Chapter 1021

Within the sectarian alliance, there is a power above power and position. It is Xuanshi, which buys people's hearts through Xuanshi.

So don't think that the three of Wu Tianjie are imprisoned here. There is nothing excessive except freedom. You should know that when you first enter here, you should obey the arrangements of others, from the elders of the sect alliance to the two attendants in front of you, just because you are a prisoner, a secular person from remote places such as xuantianna.

However, after Wu Tianjie's penetration for a month, all this has been slowly improved. The smile in front of me was stained with the color of hatred. No matter how brilliant Wu Feiming's smile was to the surrounding people, the price that should be paid will not be less one day!

The prediction book is a miscellaneous book compiled by the people to collect the martial arts realm of the disciples of major sects, including the skill level. But don't underestimate the value of this book. You can't get it without a thousand Xuanshi. Moreover, with the approaching of the sect ratio, even if you have a thousand Xuanshi, you can't buy a fresh prediction book.

The situation of more monks and less monks has always been. Moreover, the most outrageous thing is that in the next few days, the content and opportunities of the prediction book will change every day. For one moment, the betting suggestions will be directed to the piaomi palace, and for another, it will be transformed into the Yunlan palace

Driven by such remarks, we can only buy one book after another. According to incomplete statistics, at the time of the holding of each sect big ratio, the expenses of the "prediction book" alone can completely build a "Kunlun Mountain" with xuanjing! Kunlun Mountain, at least tens of thousands of feet, shows its madness.

On the bustling streets of Zhongzhou, all the inns are full, and people come and go in the streets. Strange faces from all directions have different expressions. Young people are crazy about martial arts and eager to fight; A middle-aged person who is light hearted and proud of the world is nothing more than a young hero who comes to join the fun and look down on the land of the sect; Those with deep eyebrows and hurried steps can go back and forth to each market to understand the recent odds and the list of contestants for operational research.

The elderly, with wise eyes, watch the world, cherish the memory of the past youth, and think about the years when passion was burning. Of course, there are places where there are talented heroes, and beauties are also indispensable. All families, with their women's dependents, hope to attract talents to the family after World War I. from the rising temperature in Zhongzhou, it can be seen that Dabi is the most lively event in the land of sects.

At noon, two days away from Dabi, in front of the main gate of a magnificent hall in Zhongzhou, a group of more than a dozen people fell from the sky. Their bright robes fluttered in the wind, misty and dusty, making passers-by stop and look around.

After a few people fell down, the noisy hall was one of them. Instead, all of them stood respectfully in front of the simple and thick gate. A gray haired old man hurried and stood in front of Fu, "disciple Yunfei, I've seen the elder." The people behind him also followed the salute.

Fu Lao simply waved his hand and walked straight towards the hall.

The girls on both sides pointed to Zifeng with a calm face. The long snow-white hair and gray robe were so conspicuous. Before that, Tang Yun had already raised objections. However, no matter who advised him, Zifeng was determined to wear this dress, so it didn't matter.

"Look, isn't that Mr. Xia Houyang? Wow. It's the first time I've seen him so close. "If a Fuxiu disciple can draw four levels of Fushu, he will be regularly placed in fumen in major states for experience. After a certain period of time, he can return to the sect.

Hearing the startling voices around him, Xia Houyang felt a touch of bitterness in the corners of his mouth. not bad Some envious and yearning voices, in front of the gray robe appeared before the Fuzong, still belong to him. Now? After seeing Zifeng's performance, an irresistible spirit of decadence has filled the whole body.

After glancing over several teenagers in the field, Yunfei finally stops his eyes on Zifeng's white hair that is not commensurate with his age and ponders unceasingly.

Zhongzhou fumen, with its luxurious construction, is rare. On the ninth floor, there are carved fences and painted buildings. The stones are round red agate without a trace of variegation. The desks scattered in the hall are made of sandalwood. Even if they are far apart, a faint fragrance has spread. The soft carpet at the foot is the fur of snow spirit fox, which can be seen by the eyes, including one side of the stairs

Qin Yao couldn't help jumping around on it. She looked unspeakably happy.

Compared with Qin Yao's joy, Xiaobai's eyes on his shoulders have a touch of disgust, because looking at the hall on the first floor, most of the colorful decorations are the body of spirit animals. So, as a member of the spirit beast, how can Xiaobai be happy inside.

Zifeng's face is calm from beginning to end. It has been like this since yesterday, which worries Tang Yun. Leng Ruxue followed Zifeng this time and didn't return to zhantianzong. The reason is clear.

Standing in the hall, Fu Lao turned around and put his hands behind his back. Just about to speak, Zifeng came forward, "master, disciples want to go."

He waved his hand and was interrupted before Zifeng finished speaking. Old Fu's eyes were full of kindness. "Go wherever you want. Remember that the next day is the sect Dabi. Just come back before that." Zhongzhou is also the core of the sect alliance. Near here, if his disciple can stay quietly in the fumen, he won't be called Wu Zifeng.

Hearing the sound, Zifeng smiled, turned and walked out.

This scene fell in the eyes of the people around him, but he was really surprised. The Fuxiu disciples who just pointed out to Zifeng and laughed at him stood aside dumbly and were at a loss.

Did they hear right? The boy in the gray robe just now is his own disciple?

Yunfei suddenly thought of receiving a note in the past two days, "elder, is he wuzifeng?"

Leng Ruxue has chased out in the gap of speaking. Anyway, she is not a Fuzong disciple. No one can restrain her! However, when she just ran out of the hall, looking around, Zifeng had long disappeared from her sight, as if he deliberately wanted to avoid everyone.

With a smile and a nod, Fu Lao said, "well, this time, in addition to Dabi, Fu Zong will also carry out a Fu book sales auction with different levels. Who in your hands has a Fu book to be auctioned can register with Tang Yun and be busy." After talking, Fu Lao walked up with the cloud

The noisy hall became more chaotic for a time.