In the Tianxing Sect, in a dark palace, a white-robed old man sat on the throne of the palace, the twilight was heavy, but his face was full of endless majesty, obviously in a high position for a long time.

Underneath it, is a young man in a green shirt, the young man has starry eyebrows and sword eyes, his face is angular and angular, as dazzling as the stars in the sky, in the hand of the young man, holding a silver long sword, the momentum is amazing.

"Qi Long, you have been in the sect for two years, I never let you make a move before, this time, take the first inner door to come back."

The white-robed old man said lightly, his eyes were very deep, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he asked the young man to take the first place in the inner door, if he let others hear it, he would definitely scold and be arrogant.

"Yes, Master!"

Qi Longqi Yu Xuanang, respectfully hugged his fists, and there was a faint disapproval in his eyes.

There are a total of more than a dozen king-level disciples of the Tianxing Sect, but in the inner gate, there are only five king-level disciples including Chu Ming and Bai Hanyan, and the remaining king-level disciples are now all true disciples.

Qi Long is one of the five king-level disciples of the inner gate.

Qi Long's master is the ancestor of the Tianxing Sect, Shentu Ancestor, once fought the seven transcendent realm powerhouses of the Demon Dao alone with one person and one sword, and made a great reputation in the Tianxing Domain, in the early years, his reputation in the Tianxing Domain even surpassed that of Gu Jian Peak, only because he has disappeared now, and he is rarely mentioned by others when he teaches disciples in the Tianxing Sect.

The king-level disciples are all dazzling and eye-catching existences in the sect, and even the ancestors are quite concerned about them.

Bai Hanyan's master is the ancestor of Wanshui, and he is also the ancestor of the transcendent realm, and the ancestor of Wanshui is the body of the water spirit in the special physique, and the combat power within the same level is extremely strong.

In a white mist, smoke is everywhere, like a fairyland on earth.

A woman in a black shirt stood quietly in the white mist, her eyes were calm, the black shirt was loose, but it still set off her delicate figure, her face was snow-white, and between her eyebrows, there was a little more heroic than ordinary women.

In front of him, there was a woman in palace costume standing Tingting, her eyes were cold, like a fairy who did not eat fireworks in the world.

"Fei'er, you have been in the sect for three years, and you have been in the inner gate for a year, but you have always ranked second in the inner gate, this time, your Ice Breaking Fist has been cultivated to the transformation realm, and you will come back with the first place in the inner gate for your teacher!"

The palace woman's face was cold, and she said lightly, with a faint trace of loneliness in her eyes.

"Yes, Master!"

Ning Fei said respectfully, the battle intent in her eyes burst out, although she is a daughter, but her character is extremely resolute, she is also a king-level disciple, but her master is not an ancestor who has transcended the realm, but the hall master in charge of the elixir hall, Li Qinghan, who is invincible in the Guiyuan realm.

When Ning Fei turned to leave, Li Qinghan's gaze projected towards the palace in the distance, and finally landed on a towering blood-colored palace, the blood-colored palace was filled with the smell of blood, extremely eerie, like a blood city.

The Law Enforcement Hall of the Tianxing Sect!

Li Qinghan is a genius of the same era as Gu Jianfeng, in her time, there are two people in Tianxing Sect who are the most dazzling, one is naturally Gu Jianfeng, and the other is her, but,. Compared with Gu Jianfeng, she is inferior after all, so in the Tianxing Sect, Gu Jianfeng always occupies the first position, and she can only rank second, which makes her very unwilling.

In the back mountain of Tianxing Valley, in a jungle, a black figure stood next to a bluestone, and there was a whistling sound, but it was a black-clothed young man who kept punching in front of the bluestone, and the fist shadow was heavy, hitting the bluestone, but there was no trace on it, but the fist of the black-clothed young man was blurred by the flesh and blood of the bluestone.

This bluestone is not an ordinary bluestone, but an extremely cold iron, which is generally forged by a refining master with a ground-level blade, and the warriors of the Guiyuan Realm attack on it, and they don't want to leave any traces, but at this time, they are the target of the attack by the young man in black.

"Mo Ling, this time the inner door is an opportunity for you, and Mo was robbed of everything!"

On its side, a tall figure like a demon god stood there, and slowly explained, the tall figure was flashing with extremely strong exercise energy, and the surrounding space was actually a little slowly distorted under its momentum.

He is also the ancestor of the Tianxing Sect, the ancestor of the Black Immortal, the emperor Wuji, the physical body is extremely strong, enough to shake the mountain peak, and once slaughtered a strong person with one palm.

Mo Ling, in the Tianxing Sect, is a legendary figure, it is rumored that when he was a child, his family was slaughtered all over the house, leaving him to be saved by the emperor Wuji of the Tianxing Sect in his infancy.

At the beginning, Huang Wuji didn't want to accept Mo Ling as a disciple, after all, at that time, he was already a transcendent realm powerhouse, and there were too many Tianjiao who wanted to become his disciple.

However, Mo Ling is an outlier, he was mediocre before the age of fifteen, but after the age of fifteen, he was a sudden emergence, with great talent, and his physical body was even stronger.

From then on, Huang Wuji moved his mind to accept disciples.

Hearing Huang Wuji's words, Mo Ling didn't squeak, but the speed of his punch was getting faster and faster, and the whistling sound was endless, and at the same time, the flesh and blood on his palm were blurred, and even the white bones in it could be faintly seen.

Huang Wuji looked at Mo Ling, his eyes were full of relief, what if the talent of a martial artist is strong, without a tenacity, where can he reach the peak of martial arts, in his opinion, Mo Ling's talent is not strong, it can even be regarded as mediocre, but the tenacity in Mo Ling's body is what he has seen in his life.

Sometimes, looking at Mo Ling's cultivation, his heart felt creepy.

Bai Hanyan, Ning Fei, Qi Long, Mo Ling, and Chu Ming are the five king-level disciples of the inner gate.

On the occasion of the advent of the Inner Gate Competition, the disciples of the Inner Gate talked about the most are naturally the favorites who can win the championship this time, among them, Mo Ling and Ning Fei are undoubtedly the two with the highest voices, the two of them occupy the first and second places in the Inner Gate all year round, and their prestige is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Compared to the others, Chu Ming is the one with the least reputation, although Bai Hanyan has never done anything in the Tianxing Sect, but he is a water spirit body, and he already has a lot of reputation in the Tianxing Sect.

Although Chu Ming defeated Wang Daoran, Wang Daoran could only rank fifteen in the inner gate, which was far from the top ten, not to mention others.

In full swing, three days passed quietly, and the inner gate of Tianxing Sect came, in the eyes of everyone's expectation.

As early as a day ago, Chu Ming had ended his retreat and had been adjusting his state in the small courtyard, wanting to face Dabi at his peak.