Chapter 1985: Snow Dance Sect

"Hey, have you heard about it! Tomorrow night, Xuewu Sect will hold a big competition every ten years! This time, it is said that Nanzong and Beizong are determined to win the Xuewu Palace!"
"Bei Zong's little ladies, where is the opponent of Nan Zong's livestock! If I remember correctly, for sixty consecutive years, the Bei Zong hasn't won!"
"Fengshui takes turns. It is said that over the years, Mrs. Huzhu of the Beizong has opened up the mountain gate and accepted disciples, but has accepted a few disciples with good strength. It is expected to challenge the Nanzong for success!"
"Follow him! No matter who it is for. Xuewu Palace will not be for us! It is nothing more than a group of men, replaced by a group of women!"
"I hope that the little ladies of the Northern Sect will win this game. I heard that all of them are icy muscles and bones, beautiful in appearance, beautiful, and icy and clean, with perfect bodies. The noble children of the empire love to marry them. Where's the disciple!"
"It would be great if I had a chance to check it out!"
"Where do you have any qualifications to see! At least you have to build a foundation or above to be qualified!"
Upstairs in Songhe, Jiang Tian, ​​who turned into a civet cat, sat cross-legged on a chair, his eyes closed tightly, and he snorted loudly, but his ears were pierced and he listened to the surrounding discussion in silence!
no way!
Cannes, this silly boy, is too enthusiastic and keeps feeding him!
In order to calm the Taoist heart and lengthen the journey to transform the world, Jiang Tian's deity lingers in the red.
It’s just that Jiang Tian, ​​the Taoist me, was born out of the world, more detached than Jiang Tian’s deity. He is the incarnation of his ideal, the future direction, the goal he pursues, and he is infinitely close to the god, with the characteristics of a saint. . It's torture!
Only by pretending to sleep, can this kid stop.
Just to say, on this road, and in the Songhe Tower. The one I heard the most was the Snow Dance Sect Grand Competition.
The winner of this big competition will enter the Xuewu Hall.
The loser will leave, be displaced, and find another place to live.
This Snow Dance Sect is just a small sect in the northern part of the empire. Compared with the huge giant like the Ancient Medicine Hall, it is like an earthworm like a real dragon. Its suzerain is only the pinnacle of Yuan Ying, and among the disciples, more than Jin Dan builds the foundation.
"Snow Dance School, intensively cultivated ice and snow system exercises, ice muscles and bones, stunning beauty"
Just to say, I heard this, Jiang Tian, ​​with a lot of information connected in his mind, and the memories of the "past life" shared with Jiang Tian's deity, also suddenly evoked, and some hidden memories surfaced.
This year in the previous life, during the Xuewu Palace Grand Competition, a master suddenly broke in, defiled all the women of the Northern Sect and killed them.
No one else was spared, and they were all beheaded.
Lotus picker, Yang Dingtian made it!
However, Xuewu Sect was originally a small sect. There were no eight thousand in the empire, but ten thousand. This incident was naturally submerged in the vast history of history, and even Jiang Tian could not remember it instantly.
After all, he has a long life, and he has spent a long time in this world in his previous life. There are so many things and information, how can I instantly think of it!
"Hey, if only I could take a look!"
Cannes heard the discussion around him and couldn't help sighing, full of yearning.
I have already learned that in this competition, apart from inviting some experts from the Northern Xinjiang Common Territory to watch the game, there are also some places open to the outside world. However, this place is not available to anyone. Either one hundred thousand spar is given, or one must have a cultivation base above Yuan Ying!
Of these two, Cannes naturally has none!
Only this time.
A luxuriously dressed young man walked in locally, with seven or eight companions behind him as guards, each with a strong attitude and cultivation.
This young man looks pretty, but his eyes are vicious and cunning. He wears a white mink fur cloak, but he swayed with a folding fan on a cold day and labeled him "pretend to be forced." Sao Bao" label.
"Oh, this is not Young Master Bai? Welcome, welcome! Upstairs in the elegant room, there is a seat!"
A buddy was also full of joy, and the servant girl greeted him.
"Young Master Bai!"
"Young Master Bai, come to eat!"
All the people present stood up and greeted enthusiastically, their eyes were jealous or pleased.
This Young Master Bai is the son of the lord of Jushi City, called Bai Yulong.
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The collateral and distant relatives of Beijiang Gong, have cultivation bases, and are Jindan cultivation bases.
Locally, no one dared to mess with it.
However, the moment Kang Cheng saw that it was Young Master Bai, there was a hint of fear and trembling on his face, and his body trembled slightly.
Three years ago, the Lu family's father built a batch of iron armors for the private soldiers of the Bai family. The Bai family owed wages and Kang Cheng asked for help. He happened to be hit by Young Master Bai and almost beaten to death by him. Kang Cheng had been lying on the bed. After half a year, he came back to his senses.
"What's wrong? Cannes"
Lu Man asked in a soft voice, worried about the surprise.
"It's okay! Eat vegetables"
The stubborn teenager, unwilling to show weakness and timidity in front of his beloved girl, smiled reluctantly, and pretended to be calm and calm to pick up vegetables for the girl.
"Everyone, old and young, eat well!"
Bai Shao Bai Yulong didn't notice the existence of the two of them, and casually arched his hands around and greeted him in a circle.
Suddenly, he offered two gilded invitations from the storage ring, patted them in his hand, and smiled: "Everyone, who wants the tickets for the Snow Dance Hall Competition? My master has a spare here, hehe"
As soon as his voice fell, the crowd suddenly became agitated.
Immediately, a young man dressed up as a noble son stood up and said, "Young Master Bai, I have 30,000 low-grade spars. I don't know if you want to cut your love?"
"Thirty thousand? Dude, did you just wake up from a dream?"
Next to him, a guest dressed up as a wealthy businessman shouted: "This is a great Snow Dance Sect comparison! The participants are all stunning beauties, and they have strong cultivation bases. Not only are they highly admirable, they can also increase their knowledge and inspire Potential, to achieve the ultimate sublimation of oneself!"
"How much is it, let's not say bad. The higher the price is!"
Bai Yulong smiled and said.
"One hundred thousand low-grade spar, one, give it to me!"
"And 150,000, an invitation!"
"I pay two hundred thousand, I want one!"
All of a sudden, the sound of bidding was everywhere.
"Is this the charm of cultivation?"
Cannes listened to it, and couldn't help being stunned and squeaking his tongue. He felt that it was worth coming to Songhe Tower this time, and it was an eye-opener.
An invitation to watch the battle can actually be worth the income of my family for 20 years. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would not believe it.
After a while, those two invitations were bought by a wealthy businessman with a gold core cultivation base at a high price of 500,000 low-grade spars.
This small auction has also come to an end.
"Sister Man Han, I heard that to worship the Xuewu Sect, a cultivating sect, one million lower-grade crystals are worshipped a year. I don't know if it is true or not!"
Seeing that Bai Yulong seemed to be leaving, the boy was relaxed and asked with bright eyes.
I am full of curiosity about the world of cultivation.
"indeed!"
After all, Lu Manhan had stayed in the capital and had a little bit more knowledge. He smiled gently:
"Because there is a dispute between the North and South factions within the Xuewu Sect, they are all expanding wildly and recruiting talents to lower the standard of worship. In fact, in general, if you want to worship such a sect, you will have to pay for the sacrifice. It's only a few times!"
"Hey. I don't know when I can worship such a sect and become a monk!"
Cannes couldn't help sighing with emotion.
However, at this moment, a voice full of mockery suddenly sounded around:
"Huh—? Isn't this the Cannes of the Orion family? You're alright, you can get out of bed! But, who is the beauty next to you? Can you introduce this young man to meet?"
Turning his head to see Bai Yulong's unkind smile, Cannes is like a heart sinking into the Nine Nether Abyss, secretly crying bad!