"I understand," the third elder nodded and replied.
"In addition, I also know Mo'er's strength, let's reserve a place for him too," Xu Qingshan said lightly.
The third elder was startled, but still nodded in agreement, and the other elders around him didn't say much.
Their direct disciples are all over 30 years old, and many of them have participated in the previous Grand Competition.
Only the Great Elder had an ugly expression on the side. In fact, he wanted to recommend his grandson.
But thinking about Shao Xingyu's state during this period of time, he also knew that it was difficult. His grandson had completely missed the position of saint son.
...
The second day after Xu Zimo returned to Yannan Peak, the third elder came to the door, and he specially tested Xu Zimo's strength.
When he learned that Xu Zimo had reached the peak of the empty pulse state, the expression of the third elder was almost frozen.
Although Bailixiao and Xu Zimo practiced at the same time, it is understandable that he has received the inheritance of the empress, and his realm has advanced by leaps and bounds.
But people like Xu Zimo, who usually don't show off in the sect, have reached this state quietly.
He didn't know whether it was the deputy suzerain who forcibly promoted him, or whether Xu Zimo's talent was really against the sky.
But no matter what, Xu Zimo has the qualifications to participate in this competition.
After the third elder left, Yan Buhui also came to Yannan Peak to pay a special visit to Xu Zimo.
When seeing Yan Buhui again, he looked much more mature than before, with restrained sword aura all over his body, and his white clothes were more snowy than before.
"You seem to have changed a lot," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"I have received the inheritance of the Sword God," Yan said frankly without regret or concealment.
Xu Zimo smiled, directly pulled out the Tyrant Shadow behind him, and slashed out with a knife, the torrent of water rolled up endless knife energy and split a heavenly moat in front of him.
Yan Buhui hurriedly drew his sword to meet him. Originally, his aura was very ordinary, but the moment he drew the sword, the sharp sword light swept across his body, and the sword energy radiated white dazzling light, which hurt people's eyes.
When the sword collided, Yan Buhui's expression changed, and he took a few steps back with a muffled grunt, while Xu Zimo's expression was normal, and his body remained motionless.
Xu Zimo chuckled, put away Ba Ying, turned his head and walked out of the courtyard.
"Try to catch up with my back, or you won't even have the qualifications to look up to me."
... ...
In the past few days, the ranking of the hidden dragon rankings of the inner sect has changed drastically, and the competition is also huge.
Many veteran inner disciples were squeezed out of the top ten, and those disciples who were not well-known or even unheard of before made it to the top of the list one by one.
Three days later, Zhenwu Shengzong also confirmed the list of disciples participating in the Seven Sect Grand Competition.
...
A few days later, in the early morning, the purple air came from the east, and the breeze rolled up the yellowed leaves, blowing softly over the Zhenwu Shengzong.
The willow trees on both sides of the Zongmen swayed gently in the breeze, and the fallen leaves faded away with the yellowing of autumn, and the bare branches lonely remembered the prosperity of the past.
A sharp cry broke the peaceful tranquility, only to see a round of sun falling from the sky to the east of Zhenwu Shengzong.
Boundless flames filled the entire sky, and the crimson flames were like the sunset glow at dusk, reflecting half of the sky red.
If you look carefully, you will find that this is not the sun, but a golden crow that is hotter and more dazzling than the sun.
Jinwu's whole body exuded bright golden light, and on Jinwu's back, a group of teenagers in golden robes were standing with their heads held high.
Their eyes were piercing, and their expressions were calm and slightly excited.
Against the backdrop of the golden light, they looked like warriors in golden armor.
At the same time, another sharp cry sounded from the west of Zhenwu Shengzong.
A white Cang Luan waved its wings slowly and flew over from a distance. This Cang Luan was completely white and looked very holy.
Its whole body exudes divine light, and every time the Cang Luan flaps its wings, a few feathers flutter down.
On Cang Luan's back, a group of women in white clothes stood on it. The white clothes were like snow, and their skin was even better than snow.
They have long hair fluttering, and they have a fairy spirit on their bodies. Everyone looks like a fairy who descended from the sky.
"Look, it's a member of the Immortal Spirit Sect," a disciple exclaimed when he saw the scene on Cangluan.
The Immortal Spirit Sect is a sect rich in beauties, and it is also a place that many male disciples dream of. Unfortunately, that sect does not recruit male disciples.
...
A magic sword pierced the silent sky, and a piercing sonic boom exploded in the sky.
The devilish energy rose from the south, and the entire sky was shrouded in black. The magic sword was 100 meters long, and a group of black-clothed youths stepped on the sword, their eyes indifferent.
Endless murderous aura radiated from their bodies. After watching for a long time, it was as if a sea of purgatory blood appeared in front of them.
On the black robes worn by these disciples, there is a word prison embroidered on the back.
This is also the strongest sect in the Far West since the Zhenwu Sect, a Purgatory Sect with two emperors.
Under the sky colored by the devilish energy, there was a melodious sound of water flowing.
A waterfall flowed from the nine heavens, flying straight down three thousand feet, and this waterfall spewed endless holy light.
The water is invisible and colorless, and the rapid flow of water shuttles through the void, turning into an ancient tree in the sky for a while, a giant in the sky for a while, and an ancient mythical beast for a while.
In the end, the water of the waterfall covered the vast sea and changed back to its original appearance. A group of teenagers in blue robes stood at the top of the waterfall.
On the back of their blue robes is embroidered a word of spring, which is a member of the Holy Spring Sect.
"The only remaining members of the Yin Yang sect will be left," a disciple muttered to himself.
As the disciple's words fell, there was a "hum" sound in the sky and the earth, as if something had been awakened.
I saw two light spots, one black and one white, appearing in the center of this square world. These black and white light spots are intertwined with each other. In just a moment, the law flows and the light flourishes.
The entire sky seemed to be separated, half turned black and half turned white.
The black and white poles cover the entire sky. At this moment, it seems that the trembling sound of the avenue falls, as if the sun and the moon begin to reverse, and a long river moves from nothingness to nothingness, and then turns into a sea of fire.
At the two points of black and white, a group of teenagers in black and white robes with yin and yang engraved behind them looked around.
The leader of these people is Wu Shaoqing, the current patriarch of Yin Yang Sect.
When everyone was shocked by the appearance of the six major sects, a loud laugh came from the inside of Zhenwu Shengzong.
"Everyone who came to my Holy Sect from afar, welcome," Xu Qingshan walked from the void step by step with loud laughter.
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