Ancient Supreme Sovereign - C674

Xiao Wuji kneels on the ground with a dignified face. The young man in the mirror stands with his back against the green mountain and hands on his back. Hearing the words, he frowns and says, “if you have any words, just say it.”

“There is a strong man around Meng rou. I’m afraid that he will disturb your affairs.”

“He is the immortal monk!”

The young man smiled lightly and said, “Xiao Wuji, Xiao Wuji, are you brave enough?”

Immediately, through a golden light from the eyebrows, directly hit, bang on Xiao Wuji.

His body was shaken to fly out, wow, spit out a mouthful of blood, Xiao Wuji stood up, scared way: “little Lord forgive, is a lot of things.”

The young man’s face looked a little better. He snorted and said, “don’t forget my identity. The third young master of Tianjian mountain can frighten you like this in an immortal situation. Do you want to follow me?”

These days, the enrollment conference held by tianjianshan is getting closer and closer. Most of the Meng family’s young talents are hard-working and trying to shine in the enrollment conference.

In the evening, the breeze came slowly.

“Brother in law, do you think master will show up at the enrollment meeting?”

In the room, Ling Hao sits cross legged on the bed, Yang Yue sits at the table and picks up the wine pot for a drink.

“I’m sure I will, as long as you are sure that she is from Nangong family.”

Linghao said lightly.

“Well, I must know what happened to her.” Yang Yue stood up and looked out of the window, his eyes twinkling.

In the snow moon city, more and more foreigners come and go recently. People in the streets and alleys point out to them because of various kinds of clothes.

On this day, the recruitment conference of tianjianshan was officially opened.

Ling Hao follows Meng Rou and Chen nan to the center of the city, Zhuque Avenue, where the crowd is bustling and rubbing his shoulders.

Hundreds of young men and women in white and with swords and swords engraved two words on their clothes.

Heaven Sword!

Disciple of Tianjian mountain.

The three elders of Tianjian mountain are sitting at a high altitude, not angry and awe inspiring, which makes few people dare to approach.

“There seems to be no good seedling this time,” sighed the elder

“No, there is one in the Xiao family,” said the sword elder

The elder bajian nodded and said, “there are also Meng and Chen families.”

The three elders told me to let his disciples enroll the monks in the enrollment meeting as soon as possible.

So the people who stopped here formed a long line.

At the end of the long line, there is a box with a number inside.

Time in the rapid passage of time, Ling Hao picked up his number, looked at the next.

392.

There are a lot of people here, and there are many disordered voices.

The elder bajian drank softly and said: “silence.”

It’s a terrifying power.

“Tianjian mountain is a famous gate in Xixia. Here, you can get any cultivation resources you want. Here, you will feel safe!”

“But if you want to be a disciple of Tianjian mountain, you need to prove that you are strong!”

“Keep in mind that we don’t accept waste in Tianjian mountain.”

Elder bajian glanced away and found that many people were looking forward to it. He nodded secretly.

This is to encourage the monks to attend the enrollment meeting.

“There will be five admissions meetings, within which you will be given a final assessment.”

“Aptitude, talent, strength, disposition, strength.”