Dragon Prince Yuan

The clouds scroll and sweep the heavens and the earth.

All the disciples of the outer mountains raised their heads and looked in awe at the source gas cloud, in that central position, the source gas formed the Lotus, and at this time, a figure sat on it.

The figure, dressed in a robe, he looked like a middle-aged man, but with white hair, deep eyes, like a star, he felt unpredictable.

An unspeakable temperament, emanating from his body, is admirable.

He just sat on the Lotus with a smile on his face, but the whole heavens and earth seemed to vibrate slightly as he breathed.

Even though he has gathered a great deal of pressure, the hidden glimmer of pressure is still infinite for the many disciples of the outer mountains present.

That feeling is like facing an irresistible shrine.

And this man, is the master of today's Xuan sect, Qingyang Palace Teaching.

At the same time, he is also the eldest disciple received by Ancestor Xuan.

But now he, the top of the blue sky, is a giant.

Zhou Yuan marveled at the Qingyang Palace Teacher's momentum, and then his eyes went to the right side of Qingyang Palace Teacher, only to see there, Tao Yuan vaporized into three slightly smaller lotus seats.

On those three lotus seats, there were also three paths filled with the figure of a powerful instrument.

Zhou Yuan's gaze condensed. The first one printed on the curtain was a delicate, long-lasting Qian shadow. The Qian shadow, dressed in a lotus-grain palace costume, revealed a delicate curve. Her face was also extremely beautiful, and the blue silk was lifted and mature and elegant.

That style, even a perfect face, was never present, because it was a precipitation that lasted through the ages.

“Hey, Xiaoyuan, that one should be the master of Xuelian Peak, one of the seven peaks of the Xuanzheng Zong. People called Liu Li Li...” Next to Zhou Yuan, Shen Wanjin secretly said.

“I heard that when the peak master was young, but the famous great beauty of Xuan Tian, today, it seems to be truly famous. ”

“Xuelian Peak is also one of the most popular of the Xuanzheng Sect. The disciple above, the man's handsome show, the woman is even more beautiful, when it comes to face value, it is definitely the top of the Xuanzheng Sect. ”

Shen Wanjin's coveted face twirled with regret: “Unfortunately, I can't get in. ”

“Why?” Zhou Yuan laughed.

Shen Wanjin touched the fat face and said somewhat depressingly: “Our master of Xuelian Peak just likes to look good, recruit disciples, more than face value first, talent second... I'm afraid that if I go up to Xuelian Peak, I'll be beaten out. ”

Zhou Yuan's face was stunned and he couldn't stop crying. Obviously, he didn't expect this peak owner to have such a personality. Recruiting disciples to look at his face first...

He shook his head with exclamation, then looked at the other two Lotus, leaning against the Lord of Ripple Peak, an old man with pale hair, the old man had a pair of white eyebrows, the white eyebrows connected, so that his old face always smelled a little sad.

Around the old white eyebrow, there is a constant uplifting of breath, hidden, as if forming hundreds of millions of ancient grain lines, each of which is palpitating.

“His origins... are very strong, and of all the people I've seen over the years, I'm afraid he's the closest to Black Grandpa to his origins.” Staring at the old man with white eyebrows, his pretty face became extremely heavy, while a strong interest appeared in his eyes.

In her perception, the old white eyebrow in front of her, the creation on the source pattern, I'm afraid, is second only to the abyss.

Zhou Yuan also couldn't help but be shocked. Master Yuan's depth was unpredictable. He had no idea that the old man with white eyebrows in front of him could receive such an assessment.

“If you expect it to be good, this should be the spiritual peak owner, the old man of Scripture.” The Weekly Bass.

Throughout the Cang Xuan Sect, we talked about the origins of the tattoo. I'm afraid it's this old white eyebrow who is the number one.

“If there's a chance, I'd like to teach him the origins.” Sooner or later, she said, "There's not much she's interested in, and the source pattern counts as one.

However, as she followed the abyss for many years, her eyes on the source pattern were also extremely high, making it difficult for ordinary people to take it seriously.

Zhou Yuan smiled bitterly. In the position of these peak owners, ordinary disciples are not eligible to directly seek guidance from them.

He shook his head and looked at the third lotus, only to see it, as if there was a tower man sitting on a video disc, an elderly man with bare arms, yet his body was not as thick as the old man's, his skin, showing a dark golden colour, the light flowing, as if it were metal cast, the surface of his skin, hidden mysterious lines.

His body was also magnificent. The old white eyebrows beside him were hidden in his shadow. His arms hugged his chest, between his breaths, the blood in his body was running like a flood. In his body, there was constant muffled thunder, and there was terrible pressure.

Had it not been for his deliberate convergence, I'm afraid the sound of blood and gas in his body alone would have been enough to shock these too early disciples and kill them as much as possible.

The old man, quite different from the old man with white eyebrows, looked unmatched, like a giant stepping out of a flood.

Zhou Yuan wiped a cold sweat. This one, I'm afraid, is the peak owner of Flood Cliff Peak.

He's the ancestor of Red, isn't he? No wonder I don't want to go to Hung Cliff Peak...

“These three, accompanied by Qingyang Palace Teacher, are the four disciples received by Ancestor Xuan...” Zhou Yuan's eyes slightly moved and looked to the left of Qingyang Palace Teacher, where there is also a taunting source of vaporization into two Lotus.

A lotus seat with a napkin shadow. Look carefully, the shadow has a handsome juvenile face. His skin, like jade stone, shines and his divine color is gentle.

On his knees, a flattened stone sword flattened, hidden, with terrible fluctuations.

In its surroundings, there is hidden active vibration, except in the source gas, there is a sword whistle, it seems to be around, hidden sword energy of the ocean, deeply unpredictable.

Zhou Yuan just looked at the handsome teenager for a moment and felt a tingle in his eyes and hurried back.

“This man… I'm afraid is the peak owner of the Blade Lai Peak. ”

Zhou Yuan's eyes sparkled. According to Gu Hongyuan, the peak owner of the sword was once a boy under the ancestral throne of Xuan Xuan, but today he clearly has a very high status in this Xuan section.

“That last one, should be the peak owner of Ray's Peak, the highest ranked man in the Xuanzhen Sect. ”

Zhou Yuan looked at the last figure, only to see there, the sky was all dim, and the clouds were flashing with thunder, and it seemed that there were thunder dragons passing through them.

And on the Lotus, an old man in a black robe had no expression on his face, and in his eyes, thunderous swimming, a terrible sense of oppression, slowly dissipated, causing the space to shatter.

In this old black robe, Zhou Yuan feels a destructive power, if hidden.

“This Ray Hell Peak Master, is so horrible. ”

Zhou Yuan was full of color. This Master of the Peak of Thunder Hell is a friend of the ancient Qianxuan ancestors. They have spoken of each other for life. Therefore, even if Qingyang Palm teaches him today, he will maintain three respects.

“Whoo.”

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath and gradually suppressed the emotions in his heart. The six shadows in front of him are the six giants of today's Xuanzheng sect.

Their strength is unpredictable. No wonder, even if the ancient Qian Xuan ancestors descend, the Qian Xuan sect can still be ranked among the six holy sects of Qian Xuan Tian.

Behind these six giants, many breathtaking figures can also be seen. Obviously, they should all be strong within the Cangxuan sect. It seems that the Cangxuan sect also attaches great importance to the selection of the Great Book of Mountains.

On the cloud, Qingyang teacher's eyes cast down, his eyes seemed to be everywhere, illuminated on every disciple, and his eyes, like being able to pierce the glitter, look at the bottom of people.

Zhou Yuan and Dai felt that when Qingyang's eyes passed them, it seemed a slight pause before moving away.

At the same time, Qingyang taught Nahongda bright sound, also like rolling thunder sound, from above the sky, spread across the heavens and the earth.

“Naiyama, recruit disciples, 99,999 seats, one by one, look out for disciples, do what you can. ”

“The first ten of the selection ceremonies can directly become disciples of the Inner Mountain Gold Belt. ”

“If he wins the head, give him a roll of Tianyuan technology and give him another" Baptism of the Source Marrow ”. ”

As soon as this was said, of the many disciples from the mountains below, there was a sudden outburst of noise and a sudden fire, full of fierce warfare.

Qingyang palm teach the boiling disciples, also smile slightly, then roar and sound again.

“Disciples, choose the Great Mountain Festival, let's begin. ”