Each of these figures has an aura as powerful as an abyss and an ocean, unfathomable. Their appearance immediately caused a surge of spiritual energy in the surrounding area of several thousand feet, but it soon recovered and became as still as water.
At the same time, their figures gradually became clearer, and their various brilliance converged, revealing that they were the ancestors of various sects. Three sects and four sects, exactly 14 people.
The three hundred disciples on the mountaintop platform and the surrounding elders saluted and shouted loudly: "I have met the ancestor!"
At this time, one of the old men of the Xuanqing Sect wearing a dark blue Taoist robe took a step forward. This man was Li Muxuan who had appeared in the Guiyun Sect before. He glanced at the people on the platform, smiled faintly, and said: "You all You are the genius of my Eastern Seven Branches. I hope to shine in this Grand Canyon of Death, exaggerate the power of my branch, and strive for glory for your respective sects! Ten days later, you will still gather here, and I and others will meet with you. You all go to the main line together, the Grand Canyon of Death!"
After saying this, he waved his sleeves, the brilliance on his body flowed, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. The other ancestor-level figures glanced at the disciples of their respective sects and disappeared one after another.
Everyone was stunned for a moment. They didn't expect these ancestors to come and go faster. They thought they would be rewarded, but in fact they didn't even get any rewards.
Many people secretly slandered in their hearts, but they naturally had respectful expressions on their faces, cupped their hands and fists, and bowed to see them off.
After the ancestors left, the expressions on the faces of the elders of each sect became more relaxed. They landed on the platform on the top of the mountain one after another and counted the number of people in their respective sects. Finally, they came to a result. The Xuanqing sect still had the largest number of people. There are sixty-nine, with the fewest being the Yuling Sect, with only twenty-six. The Sanye Sect performed quite outstandingly this year, actually entering the top three, with a total of forty-eight disciples, and there were two disciples in the top eight, naturally Han Feng and Murong Xue. This made Elder Yan and other elders of the Sanye Sect more outstanding. His eyes were shining with joy, and his voice seemed to be much louder when talking to the elders of other sects.
However, one person was extremely unhappy. It was Situ Changqing. He was only ranked in the top twenty. At this moment, his face was gloomy. He looked at Han Feng from time to time, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
Han Feng naturally sensed his gaze, but ignored it directly. The old god followed the elders of his sect down. Not long after, he arrived at the edge of the mountain smoothly, and then went to the Yingbin Valley of Xuanqing Gate on his own. Go. He soon left the crowd and walked alone on a granite path with dense green bamboo on both sides. It was evening, and the moonlight shone from time to time, and the shadows were dancing and swaying in the wind, which was pure and pleasant.
"Han Feng!"
Suddenly, Situ Changqing shouted from behind Han Feng.
Han Feng stopped, turned around with a hint of confusion, looked at Situ Changqing, and asked calmly: "Senior Brother Situ, what's the matter?"
"I advise you not to pester Murong Xue. She and you belong to two different worlds, you know?" Situ Changqing said.
Han Feng smiled casually and asked, "Oh, then you and she are from the same world?"
"Hey, of course, we have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and we are well-matched. Who do you think you are?! Don't think that if you enter the top eight in this competition, you can shorten the distance between you and us! Let me tell you the truth, The background of us people is beyond your imagination, but there is no need to reveal it in this round of competition. If you are still stubborn, after reaching the Grand Canyon of Death, it will be too late to regret it!" Situ Changqing sneered. said one voice.
Han Feng looked at his arrogant face and didn't know what he was proud of because of his family's power. He pondered for a while, said nothing, just waved his hand, turned around and left.
"Hmph, since you don't have to drink wine as a penalty for toasting, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Situ Changqing looked at Han Feng's back, snorted secretly, and showed a ruthless smile.
Not long after, Han Feng successfully returned to Yingbin Valley, went straight into his courtyard, and practiced behind closed doors.
He came to the training room on the second floor, but instead of practicing, he lay down and fell asleep soon after.
When he woke up, a day and a night had passed, and it was night time again. He walked out of the training room on the second floor and came to the rooftop platform. He stood quietly looking at the moon, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he sighed slightly, made fists with both hands, and whispered to himself: "When the soldiers come, we will block the water and cover it with earth!"
It turned out that he was thinking about Situ Changqing. Based on his understanding of this kind of person, Situ Changqing would definitely take action against him in the Grand Canyon of Death. Although he is not afraid, he is worried about the behemoth behind the opponent, the Situ family!
However, if he wanted to go against his true intention and deliberately cater to Situ Changqing, then he really couldn't do it, so he ignored Situ Changqing's threats and left straight away the day before. Moreover, he also knew that even if he surrendered to Situ Changqing, it would not be able to alleviate the conflict between him and Situ Changqing. Liang Zi had already formed a knot under the Dao War Monument of Sanyemen a few days ago, and he would not be able to do it so easily. Dissolved. If it were him, he would not easily let go of a man trying to steal his woman, especially when he has a huge advantage!
He had just fooled his enemy's Qiu Huahua, but he didn't expect to provoke the Situ family again. He was really troubled, but he had nowhere to express his sorrow.
"Forget it, if he really dares to be aggressive, I don't mind teaching him a lesson!" After thinking about it for a few times, Han Feng made up his mind and his worries were relieved.
He walked down to the rooftop platform, returned to the training room, sat down cross-legged, and quickly put aside his distracting thoughts, focused on his inner self, and silently condensed the true energy in his body.
In the following time, in addition to maintaining his daily practice, he spent part of his time refining fourth-grade talismans. Although talismans of this level were useless to him now, they were still effective against broken swords and could make them stronger. It has gradually grown in size and power. Now he only needs to infuse 40% of his true energy to seriously injure an extreme warrior. If the purity of his true energy and the length of the broken sword are both improved, with one full blow, he might even be able to kill someone like Murong Xue. All characters must concentrate on resisting.
Time flowed by like water, and six days passed quietly.
In the early morning of this day, the mist outside had not yet cleared. Han Feng opened his eyes. He quickly picked up the jade communication plaque at his waist and opened it. It turned out that it was Elder Yan who had sent a message, saying that his branch was participating in the Grand Canyon of Death. The list was reported to the main Feather Immortal Sect. According to the feedback from the previous sect, the entrance fee to the Grand Canyon of Death is 2,200 high-grade spiritual stones per person. The Sanye Sect received more places this time, which won honors for the sect. The top management decided that the sect would bear the cost of 1,200 high-grade spiritual stones per person, and each disciple would have to pay the remainder. Those who fail to turn in the spirit stones to Elder Yan within ten hours will be deemed to have given up, and the excess quota will be transferred to disciples who can afford the fee.
