Lingxue Peak.

In the cold snow, a laurel tree stands in the wind, like a crystal carved branch and fork, crystal clear, and stretches out like a long sword and a spear.

A mountain wind blew, and the falling trees were like snow.

This scene is really beautiful, like a fairyland.

At the foot of the mountain, a group of people dressed in outstanding clothes slowly walked by.

These people are all disciples from Guanghan Palace who have been admitted to the inner sect in recent years. They have been taken to the elders of each peak and carefully trained. If they are put into the Dagan Dynasty, each of them has the qualification to command tens of thousands of people and guard a county.

One of these people was named Zhou Haoran.

When Zhou Haoran just entered Guanghan Palace, his talent and qualifications were praised by a generation of elders and palace masters. However, after entering the sect, he was only given an exception as a formal disciple. He practiced to the third level and was able to become an elder and become an inner disciple.

He thought that women have been respected by Guanghan Palace for a long time, and male disciples would not be given high-standard treatment too quickly, even if they were a little unhappy, they could only endure it. However, all this became different when Su Lingxuan entered Guanghan Palace.

What he often heard in the master's mouth was that a generation of elders and palace masters awarded a new male disciple who had just started as a true disciple, and they learned from them how outstanding the male disciple's talent was. They often lamented that Guanghan Palace would welcome another genius disciple, and the future was promising.

Zhou Haoran is twenty-five years old this year and is about to cultivate to the third level. Although his achievements are not as amazing as Li Emei, the first true disciple, is also a top-notch among true disciples. He is quite proud of himself on weekdays. After learning about Su Lingxuan, he suddenly felt very uneasy, angry, and angry, but more of them are actually jealous.

Everyone is a male disciple and has outstanding talents. Why do you come up and be a true disciple, but I can only start with a formal disciple?

The more he thought about it, the more he became unwilling to accept it, especially when he learned that Su Lingxuan had only been about the fifth grade when he entered the school, the personal courtyard he chose was Leng Xueju, who had already booked in private, and he felt an endless stream of anger in his heart. He rushed to Lingxue Peak several times and provoked him, depriving the face of Su Lingxuan, the new true disciple, and prevented him from looking up as a human being in the future.

Unfortunately, after Su Lingxuan moved into Leng Xueju, he announced his retreat to the public. Even though he was very angry, he did not dare to take the initiative to break through.

Today, he had a lot of leisure with a group of inner disciples with great personal relationships, and was quite comfortable to take a walk and chat, and communicate new martial arts.

By chance, when he passed Lingxue Peak, his eyes couldn't help but turn to Leng Xueju, who was sitting halfway up the mountain. His eyes suddenly turned sharp, as if he wanted to penetrate the door that had been closed for two or three months.

Xu Tianhua, Zhao Yiran, Li Wen and others were very familiar with him. They noticed his strangeness and looked at him with their eyes, and couldn't help but look strange.

"It's Leng Xueju, the courtyard of the true disciple who has never appeared in front of all the disciples, right?"

The only woman among Zhou Haoran and his group asked.

Her name is Zhao Yiran, and she is the most talented female disciple among the contemporary inner disciples of Guanghan Palace. Because her mother was born in Guanghan Palace, she had a rich connection, and was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and her body and appearance were both beautiful and elegant, she was deeply loved by her fellow male disciples, and she surrounded the center like stars and moonlight.

Another inner disciple, Li Wen, nodded and said with a little congratulation: "Junior Sister Zhao said it right. It was the courtyard of Su Lingxuan, who was accepted as a true disciple by the Supreme Elder and the Palace Master. I heard that when he entered the sect, he had only a fifth grade of cultivation. However, he was attracted by the Supreme Elder and the Palace Master on the spot and was directly awarded the qualification of a true disciple. He could choose one of the six great magical techniques to practice independently."

A hint of resentment flashed in Zhou Haoran's eyes and said sourly: "Everyone is a talented person, and they have also worshipped the masters of each peak as their masters. But why can this person be taught the six great techniques? We can only start with the second-class Yue Gui Ba Method. I don't think he has any outstanding features, but he just happened to save Senior Sister Li Emei."

Everyone on the side did not say anything, but when they heard Zhou Haoran's words, they nodded lightly or heavily.

Now their eyes became even more strange when they looked at Leng Xueju.

Some people are a little curious, while others are unwilling to accept it. They are young and young generations who have achieved great martial arts. They also feel that they are extremely talented, otherwise they will not be attracted by the elders of the peaks who are at least the first level of cultivation as disciples.

With this confidence, they naturally didn't think that Su Lingxuan was better than them. Therefore, Zhou Haoran's complaint immediately resonated with everyone and felt the same way.

Seeing the expressions of several friends changing, Zhou Haoran suddenly realized that they had a sense of unity against the enemy. He suddenly felt a sudden change in his heart and his thoughts were changing.

Today I must force Su Lingxuan out and give him some color!

He made up his mind and said, "Everyone, aren't you curious about the talent and strength of Su Lingxuan? What is the extraordinary thing that can win the favor of the Palace Master and the Supreme Elders? Why don't we find an opportunity to discuss with him? They are all disciples of the same sect, and I think he won't refuse."

Zhao Yiran and others' eyes lit up when they heard this. It was a good reason to use the excuse of having a fellow disciple to discuss. After a while, you can find out what Su Lingxuan is. If he really has the ability and talent, everyone will be convinced, but if not-

Humph!

Then he can't sit still as a true disciple!

Of course, as the best among the inner disciples, they never feel that their talents and strengths are not as good as those of a mere fifth-grade slag.

"It's better to choose a day than to meet the day. I think we'll visit today."

Someone shouted, and everyone immediately agreed and rushed towards Leng Xueju.

Everyone came outside the door of Leng Xueju, and someone volunteered to go over and call the door.

In the courtyard, Lin Ying, who was practicing swordsmanship, suddenly complained.

She has been in the complex group of registered disciples for a long time, and she understands more than anyone else how dirty the intrigue between disciples at all levels of Guanghan Palace is. Through the formation covering the courtyard, she looks at the expressions of the inner disciples outside the sect, and she knows that these people are not in good intentions, and they are actually coming to trouble Su Lingxuan, the new true disciple.

At this moment, Su Lingxuan is in seclusion. When the warrior is in seclusion, it is best to avoid being disturbed. Naturally, she dare not close the formation and open the door to let these people come in.

Moreover, she could see clearly that Zhou Haoran, who was secretly led by everyone, was a disciple who had come to the door with anger several times, so she was even more afraid to open the door.

As for going out, I will say something...

This idea was immediately extinguished by her as soon as it arose.

Although Guanghan Palace regards women as respected and female disciples are treated more than male disciples, the most important thing is to regard strength as respect, and the generations of each class divided by specific strength are very straits and cannot be surpassed.

These inner sects dare to come to the door to trouble Su Lingxuan, the true disciple, must be due to their strong strength and the protection of the masters of the peak masters behind them. When they take action, they may have a little concern and fear of Su Lingxuan. If the opponent is her, an ordinary registered disciple who cannot be more ordinary, it is not a serious matter to find a reason to kill him casually.

Especially in this situation, she walked out like exposing herself to the anger of all the inner disciples, which was no different from committing suicide.

Bang bang bang bang bang-

The door was knocked, and it rang for more than ten times, but it didn't move at all.

Seeing that the gate was still closed and the formation was still the same, and even the registered disciples serving the true disciples in the inner world did not come out to greet them, everyone was immediately angry, and Zhao Yiran's face turned pale.

When Li Wen and others saw that the beauty was unhappy, they were all filled with righteous indignation and wanted to vent their anger for her and win the beauty's joy.

Xu Tianhua was the most direct, taking the lead and printing a palm with a bang.

The formation covering the gate is not effective, but it has simple warning and exploration functions. It has more symbolic meaning than practical significance. How can it resist his palm that is nearly third-grade. The cold and cold palm force breaks through the air. With a "boom", the gate shatters and the formation is shattered.

"Oh no! They are so unscrupulous!" Lin Ying's pink face turned pale and panicked.

Everyone entered in a row.

There was no figure wearing the jade plaque of the true disciple in the courtyard, but a registered disciple with a panic expression stood in the courtyard.

For a moment, everyone was filled with anger and looked at Lin Ying coldly.

Realizing that everyone was looking at her with extremely dangerous eyes, Lin Ying immediately knew that she was afraid she would be hard to bear today, but she was not stupid after all. She took a deep breath and forced her panic down. She pressed her palm to the hilt of the sword at her waist, maintaining the posture of drawing the sword at any time, and asked loudly:

"Don't you think it's too rude to break into the mansion of the true disciple?"

Zhao Yiran was calm and smiled: "Junior sister, what you said is too exaggerated. We just learned that the true master who had just started lives here, so we came to visit him."

"On the contrary, you know your guilt!" Zhao Yiran's voice suddenly turned into a deep voice.

"We are waiting for the inner disciples to visit our senior brother. You, a little registered disciple, dare to block us outside the door. Don't think that you can despise us if you have joined the true disciple. Today I want you to know that the majesty of the inner disciples does not allow you to blaspheme such a trivial little person!"

As he said that, Zhao Yiran threw a look at the fellow disciples around him.

Xu Tianhua understood it on the other side, and snorted coldly, and his palms flipped, which had already brought about a violent cold wind. His palms were condensed and he was ready to bombard him at any time.

A powerful aura hits the face, and the feeling of oppression is extremely strong.
Chapter completed!