The snow in Kunlun stops only at two times a day.

Mao time, unitary time.

One is the time of sunrise, and the other is the moment of sunset.

Warm red light, rising from the dawn in the east, sprinkled throughout the snow-covered Kunlun peaks.

Boom~

Boom~

Boom~

The sound of a mountain bell reverberates between the peaks.

The Kunlun ceremony is divided into two days, the first day is the primary election, and the second day is the sword.

Originally, according to the plan of the drunken maniac, it was enough to skip the primary election and directly let Qin Feng participate in the sword battle on the second day.

But since Qin Feng came a day early, he is also idle, so it is better to start directly from the primary election.

"This is what you call the primary?"

Kunlun Xuandao Terrace, located on the south side of the main peak of Kunlun, is like a chessboard-like five-zhang high platform, with a radius of 30,000 zhang.

On weekdays, this is a place where Kunlun disciples gather to practice swords, and now it has been transformed and used to hold the Kunlun ceremony.

At this moment, on this chessboard, there are many small checkered enchantments that have been drawn, a small enchantment is about a hundred zhang long and wide, and pairs of Kunlun disciples are competing in this enchantment, and the sword qi spells are all blocked by this enchantment.

On the north side of the Xuandao Terrace, Qin Feng was smoking a cigarette, wearing jeans and a black jacket, and the rate of turning back on the road was simply 100%, after all, everyone wore a cyan Kunlun Taoist uniform, so he wore this hanging style.

In addition, the Yunling beauty who followed Qin Feng beside her, with long hair reaching the ground, fluttering, gestures, and clusters, the beauty is simply not too eye-catching.

"That's right, this is the primary battle, this is your number plate, and it will be your turn in a moment. ”

The drunken maniac smiled, and with a shake of his hand, a small wooden plaque fell into Qin Feng's hand.

There was another one that fell into the hands of Yun Ling.

"What do you mean?"

Qin Feng glanced at the wooden card in Yun Ling's hand.

"How can I say that my eldest niece is also a monk of the lower grade of the Dan, and her bone age is also under a hundred years old, so it's okay to play a few tricks. ”

The drunken maniac grabbed Qin Feng's shoulders, and the foul smell on his messy hair came into Qin Feng's nose, and he could vomit out the overnight meal the year before last, and he could even see small insects crawling on the drunkard's head.

you Malegobi, you haven't washed your hair in years!

"Get out of here!"

Qin Feng opened the drunken maniac's foul-smelling head.

"Ling'er, don't listen to this drunken maniac's nonsense, break this wooden sign. ”

Tilted his head to look at Yun Ling and said.

"I want to try. ”

Yun Ling looked at the wooden sign in her hand, for some reason, she wanted to stand on the Xuandao platform, so... That person may be able to see himself.

Qin Feng was slightly stunned when he heard Yun Ling's words, especially after seeing the look in Yun Ling's eyes, he suddenly understood her thoughts, and then the corner of his mouth with a cigarette raised slightly: "Okay, this is not accurate." ”

And just when he turned around, there were three people walking in front of him, three people with long swords, two men and one woman, all of them were young people, and all three of them were cultivators.

Looking at the real age of these three people, they will never exceed one Jiazi (sixty years), and being able to have a knot Dan cultivation at such a young age cannot be said to be unqualified.

Any force that is placed outside is the master of the cultivation of future successors.

Kunlun Mountain is really a place where talents come out in large numbers.

"See Uncle Shi. ”

As soon as the three men came up, they saluted respectfully to the drunken maniac.

"Oh, it's the three heroes under Lao Fu's door, ahaha, the old man won't be involved in the affairs of your young people. ”

After speaking, he grinned, carried his wine gourd, shook it three times, hummed a little song and left.

Among the three of them, the man in the middle is a big disciple, called Su An, who is a mid-grade person.

The man on the left is called Li Yong, and the woman on the right is called Qian Ting, who is also a lower grade.

These three people are the three elders of Kunlun, the personal disciples of the fake infant monk Fu Yuanchao, and the three of them have been practicing for decades, in order to show their glory in the battle of the sword of this Kunlun ceremony.

"Senior brother, I didn't expect you to worship under Uncle Lu, it's really enviable. ”

Among the three, the man in the middle, that is, Su An, looks handsome, but what he said is really not good.

Bro?!

What the fuck do you call me junior brother?!

Believe it or not, Lao Tzu beat you so much that your mother doesn't even know you!

For this kind of door-to-door provocation, Qin Feng has long been accustomed to a weak chicken who doesn't know how many catties and taels he has, but he just glanced at Su An lightly, and the cigarette roll in his mouth swayed slightly: "Get out of the way, it's in my way." ”

"Senior brother, isn't it inappropriate to talk to senior brother like this?"

When Su An saw Qin Feng's appearance, his face suddenly turned cold.

"I said get out of the way, are you deaf?"

Qin Feng raised his eyes slightly and looked at this idiot, he really didn't want to do it in Kunlun, after all, the face of the drunkard still had to be given.

"Senior brother..."

Su An still wanted to say something, but he hadn't finished speaking.

"Get out. ”

Qin Feng didn't say anything this time, the cold killing intent in his eyes flashed, and Su An, who was looking at it, was stunned for a moment.

"You!"

Su An was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious, and the sword behind him suddenly shook.

"Senior brother, no!"

Qian Ting and Li Yong on the side hurriedly pulled Su An back.

Su An also glared at Qin Feng fiercely, of course he knew the rule of 'Kunlun must not use force in private'.

"It's just a matter of building a foundation and cultivating to come to the ceremony, I hope you'd better pass the primary election, otherwise..."

Su An turned around and took two steps, then turned his head to look at Qin Feng again, with a sneer in his eyes: "Otherwise, I won't be able to abuse you, my dear junior brother." ”

Snorted coldly: "Go." ”

Su An left with his younger brothers and sisters.

Like Su An and the others, there are still many Kunlun disciples, and most of them are the personal disciples of those false infant elders.

Whether it is from the master or himself, he wants to have a good competition with the famous Kyushu sword and his disciple!

Try your hand at the legendary wine swordplay!

"It's too weak, but it's not interesting. ”

On the other side of the Xuandao platform, there was a handsome man with an elegant face, a long smile on his face, a cyan robe, and long hair scattered behind him, all of whom were surrounded by some female disciples, all of whom looked at him like nymphomaniacs.

Second Elder Zhao Wenhan's personal disciple, Murong is gone.

As one of the nine great families, the young master of the Murong family in Xuzhou worshiped Kunlun, this kind of thing is rare.

"What do they mean by what they just said? ”

Yun Ling looked at the backs of the three Su An who were leaving, and asked, she really didn't understand.

"I guess it's the brain. ”

Qin Feng bit the cigarette butt, completely indifferent to these three weak chickens, and at this time, the wooden card in his and Yun Ling's hands lit up at the same time.

The number 'three-nine-seven' appeared on his wooden card, while the number 'two-eighty-three' appeared on Yun Ling's wooden card.

This means that their primary battles are in the 397th and 283rd enchantments, respectively.