Dragon Prince Yuan

Three days had passed quietly when the whole of Cangxuan Sect was still immersed in the aftermath of the chief struggle.

The day's Saint Yuan Peak, once again, became lively.

Because today, it is the first and most important thing Zhou Yuan will do when he becomes the chief disciple… it is to break through the main peak of St. Yuan Peak, break the seal and reopen the gate of St. Yuan Peak.

The reopening of the mountain gate, for St. Yuan Peak, was an unknown number of years of obsession, with which a generation of disciples and elders worked, but each time ended with disappointment.

Because only by reopening the mountain gate and unsealing the seal that encloses Saint Yuan Peak can Saint Yuan Peak truly become the seventh peak of the Cangxuan Sect, and the excellent disciples can be recruited in a massive way, the Everbright Mountain Gate, rather than the fall of such a year.

And this time, if Saint Yuan opens the mountain gate and fails, next year, the Taoist Church will order the chief of the other six peaks to be involved.

The mountain closed mountain gate, the disciples from the mountain cannot open, but rely on other peaks. This kind of mountain gate, even if it is open, is probably not a pleasant thing for the two pulse disciples of Saint Yuan Peak today, so now their expectations are placed on Zhouyuan. They expect this since entering the Xuanzheng Zong, it is a teenager who has created many miracles, can once again bring unexpected shock...

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Deep in St. Source Peak.

At the foot of Mount Emerald Peak, which was fogged all year round, the ruined square is today the most lively of the year, where almost all the disciples of St. Yuan Peak converge.

The disciple of the three pulses, divided into two areas, stands on the square.

The disciples of Shen Taiyuan and Lu Song, because of the banquet rave these days, seem much closer, close to each other can still laugh for a while, then throw the same enemy gaze to the opposite side.

There, Lu Hong's disciples stood idly by, and their atmosphere seemed a little dull, apparently due to the failure of the previous competition for the chief disciple, which put them under tremendous pressure.

The disciples of Jianlai Peak, even more so, think that they are incompetent, which will lead to the heavy loss of Jianlai Peak this time.

The disciples of the other peaks, after all, when Lu Hongyi first entered Saint Yuan Peak, the momentum was full, and a large number of chiefs must be satisfied.

But who would have thought that, in the end, Lu Hongju would fail?

At this time, Lu Hongzhi's confidence had become a joke.

Lu Hong's eyes, some shady swept across the street, and finally stopped in front of a young, moonlike figure of the stars, his eyes swept away a bit of hate.

“Huh, make you proud! ”

“Do you really think this Saint Yuan Peak is so easy to break into? Zhou Yuan, how high is the cheer you are enjoying right now, how loud will that sound of disappointment be when you fail today! ”

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“Zhou Yuan, this time I am in Saint Yuan Peak, it is really up to you to reopen the mountain gate.” In front of the disciples in both veins, Elder Lu Song smiled and looked at Zhou Yuan, sighing.

“Old man, you mustn't kill anybody.” Shen Taiyuan, beside him, glanced at Lu Song and said to Zhou Yuan: “Just do your best, don't be burdened. Although this is important, you don't need to carry the burden alone. After all, so many good disciples have failed before, even if you fail, no one will say anything. ”

Listen to this, Zhou Yuan's mind is slightly warm, Shen Taiyuan looks like an old man who is harsh as usual, but he really has nothing to say. Even at this moment, he is trying to soothe his emotions and let him reduce some pressure.

After all, all the expectations of this whole peak are on one person, and that kind of pressure is like a mountain.

“Don't worry, Master Shen, I will do my best.” Zhou Yuan hugged the fist, not mentioning how important this matter is to St. Yuan Peak, for him it was also well planned, so even he himself would not easily allow himself to fail.

Shen Taiyuan stretched out his dry palms and patted Zhouyuan's shoulder gently. His eyes were full of comfort.

This disciple, since entering his door, this year has been quite a surprise for him. Likewise, even he is the disciple under this door. In this year, the appearance of this Xuanzheng section has become more frequent.

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On the sky outside that square, there are countless shadow and foot gas clouds. Those are disciples from other peaks. At this time, there were few disciples from the various peaks that came to observe. After all, Saint Yuan Peak fell too far in the Azure Zone. The disciples from other peaks sometimes had to forget this seventh peak.

But this year's peak of Holy Source is clearly somewhat different.

Zhou Yuan's performance in the chief contest made all disciples no longer dare to despise this only two or three pulses of Saint Yuan Peak, so the number of disciples coming to Saint Yuan Peak to observe this breakthrough is particularly impressive.

After all, the current Zhou Yuan is also a Fengyun figure of the Xuan sect. Every move is naturally noticeable.

- Whoa!

As more and more peak disciples arrived, there was a echo of bells in heaven and earth, and then all disciples saw the six light lotuses descend from heaven, the breath of the vast great shore, spread out, causing the heavens and earth to oscillate.

That's Qingyang and the five peak lords.

Every year, Six giants emerge when Sin Yuan Peak breaks into the mountains. After all, Sin Yuan Peak used to be a perennial closed place for Ancestors of Ao Xuan.

“I wonder if this Holy Source Peak can be opened again this year.” Qingyang taught him to sigh softly at the fog-ridden peak all year long, "he said.

The other five were also a little silent. They stared at the giant peak in front of them, and they remembered that when the ancient Qianxuan ancestors had just founded Qianxuan Sect, there was only one peak in front of them.

And they, too, practiced here.

But after all these years, the ancient ancestors of the original propaganda teachings have fallen, and things are really a little volatile.

Teacher Qingyang gently swing the sleeve robe to converge the emotions and no longer reveal them. Then his deep eyes cast themselves into the slightly broken square below. “Zhouyuan, if you are ready, start. ”

The eyes of the sky, at this time, were projected and concentrated on the young figure.

In those many eyes, Zhou Yuan punched the teacher and others and slowly walked forward.

In front of the ancient palace, Xuan, dressed in a linen coat, held a bamboo broom. He looked at the circle ahead, and in the cloudy eyes, it was also a slight glimpse of divinity.

“Are you confident?” Xuan Lao hissed and asked.

Zhou Yuan smiled and said calmly: “There is no absolute confidence, but no matter what difficulties I encounter, I will not fear retreat. ”

Xuan Lao nodded. He deeply looked at Zhou Yuan and said nothing more. He swept bamboo broom in his hand.

Whoo-hoo!

There was a wind in the heavens and the earth, and then countless gazes in the heavens and the earth were seen, and the main peak, which was covered in mist all year round, seemed to have been gently torn apart at this time.

Under the gap, you can see the ancient mountain road.

The space there shows signs of distortion.

“Go, follow this path…” said Xuan Lao slowly.

Zhou Yuan stared at the ancient mountain road under the mist. He also took a deep breath. Five fingers slowly gripped, and finally the color of hesitation in his eyes spread as much as possible. Instead, it was firm and resolute.

He came to the Xuanzheng Sect and studied hard for a year, did not do this moment...

So, no matter how challenging the road is, he won't back down a bit.

With countless gazes in the heavens and the earth, the figure of the circumference slowly climbed, and finally walked into the mist, and stepped onto the ancient mountain road, and the mist came and hid all eyes.