Chapter 624: Seeking the Truth Is Extremely Difficult, Questioning One’s True Heart

After listening to Huang Ningbing, looking at the picture of Zhou Tian's stars in the hall, a star bucket rose suddenly, rising up, and the color was almost in front of the stage.

Zhang Yitian, the younger generation of friends in front of me, is excellent and amazing. The name of genius has spread four times, but it does not have a sword bone. One layer of yin.

In this way, the two major Xuanmen are not on the top, but the rest are only Zhongxuanmen.

"Zhong Xuanmen." Huang Ning soldiers paused, and his eyes had a deep color, and said, "You are not ready to let Zhang Yi rush to Laojun?"

It looks doubtful, but in fact, it is affirmed.

Although Lao Jun Guan rides the dust in Zhongxuan Gate, and Fu shakes straight up, his influence is catching up with Xuanmen, it looks like the best choice, but the autumn wind has not moved to the dark, surrounding the dark current of Lao Jun Guan, even if they are like this, they are like this. The peripheral family is now aware of it.

Now entering Lao Jun Guan, it is likely to be involved in a large vortex. It is not known in the future.

Zhang Wenyue nodded. His nephew Zhang Yi had just entered the road. Like a leaf flat boat, he could not afford the impact of possible stormy waves at all.

At this point, the two were silent again, and there was a silence in the hall. Only the smoke on the Ding furnace on the Yuji came out, and it was surrounded by the chills.

The practice of the way is not easy. If a choice is not careful, it will easily affect the future growth, which is too cruel.

Like Yunhuai Zhang's, the young children of other family members are also in a difficult choice.

In the entire Jingchen Mountain, there was actually a kind of undercurrent.

In a hall, the jade tiles on the ground were polished, and the smooth mirror surface was smooth, and the Japanese colors were reflected in the outside. The countless cold colors were close at hand, and the tentacles were within reach.

At this time, the sword light jumped out of the mirror, like the dragon out of the water, boiling and exchanges, and he was surrounded by the big monk's foot of the Taibai Sword School. A pair of eyes are glowing glazed, and the dust is not stained.

He has received news. Some families who come to the Jingchen Fa Conference are not at all. It does not rule out the possibility of choosing the true one after the Fa Conference starts.

In the eyes of ordinary people, in fact, such a situation appears to be the Taibai Sword and Mother Palace. If these two big Xuanmen go out of the wind, reduce the criteria at the Jingchen Fa Conference, and the children of the family on the mountain will naturally not "give up to be far away".

But in fact, the disciples received at the Jingchen Fa Conference were at least the inner disciples, and even the true seed seeds in the future. Any Shangxuanmen had strict standards for this, and it would rather be missing, so as not to score the thin door.

In the final analysis, although the Taibai Sword School and the Doumu Palace are both Xuanmen, they are also extremely distinctive Shangxuanmen. One is a peerless genius with a sword bone. Congenital rejection of some people.

Now that the real appears on the Mountain of Jingchen, the young people who let the children of the family have found a new goal.

"See them to choose."

This Taibai Sword School's face is cold and cold, with a circle of chills in all directions. There is not much place in this Fa Conference. cruel.

On this day, Zhou Qing woke up from his cultivation, and his eyes were bright. There was a thunderbolt in the entire temple, and he took a layer of electric light on all layers of light.

He looked outside, waved his big sleeves, got up from the high platform, and pushed the door out.

On the outside, some Tong Tong had prepared the car. Zhou Qing sat down under the Hua Gai steadily, a shocking rainbow traction, straight forward, and going to the top of the mountain.

There was no speech on the road. It wasn't until a long -glanted flying palace appeared in front of him. He came down and sorted out the crown of the lower clothes and entered from calmness.

As soon as he glanced, Zhou Qing saw that three monks were sitting on their respective couchs.

One is a female crown of Yu Rongxian. The shadow of the heavenly daughter behind her is looming, and there are constant singing and praise; a posture is upright, a sword pill swims at will, and a ray of cold starry manges, each other collision.

The two are obviously started. The remaining third monks look at the weather on their body than the two, but the location of the sitting is a bit out, and there is a primary and secondary.

After all, although they are all monks, the last big monk who is Laojun Guan can completely sit with the two big monks who Shang Xuanmen?

Zhou Qing turned his thoughts, with a gentle smile on his face, and greeted the monk Guo Fo Bo, who was the old man who was the old monarch, then stepped forward and sat down on the remaining cloud couch.

As soon as he sat down, he appeared on his body.

Tang Simin glanced at Zhou Qing, and Yu Rong was cold and cold. She looked out and said, "The hour is almost, the Fa must start."

Zhou Qing turned a blind eye to the other party, and the smile on his face was still mild. He said: "In this case, then the Tang Xianzi sounds the sound of flying bells.

"Little guy."

Hearing these three words, Tang Shimin glanced at Zhou Qing expressionlessly. She and the big monk of the Taibai Sword School showed that after stopping, she raised her hand and hit a flying light, just like a meteor , Hit dozens of quaint bronze clocks hanging outside the hall.

The next moment, a melodious bell came from the top of Jingchen Mountain. The sound is solemn and simple, and the excitement is clear. Wherever you go, the gas is used to form a sound wheel. Essence

For a while, everyone on the Mountain of Jingchen heard the bell, and a solemn meaning was raised in their hearts.

The bell sounded, representing the three -month Jingchen Fa Conference on behalf of this session!

"here we go."

When I heard the bell sounded, it seemed to be in my ears, and when I heard it, if there was a kind of joy of a carp leaping the dragon door, Zhang Yi opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with colorful flowing lights, dazzling.

This is the most critical level since the practice is that the dragon is a snake, where it is in one fell swoop.

A calm face, the genius of Yunhuai Zhang's family came out and came to their family in the central hall of Jingchen Mountain.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Zhang Wenyue was standing on the high platform, and a rainbow light fell behind him, and the light and broken light flashed inside, allowing him to move in a layer of brilliant layer. He saw his nephew coming and beckoning him.

When Zhang Yi arrived, he ritual: "Uncle."

"Think about it?" Zhang Wenyue said: "Choose to take the martial arts order."

After speaking, he waved his big sleeves, and a row of rows of sideways stood up and arranged neatly. Each represents a seizure door and put out halo.

Among them, there is no doubt that the halo bloomed by the three runes is obviously much wore than others, which represents the majesty of Shang Xuanmen.

Zhang Yiming slowly swept through. At the Jingchen Fa Conference, all young people who are qualified to participate in, can choose a martial arts who want to join, take this martial arts order, and bring them on their bodies. Then, there will be instructions on the martial arts order to complete the holder.

As for what instructions appear, how to judge the completion of the instructions, and whether they pass the level, everything is in the hands of the martial arts owner on the martial arts mountain.

According to the experience of the past, it can be seen that each school is not easy to pass through the level, and the difficulty of Shangxuanmen is above Zhongxuanmen.

Zhang Wenyue waited for a while. The clouds on the top of the door turned, and a touch of bright color emerged. He looked at the extremely outstanding nephew below, saying, "There is only one chance, and then choose again."

According to the rules of the Jingchen Fa Conference, even if the first selection fails, you can choose the third choice for the second choice, or even as long as the law meeting is not over, you can always choose. It seems that there are many opportunities, but considering the three months, most monks have only one chance.

Because the selection and assessment of each martial arts would rather be missing. If it fails, if it fails, it will consume a lot of time and energy, and the Fa Conference has passed seven or eight.

At the moment when he was related to his future fate, Zhang Yi didn't seem to fluctuate in his heart. He stepped forward and cited it with his hands, and a charm was in his hand, a gentle meaning, and instantly penetrated the whole body.

The two words "True One" on the runes, like the sword carved, permeated a clear and bright light, shining on him.

Seeing his own nephew chose a real person, Zhang Wenyue didn't say much, and only patted his shoulder with his hands.

The family has the difficulties of the family, and the individual has the personal choice.

The king was defeated, and the result was the result.