sip, and said lightly: "Since my sister-in-law is busy with military affairs, I won't go and cause trouble for her."

Zhao Wuji wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and secretly arranged: This girl is really like his father, who plays with people's hearts every way, so it's better to provoke her less in the future.
Chapter completed!