Yin Qingmo and the other two were extremely shocked and rushed away with magic weapons.

They arrived there as fast as possible, and Jing Jiu was already there.

Dai Yin lay on the snow, his vitality was gone, and several cracks were cut by some sharp object on his face, blood was blurred, and he looked extremely miserable.

The green rope broke into dozens of pieces, scattered around his body. There was an extremely small black hole in it, and it was so deep.

The little black shadow probably escaped into the ground along the black hole, and the speed was so fast that even Jing Jiu's sword consciousness could not be attached.

The cold wind whistled, mixed with snow particles hitting people's faces. It was extremely cold and the field was silent.

Before participating in the Taoist war, they all learned about relevant knowledge and confirmed that as long as they did not enter the heart of the snow field, they would not encounter too strong monsters. The little thing flying out of the snow-footed beast's shell was just a sound, but why was it so terrible that even the Kunlun Sect's magic weapon could not hurt it, but was broken into dozens of pieces?

Yin Qingmo and the other two felt a lot of uneasiness and fear in their hearts, and subconsciously looked at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu looked at the corpse on the snow in silence and confirmed again why the man wanted to come to the snowfield to participate in the Taoist war.

Just as he and Zhao Layue once said, there are the most life and death here.

This is at least one reason.

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After the summer, Chaoge City gradually became stuffy, but the practitioners in Xishan Curie did not have to worry about this problem.

In the gentle breeze summoned by the formation, how could you feel hot when you admire the cold plums in the paintings under the corridor?

As time goes by, the plum blossoms in those paintings are becoming more and more popular, attracting a lot of praise.

Each painting represents several practitioners participating in the Taoist war. Due to the different styles of conduct, the pictures presented are naturally different.

The painting where Luo Huainan is located is the most prosperous, and the painting in Tonglu is the most dense.

Even those paintings that only have two or three small plum blossoms blooming and look a little shabby, have a stubborn and unyielding meaning.

Only that painting is still blank.

A bell rang, and the practitioners were slightly stunned. They immediately understood the meaning, walked out of the corridor, and retreated to the pavilions in the mountains.

Some big names come to appreciate the paintings, and they need to temporarily avoid them.

Standing in the mountains and forests, looking at the several figures looming in the corridor in the distance, the practitioners were talking, curious about what those big men would say.

Soon the big names' evaluation of plum paintings spread here, and the most valued one was naturally the evaluation of Zenzi.

Zenzi had the highest evaluation of Bai Zao, and praised: "This painting is well-proportioned and bone-like, the most beautiful."

The practitioners were a little surprised and thought that Luo Huainan had the best performance, but why did Zenzi think that he was not as good as his junior sister?

After meditating for a while, thinking about the word "evenness" in that sentence, people vaguely understood the meaning of Zen.

Luo Huainan is indeed very strong. More than ten plum blossoms are emitted from a cold branch, but there are not many plum blossoms for the rest of the companions. The whole painting looks a little uneven.

On the contrary, the plum blossoms in Bai Zao's painting are very evenly distributed, which means that she is very clear about her companions' abilities and can fully utilize their strength.

She is indeed better than Luo Huainan if she uses the future righteous leader as the judging criteria.

"What does Zenzi evaluate Jing Jiu?"

A famous monk said the most curious question in everyone's heart.

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The young monk walked under the corridor with his hands on his back, his bare feet landing on the ground, making a sound of slapping, like a naughty boy coming for an outing.

But no matter whether the head of the Kunlun Sect or the Duke of Heguo, these great figures in the Taoist world followed him honestly and did not dare to speak out at will.

The young monk walked to a painting, stopped, looked at the branches and large blank spaces on the painting, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Nan Wang turned around without expression.

The other big shots were inconvenient to say anything in front of her, but their expressions were smiling and their meaning was very clear.

In the Meihui Dao Battle, Qingshan Sect has always performed very strongly, but this time, the usual main force - those genius disciples of Liangwangfeng, were unable to sign up because of Jing Jiu. Zhao Layue, who agreed to participate in the Dao Battle, was forced to withdraw because of that matter.

Since Jing Jiu went to the battle, he was of course the undoubtedly representative of Aoyama.

But his current performance is not only ashamed of Qingshan, but it is really uncommon to comment.

Because of some things back then, the head of Kunlun disliked Jing Jiu the most. He felt happy when he looked at the blank painting and sneered twice.

Nan Wang glanced at him and said nothing.

The Duke of the State quickly smoothed out and said, "I don't know what happened or what happened to my companions."

"It cannot solve the problem in the team, but is dragged down by the companions, which is also a problem."

The head of Kunlun sneered and said, "Jinzi said, if you lack leadership skills, no matter how high your talent in swordsmanship is, it will be of great use."

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, preparing to say something.

At this moment, the young monk suddenly sighed, attracting everyone's attention.

"Everyone says that I, an old friend, are very lazy afterwards."

The young monk looked at the painting and sighed, "It seems that he is really lazy now."

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The Zenzi left Xishan residence and returned to Jingjue Temple.

His evaluation of Jing Jiu is still echoing in Xishan Curie.

The practitioners looked at each other speechlessly, thinking that this reason or excuse is really novel, but why do they always feel that it is a scoundrel?

But when Zen opened his golden mouth, who dared to question it? Looking back, let’s see what kind of plum blossoms Jing Jiu would draw.

At this time, a painter hurried out from the depths of Xishan residence.

The practitioners knew the identity of the painter. Looking at the solemn expression on the painter's face, they couldn't help but be surprised, thinking, thinking that something had happened?

The painter walked directly to a painting that had been paid attention to for many days, picked up his pen, and drew a plum blossom in the blank space.

People were surprised and surrounded them.

The plum blossom was very small, and looking down along the branches, I saw an unknown name, and everyone started to whisper.

Although the plum blossoms are very small, and the low-level monster in the Snow Country was not killed by Jing Jiu himself, it has a beginning after all.

The real shocking thing is behind.

After painting the plum blossoms, the painter did not leave, but changed into a new pen, dipped it in ink, and drew a black line on the name extremely seriously.

The rain corridor is quiet and silent.

The Taoist war finally began to die.

Who is Dai Yin?

Why is it the team where Jing Jiu is located?

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At the highest point of Xishan Residence is a wonderful peak with floating clouds and floating clouds outside the railings that cannot cover the scenery of Chaoge City.

The head of Kunlun stood by the railing, squinting his eyes, his face extremely cold.

Dai Yin is a disciple trained by Kunlun, but he died just like that. There is definitely a problem here.

He must have an explanation from Aoyama Sect.
Chapter completed!