Along with the rise of the rosette, a clear sound began to resound in the dojo, like a bell, like a flute and flute, its sound floated and lingered in the ears.
The monks from each family were within the glow of the formation talisman. At this moment, they all looked around, very curious in their hearts. He has already experienced the Fengyun Society. Although he is not as excited as others, he is still staring closely at the rosette, seeming to see if there is a monk on it.
Zhao Chun already knew what the situation would be like from his master, Hai Qing. She also knew that the rosettes rising in front of her were the seats of the Hundred True Infants on the Billboard. Now that the new generation of Hundreds of True Infants had not yet been decided, those sitting on them should be the ones from the previous generation.
When the rosette stopped changing, figures began to fly out from within the glow of the array talismans.
Everyone looked up with envy in their hearts, wishing they were among those sitting on the lotus platform.
There are many real babies on Zhaoyan's prestigious list. After the rosette rose, several figures jumped up one after another. Du Junchang, Fu Xian and Wang Zheng, who were the favorites to win the first place in Guan Boyan's mouth, were all among them. Although Wang Zheng was the king His surname has nothing to do with the Changwu Wang family. His sect is from the lineage of Yiguang Great Master Hu Shuoqiu, and he is actually an orthodox disciple of the Eighteen Caves.
In addition to these three people, there are several true infants who have landed on the lotus platform. However, in the eyes of everyone, the latter's hope of winning the championship is far less than that of Du Junchang.
Zhao Chun looked around and saw Du Junchang sitting on a lotus platform. A ray of golden light floated from his heavenly spirit, and then the shape of "Qi" appeared in the sky. The rank is seventh, and Fu Xian's rank is "Nine", Wang Zheng's is "Shisan", and the rest of the disciples are outside the twenty.
Although Xin Moruo, who had a grudge against her, had a top number of "Nine Shiqi", no one would think that he would stop here today. After all, Feng Jian, who was ranked twelfth on the last ranking list, Now he is dead in his hands.
With his strength, it will not be difficult to enter the top ten of the list!
Counting up from Du Junchang, the woman with "Lu" on the top had a cold expression, and she had just used the sword escape method to fall down. Looking at the direction of the sect to the east of the dojo, on the same side as Zhaoyan, Zhao Chun guessed, This may be the Yixuan Sword Zongyuan Guanyin that Guan Boyan said can compete with Du Junchang and others for the top spot. As for the rosettes above Yuan Guanyin, from "one" to "five", they are all empty and no one is seen.
The reasons for this are not difficult to guess. There are only three types. For example, senior brother Zhan Tian has broken through the external realm after two Fengyun Meetings and will not come back the third time. In addition, the monks who have participated in the Fengyun Meeting three times will not appear on the rosette. And the last one... is that the true baby on the list dies, and the rosette where it is located will naturally become vacant.
Zhao Shun looked at Xin Moruo attentively and saw him sitting leisurely, lazily propping his head on the rosette. His eyes were teasing and mocking. The place where his eyes were pointing was the rosette beside Wang Zheng. That's where twelfth place should have been. Because Feng Jian was dead and there was no one on the "Shi Er" rosette, Xin Moluo was in a good mood and couldn't help but chuckle.
Although there were only fifty or sixty monks left on the lotus throne, there were still Fengyunbang True Infants who were disciples of the Yuecang Sect with Feng Jian. When he saw Xin Moluo being so arrogant, his heart also He was so angry that even drinking his blood and eating his flesh could not relieve the hatred in his heart.
Seeing this, Zhao Shun already understood a thing or two about the hatred between the disciples of the two sects.
More than twenty years have passed since the Ascension Conference. She herself has made great progress, but she expects that people like Xin Moruo will never stand still. Therefore, the outcome will have to be fought to know. .
After all the true infants of the last edition of the Hot Cloud Ranking were seated, a stream of clear air floated upward from the lotus pedestal beneath them. A huge vortex suddenly appeared in the vast sea above the dojo. The sound of the waves sounded like thunder. It sounded like a huge wave of water was about to crash down and engulf everything!
At this moment, even the monks who had seen such a scene before were unable to remain calm under such a huge momentum. I don’t know how long it took, but a lin claw suddenly stretched out from the vortex. It was as dark as ink, but with a little bit of blue divine light. Suddenly, the scale claw was retracted like a test, and then there was a huge sound that reached the sky. With a loud sound, thousands of sea tides receded in all directions, and a huge dragon head poked out. Its eyes opened angrily, as bright as the moon, and with a roar, it crashed into the center of the dojo from the vortex!
Although Hai Long shuddered after knocking the platform, he also roared in pain. At this moment, the eight-leaf lotus flower in the dojo suddenly shined brightly, and the vast clouds and mist spurted out from it, surrounding Hai Long like an iron rope. Tie. The dragon's body is slender, and the vast sea and the dojo are connected. The sea dragon opens its mouth, but it cannot move. These clouds and mist enter from the front mouth, gradually eroding its body, infiltrating its surface and inside, until its pair of dragon eyes are dim, and it truly becomes a sea dragon. Pillar, the light of the eight-leaf lotus dimmed.
Just when all the disciples were amazed, Long Zhu's first breath started without any warning.
The smoke and clouds bind the dragon's body, breed cloud beads in its body, and finally spit it out from its mouth, completing a cycle of the sky.
And this time after breathing out, two cloud beads were born!
The cloud beads are round and flawless, not only as white as shell beads, but also similar in size. After being spit out from the dragon's mouth, the two cloud beads disappeared. One of them appeared in the west of the dojo, close to the Heyuan Floating Palace of the Taiyuan Taoist sect, while the other one appeared on the edge, Li Lan The first sect is not far away.
The whereabouts of this object are uncertain, and it will disappear immediately after it is born. Where it finally appears depends on its own destiny.
But this time, it seemed that Taiyuan and Lanchu had the upper hand.
"Haha, God help me!" A figure quickly flew down from the Heyuan Floating Palace. Its momentum was as unstoppable as the violent wind and rain, and it went straight towards the nearby Yunzhu.
The other Taiyuan disciples originally wanted to fight for him, but when they saw who this person was, they all stopped and secretly shook their heads.
"This first Yun Bead should belong to me, Ying Huaiqiu!" The man grabbed the Yun Bead with one hand, and his face was full of pride. Although he was not tall in stature, his aura was very amazing. He was dressed in brocade. Wearing a vermilion round collar robe, wearing an angry dragon crown with pearls on his head, and a pair of eyes like thunder, he instantly forced the disciples of several surrounding sects back.
I could only hear some disciples in Heyuan Fu Palace whispering and talking, saying: "If others could have competed, it was Ying Huaiqiu. I heard that during the last Fengyun Meeting, he escaped because he sought to obtain the Kaiyuan Dharma. I didn’t open my body, so I didn’t come here to compete for the ranking. Now I have achieved the third-level dharma body. I’m afraid I can directly enter the top twenty in this Fengyun meeting, so we’d better avoid provoking him less.”
(End of chapter)
