At this moment, a sound of metal collision came from the depths of the bamboo forest.
There is a villa made of green bamboo. There is a plaque hanging on the villa, which clearly reads four ancient seal scripts of "Zhaojia Villa".
The handwriting is flying and flying, outlining a different charm, allowing people to feel the special difference whenever they see it.
A lotus pavilion stands in a lake in the backyard of the villa. On the lake, lotus flowers bloom, bursts of fragrance, filled with the wind.
Two women sat upright among them. One of them was around thirty years old, with the unique charm of a young woman. He looked very attractive and had a strong charm, and was definitely not inferior to those peerless beauties.
Moreover, she naturally exuded a elegant atmosphere, adding a third of her temperament.
The other one is a girl covered in a veil. This girl is wearing a white dress and wearing it, which is extremely decent and outlines a perfect figure and surging.
There were a few crystal beads of sweat on her dark hair. Her slender fingers were as slender as white jade, and she looked extremely perfect.
Although her appearance is not clear because of the gauze, she can also guess from her figure that it will definitely not be ordinary. At least it will not be ugly, and a hint of elegance will naturally emanate from her body.
The girl stood in the pavilion, holding a green bamboo gun in her hand.
The Cangcong Yuwei grabbed the gun body, picked it, pounced it, pounced it, and flew up and down.
The gun body trembled, and the gun flowers were connected together, as if playing a song of nature, flowing clouds and water, very elegant.
Guns are the voice of the heart.
However, in the shooting technique of this dance, there seems to be a faint sense of sorrow, which makes the listener unconsciously depressed and secretly think of each and every worrying thing.
As if you were watching a sad dance, your mood naturally changed with the ups and downs of the gun head.
"bite!!"
Everything ended in silence.
"Xin'er, are the decisions you made too hasty? This matter is related to your lifelong happiness. According to my mother's opinion, it's better to think more about it. Anyway, everything is still too late. It's not because of the Zhao family,
It costs you such a great price.”
The beautiful woman sighed lightly, looked at the girl, and advised her.
"Mom!!" the girl raised her head and said softly: "You don't need to persuade me anymore. No one forced me. My daughter volunteered. The prosperity of our Zhao family is hidden in the Overlord Gun.
If you get the Overlord Gun, you can revitalize our Zhao family and help the clan get rid of the coming catastrophe. Otherwise, with the foundation of our Zhao family, it will sooner or later be destroyed."
The girl said, looking at the lotus in the lake, smiled indifferently, and said, "What's more, if anyone can take out the overlord gun this time, it means that the person must be the dragon among people, and his daughter will not feel wronged.
.Maybe, my fate should be decided by the relics of my ancestors.”
"Oh, I hope so." The beautiful woman shook her head slightly. She knew that she had made up her mind and it was difficult to change it.
He just said: "Now there are many young monks coming in the valley. It seems that at the beginning of the conference, the number of people will reach at least a thousand. It is just that the forbidden area is dangerous, it is easy to enter, but it is difficult to come out. I wonder how many people will survive in the end.
.....”
In the valley, a large number of monks will arrive every day, and these monks are all young monks and their appearance will not exceed forty.
After all, the lifespan of immortal cultivators is much longer than that of ordinary people. Forty is considered very young. As for those who are after forty, they are not within the scope of this recruitment.
Therefore, the number of people coming is not large.
Although the Zhao family had long since retired from the world of immortal cultivation, their ancestral connections are still there, and they can be regarded as a semi-cultivating immortal cultivation family.
If there is no screening, even if the major cultivators and families of all sizes of immortal cultivation in this Great Zhou area come together, they will probably attract tens of thousands of people.
However, even so, although most of the young monks entering the valley were at the level of the Transcendence Stage, there were also many qi-training monks.
There are also some older generation monks who want to come here to watch the fun, or want to use this grand event to set up stalls, sell some things they don’t need, and buy some items they want in the future.
People of all kinds of purposes will not be lacking.
In short, there will never be few people joining in the fun.
One after another, at this time, many street stalls had appeared on the empty ground in the valley, lined up from two vertical lines, with a road empty in the middle, and items were placed on both sides, just like a straight street.
However, although these monks set up stalls, they did not shout loudly like those vendors in the secular world, and they all sat in front of their own stalls.
If someone comes to the stall and wants to buy, he will bargain. After all, all the cultivators believe that their identities are higher than ordinary people, so how can they be like vulgar people in the market?
In the corner of the bamboo forest, I knew nothing about it. I threw it away casually. A purple jade pendant immediately came to An Pingsheng with purple light, reached out and took the jade pendant in my hand.
Before he could take a closer look, he saw that no one jumped, jumped off the stone, and shouted, "Okay, you don't look like someone who wants to buy the news about Fairy Luoying. I'm not with you, old man.
I'm wasting my time, I'll find other fat sheep, hehe..."
He rubbed his palms hard, and looked at the group of people who had just walked into the valley with his eyes shining. The team was headed by the team, white and elegant, and a handsome man.
He held an ancient folding fan in his hand, and the fan was opened, with landscape paintings on it, and the surface emitted a faint aura. It was not made of paper, but woven from silk threads.
There is also the name of the monk on the fan - "Young Master"
Obviously, this fan is not an ordinary paper fan. It is a magic weapon or magic weapon in the hands of a practitioner.
[Author’s off-topic]: Hey, brothers, it’s not that I’m delaying. I really have something to do, forgive me!