There are four towns in Baiyujing, and the sect election is a major event for all immortal cultivators. In each town, a respected old man will come forward to set up a dojo at the town's "Dengxian Sect" and then select qualified disciples.

Today is the first day that the Climbing Immortal Sect is opened. First, several large families in the town held a prayer ceremony together to release fairy birds and spread spiritual rain, which also brought blessings to the local mortals; and then Tianyan, the largest sect in Bai Yujing,

The head of the clan came forward to encourage the juniors of each family.

The young disciples were smiling and saluting each other, and the atmosphere was great. Those with outstanding talents would be led by their family elders to get acquainted with the heads of several major sects.

Of course Han Lu was not qualified. He followed several clan brothers and listened to them discuss which sect had advanced skills or which sect had rich resources. He couldn't get a word in at all, and the smile on his face almost froze.

Eighty percent of the people waiting to register at the Celestial Immortal Sect are children of the local immortal cultivating families in Qiushui Town, and 20% are casual cultivators who come here because of their fame. There are almost no real mortals.

Today is just a formality, the real sect election will have to wait for the trial seven days later.

Because of Han Qian's relationship, the Han family will definitely enter Qianji Pavilion to become a disciple. There is a big difference in the help they can get in the future if there are elders in the clan and those without elders. Unless he is the proud son of Tianlinggen, then he is the only one among the people.

A candidate that all sects are competing for.

Everyone lined up to leave their names on the jade plate, and suddenly someone exclaimed.

"Look, why is there a woman?"

"The one with disheveled hair is a ghost or a living person."

"The heads of all the sects are here, how can they be evil ghosts."

At the bottom of the slope of Dengxian Gate, Huo Lingdong staggered towards him, using a tree branch as a staff.

There are centuries-old trees on both sides of the road. Prayer flags are hung on the lush branches, and the crimson flags are floating in the wind. Her clothes are thin, a few strands of hair are stuck to her pale face, and her figure is hidden in the morning mist.

She really looks like a female ghost.

Huo Rendong stood in front of a dark group of immortal cultivators and tried to straighten his back: "I would like to ask, can those who seek immortality be ruthless and repay kindness with enmity?"

As soon as the words came out, Han Lu, who was hiding in the crowd, was shocked and he hurriedly grabbed the people around him.

"She, how did she get here! Find someone to take her away!"

People from each family were talking about it: "Why, this girl is from the Han family and she knows you?"

"I do not know her!"

Huo Lingdong stood alone at the end of the Dengxian Gate, and the crowd made room for her, uttering heart-breaking words and crying blood.

"I would like to ask, can people who seek immortality and seek immortality be so sanctimonious and disregard human life?"

"I would like to ask, can those who seek immortality eat human blood, eat human flesh, and use living people to perform evil practices?"

When Han Lu saw the strange looks on his face, he panicked and yelled, "You're talking nonsense! I didn't eat any living people!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

"So you are really a heartless person who repays kindness with vengeance?"

"What does this woman mean by disregarding human life?"

Han Lu hesitated: "I, I..."

Han Shan, the head of the Han family, was chatting with several stewards in the inner room. When he heard the noise, he rushed out and slapped Han Lu aside.

He was particularly upset, and he kicked Han Lu on the back again, and then looked at Huo Lingdong fiercely: "You talk crazy and nonsense, where does this crazy woman come from!"

After saying that, he directly summoned the magic weapon in his sleeve, the Thunder Hammer, to smash her to death in public.

Lightning flashes wrapped around the black hammer body. This is an earth-level magic weapon. If it were hit hard, not to mention the weak Huo Lingdong, the Qi Refining monk would be killed on the spot.

Under the pressure of the Golden Core monks, several juniors with low cultivation levels were so frightened that they hid behind. With the roar of thunder, everyone saw the thunder hammer flying into the air, turning into lightning and hitting the woman's head.

However, the expected scene of blood and flesh splattering did not happen, and the thunder hammer was blocked a few meters away from Huo Lingdong.

I don't know what it hit, but I heard a huge "bang" sound of metal hitting. Everyone present covered their ears in pain, and some of the poor ones even vomited blood.

Huo Lingdong's face was pale, and she was staggering under the impact of the magic weapon. She staggered in her steps, but before she could fall down, a hand supported her from behind, letting her lean on his arm.

An indifferent voice sounded like cold jade striking each other.

"Who dares to touch her?"

Qi Ci was in a very bad mood. He looked at the Han family in front of him indifferently and saw a young man sitting on the ground crying. He must be the fiancé who betrayed Huo Lingdong.

He raised his leg, kicked back the thunder hammer that fell on the ground, and sneered: "Why, the Han family is afraid that the truth will be made public, and they want to kill people and silence them in public?!"

What an earth-level magic weapon, and it was kicked around like this.

Han Shan put the magic weapon back into his sleeve, his face remained calm, but in fact he was feeling troubled.

He looked at the white-haired man in front of him calmly. When had such a figure appeared in Qiushui Town? He looked to be only twenty years old, and he was not wearing high-level robes, but he could not see through his cultivation.

Did he bring a magic weapon to isolate his spiritual consciousness, or was he at a higher level?

Han Shan stood still, but the head of Qianji Pavilion next to him jumped out impatiently.

Song Qi: "Where did these rogue cultivators come from? They dared to disturb the sect election in Qiushui Town, and they still spoke nonsense here to slander the Han family. How audacious! I am Song Qi, the head of Qianji Pavilion. Who are you? Why don't you tell me your name!"

"

Song Qi was only in the foundation stage of Dzogchen, but because he was a manager with real power, everyone respected him.

He stood up for Han Shan because he just wanted to hug Han Qian's lap. After all, that person was an enshrined elder in the late Jindan stage and might break through to the Nascent Soul at any time.

People from other sects were whispering, and Chief Xu of Taiyi Sect was about to stand up, but was pulled by his sleeve by the people around him.

The person who pulled him was Li Yuxu, the head of Tianyan Sect, who came from the largest sect worthy of the name.

The middle-aged man who looked like it had nothing to do with him just now had a pale expression on his face, with cold sweat falling on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't interfere!"

Manager Xu was shocked: "Brother Li, why did you..."

He was stunned and suddenly remembered something: "With crane hair and childish face, could this person be the one from Tianyan Sect?"

Manager Li nodded with difficulty, and the two of them exchanged complicated glances, then silently agreed to keep silent and pretended not to notice.

Over there, Song Qi from Qianji Pavilion had been knocked away by Qi Ci's palm, and fell to the ground like a broken kite.

The people around him cheered and cheered him so loudly just now, and the atmosphere at this moment was so dead.

Qi Ci looked at the changing expressions of these people without mercy: "What, there are still people who want to challenge me?"

Seeing that no one spoke, he chuckled and looked at the leading Han family: "You don't even know what you are, you don't know what you can do."

Song Qi has established the Dzogchen Foundation and is respected by his absolute strength in the world of cultivation. There is only one possibility for such a situation.

That is, the gap in realm between the two is like a natural chasm.

Even if you are a casual cultivator, as long as you step into the golden elixir, you can be respected as a true king, one person is inferior to ten thousand people.

Manager Song was dragged down for treatment by the young disciples of Qianji Pavilion. Han Shan's face had turned blue and white, and when he heard the surrounding families talking and ridiculing them, he lost face even more.

He made a decision, grabbed his junior with one palm, and threw him into the square.

"Han Lu, look at the good deeds you have done! How could our Han family raise such a treacherous person like you? You are so embarrassed!"

Han Lu, a person who could only draw Qi into his body, could not even reach the threshold of cultivating immortals. He was thrown out as cannon fodder by Han Shan, and then faced with Qi Ci's deliberate and powerful pressure, he went halfway

Life.

"Senior, have mercy on me, senior, have mercy on me! This junior and this woman are just a chance encounter, and the crime will not lead to death!"

Huo Lingdong's head hurt suddenly, and she could barely stand with Qi Ci's support.

Hearing Han Lu's cries, she tried hard to see clearly what was in front of her, but she could only see a miserable figure kowtowing on the ground and begging for mercy.

He was even more embarrassed than when he rescued him on the mountain.

Huo Lingdong looked at him, his voice was hoarse but his words were clear.

"Han Lu, since you have made your choice, our fate is over, and the original engagement is no longer relevant. I will definitely keep the Han family's calculations in mind."

Han Lu came to his senses, crawled to her feet and grabbed the hem of her skirt, while begging: "Lonicera, Lonicera, I didn't mean to harm you, really! I really want to get married to you! Seeing as we are in Xiaocao Village,

For the sake of love, please save me..."

Huo Lingdong's eyes dimmed, his lips trembled, and finally he said, "You don't want to harm me? Then why did you conspire with your father to trick me all the way back to the Han family and lock me in the yard to wait for death."

"You didn't want to harm me? But you deliberately left me without any medical treatment. I lost my vision, hearing, taste, and smell, and became weaker and weaker day by day."

"You didn't want to harm me, but you used my bones and blood as medicine, used human life as elixir, and made me a human sacrifice."

She gave a sad smile: "You only have your own path to immortality in your mind. When did you ever think of saving me? Han Lu, do you treat me as a human being?"

The crowd onlookers were in an uproar, seeming to be discussing this evil method of human elixir, and some people questioned the Han family. But Huo Lingdong could no longer listen.

"Jin Shui Tang Tang, I will say goodbye to you. Although I am lonely and weak, I still have grudges and revenge... I have grudges and revenge."

There are dozens of spiritual trees around the Dengxian Gate. I don’t know how many years they have grown here. At this moment, the spiritual flags on the trees are dancing in the wind, making a "rustling" sound, like the cry of the earth.

Time became extremely slow, and she seemed to see the shaking of every leaf of the spiritual tree, and heard the wind whistling in her ears. She broke away from Qi Ci's hand, took a step closer to Han Lu, and slowly raised the hand that was used as a crutch.

of branches.

It was just a branch, and even Han Lu just frowned and turned slightly, not wanting to avoid it.

Others even pretended not to see it, saying that she just wanted to beat someone to vent her anger.

Yes, who cares about a half-dead mortal woman and the fragile and easily broken branches in her hands? I'm afraid she can't even break Han Lu's flesh, right?
To be continued...