Although he participated in the competition with his men's makeup, Yan Yan still had the big red blade with flame cloud patterns today.
The hair was tied high to the back of the head into a ponytail, tied tightly with golden threads. The remaining golden thread was braided into the hair, and tied into a few thin braids. One was hanging to the ends of the hair. The top of the hair was topped. A wooden hairpin with a rustic wood grain space spoon.
Because Yan Yan's skin is very fair and tender, she matches this big red dress and looks heroic and handsome.
Standing on the back of the big crane in the head, the female disciples of other sects who had come to watch the fun frequently looked at each other before they landed.
Today, I came to participate in the bride competition. A Gui and others from Jiange were not convenient to accompany him. Yan Yan accompanied him, except for the few disciples of Jiange who were responsible for leading, the others were Chen Yuyun, Mr. Yumei and Bi Cheng. Wait for your own people.
As soon as the big crane landed, everyone sat down at their seats. A voice behind them laughed: "Miss Yan is so beautiful. Look at the female cultivators of those sects, all of whom were blushing and enthusiastic. Hey laugh……"
Chen Yuyun and Bi Cheng turned around almost at the same time to look at the person talking.
Bi Cheng's face was so heavy that he could wring out the water: "Where did the sweet girl, Salt girl come from? Did you not wake up and still feel hysterical!"
Cai Zi, who was speaking, stuck out her tongue and was rolled by Yanhong beside her.
Because Cai Zi and Yan Hong were rescued by Yan Yan before, they have been living together with the caravan and the disciples of the Baiwu Palace these days.
Yan Yan and others went to the sky to the island of grief, and the two of them followed voluntarily.
The reason is that Qi Wuji, which Yan Yan said before, is coming.
This reason is very sufficient, and Yan Yan couldn't refuse, so he had to take the two women to Tianbei Island together.
They also knew that Yan Yan used Yi Yan Dan to change her appearance and revealed the list of bride recruitment, so they came here to watch the fun today.
Cai Zi's tongue-in-mouth Yan Yan ignored it and just sat quietly in the front row of his seat, waiting for the start of the showdown.
The White Mist Palace came early.
At this moment, the other cultivators who were extremely proclaimed are also entering the market one after another.
Whenever there is such an occasion, it is time for various sects to compete openly and secretly.
Although everyone was openly polite and nodded in greetings, although they had never met each other, they looked like they had friends who had been in love for hundreds of years.
But in fact, they were all looking at the cultivation level of the other party’s disciples and constantly measuring the strength of the other party.
The reputation of the White Mist Palace is not small in the entire Eastern Continent, but the strength of the White Mist Palace is not outstanding.
The main reason for his reputation is that the old palace master Piao Miaozi was unique back then. He started a sect and created a sect to cultivate the white practice method that was not a swordsman, and was unanimously recognized by the cultivation community.
But unfortunately, the old sect leader passed away too early and had not had time to cultivate a successor, which led to Baiwu Palace becoming famous, but has not made any substantial progress in his practice over the years.
But today's White Mist Palace is particularly eye-catching.
Although there is no obvious advantage in practicing compared to many sects, the White Mist Palace has one particularly obvious advantage.
That is money!
This can be seen at a glance from the sect disciples from top to bottom of the White Mist Palace.
In the entire field, all the sects, including Tianbei Island, only the White Mist Palace wore monk cloaks.
And it is not just the top leaders, but all the disciples of all the sects, all the monks are cloaks.
The velvet is woven with the silkworms of the heavenly silkworms and is born with a defensive function. Practicing at night with a monk's velvet can also help the monk consolidate the spiritual energy that they absorbed stably.
In addition, the monk's cloak is light and elegant, with a faint colorful brilliance in the sun. With the snow-white monk's uniform, the exiled immortal style is immediately clear.
So this is a decor that is both practical and stylish.
When Yan Yan passed by Niedu, she accidentally saw a merchant selling monk's cloaks. She liked it very much. At that time, she felt that wearing this thing, she flew with her sword and was very handsome.
Then he waved his hand and went down from the deputy hall master to the little disciple, each of whom was handed down!
When he bought so many monk cloaks in one go, Zhan Liang and You Changqing thought Yan Yan was spending too much money. It was not cost-effective to use so many spirit stones to buy clothes. It would be better to buy some excellent spirit stones.
Consolidate the mountain protection formation.
But at this moment, sitting in the seats of many families and looking at the envious gazes from the disciples of other sects, Zhan Liang and You Changqing once again lamented the foresight of their sect leader in their hearts.
Even if your practice is not very outstanding, being rich is an advantage!
That’s right, the cultivation level of Baiwu Palace is not the most powerful, but the sect leader of his family makes money by absolutely all sects, even Tianbei Island, which are the most powerful!
The sect leader is so capable!
The sect leader is mighty!
At this moment, Zhan Liang and You Changqing felt the different look of other sects at the Baiwu Palace. Whichever side is particularly powerful will enhance the status of the sect.
The White Mist Palace is definitely a dazzling existence in the entire venue at this moment.
Just as the cultivators and sects who had announced the list entered one after another, many sects who came to observe also rushed over.
In an inconspicuous corner of the observation seat, Ai Xiang was biting the veil tightly, staring at the direction of the Baiwu Palace without blinking.
She searched back and forth among the disciples of the Baiwu Palace several times, but she could not see Yan Yan's figure.
The entire sect of Baiwu Palace is eye-catching today, and the most eye-catching one is the monk Tang Tang who is sitting in the front row preparing to go on stage and is wearing a red dress.
At this moment, almost all the senior sisters around her were attracted by this monk Tang Tang. Ai Xiang's ears were full of blushing and hot-eared senior sisters, and all kinds of discussions about monk Tang Tang.
Ai Xiang is not very interested in men with beautiful appearances.
She is concerned about the coveted capital of the White Mist Palace.
Is Yan Yan really the leader of the Baiwu Palace?
So how much money does she have?
Ai Xiang has always lived in the simplest small sect where she practiced. She has never been involved in plastic business and does not know how to do business. Therefore, Yan Yan's current value is completely unimaginable.
Just as Ai Xiang was trying hard to find Yan Yan, a group of people suddenly walked into the field.
These people also wore monk cloaks, but they were different from the clean color of a piece of a piece of arizona in the White Mist Palace. These monks all wore monk cloaks in one yard.
These monks are generally burly and strong, and do not regard their fairy-like style as beautiful as ordinary monks.
There was a wild and domineering aura on these monks in black.
Although these monks were also wearing monk's shirts, they still could not hide the primitive and ancient visual shock of their bodies, with strong and kneaded bones and flesh.
As soon as these monks entered the venue, almost all monks who attended the venue experienced a brief silence.
Ai Xiang was also shocked by these monks wearing black cloaks and subconsciously blurted out: "What kind of martial arts do these monks practice? How did they cultivate their physical body into this way?"
Shao Fei, who was beside her, stared at these monks with a tight look, frowned, and exclaimed in a low voice: "These monks all look like physical cultivators!"
Seeing that the master looked bad, Ai Xiang couldn't help asking, "Is there anything wrong with a physical cultivator?"
Shao Fei was still staring at these monks, but his face became less beautiful.