The mist falls in the mountains.

In a secret room, Jin Zhaoyang, the Great Elder, Mu Qingyun and Rong Shenlin surrounded him.

Rong Shenlin said hotly: "It's so hateful! Wukong and Wusheng sects actually have five venerables, and the number of high-level cultivators is comparable to that of us. Humph, why didn't that bastard Shui Longming come out of seclusion?! If he was there, it would be much easier to take down Lanyun Mountain!"

Jin Zhaoyang said: "Yes, if Junior Brother Shui was here, with his supernatural powers, Wukong and Wusheng Sects would have been taken down long ago. It is not a long-term solution to trap them with the "Nine Nine Swallow Ring Killing Formation".

Mu Qingyun said: "Do you really want to agree to the blood ban pool competition they proposed?"

The three of them spoke in a slight manner, but the elder kept closing his eyes and resting without saying a word.

After arguing for a long time, he didn't come up with any good idea. Jin Zhaoyang looked at the Great Elder and said respectfully: "I don't know what the Great Elder thinks?"

"Blood Forbidden Pool!"

The elder didn't raise his mouth and spoke these three words.

Jin Zhaoyang is extremely clear about the Blood Forbidden Pool. Over the past thousands of years, Lianyun Sect has obtained countless refining materials and even finished magic weapons from it. At the same time, countless Lianyun Sect disciples were buried in it. What is strange is that the treasures in the Blood Forbidden Pool seem endless. A hundred years ago, there will be no new treasures in it. A thousand years ago, a sect went to the Blood Forbidden Pool to study, but no clues were found. Although there are many treasures in the Blood Forbidden Pool, few of them can attract the interest of the sects and venerables. Therefore, for thousands of years, the Blood Forbidden Pool has become the best place for Lianyun Sect to train disciples.

After thinking about it, Jin Zhaoyang said: "Wukong, Wusheng Gate proposed a blood ban pool competition, and naturally came up with a proper solution. How can we select fifty people to fight in a hasty way? What's more, Wukong Gate's star ghost is proficient in the art of star deduction. Could it be that something happened in the blood ban pool and wants to catch all our □□ disciples in one go?"

The elder opened his eyes and a golden light flashed. "You are thinking too much! A day ago, I had already sent a command to the sect and fifty disciples were about to arrive. We will undoubtedly enter the blood forbidden pool!" The elder flashed a trace of fierceness and said, "This time, the disciples in person must participate!"

"No!" Rong Shenlin jumped up suddenly and said, "I will never agree with Ye Miao's participation! He has just reached the middle stage of the Spiritual Master and cannot deal with the dangers in the Blood Forbidden Pool. The Great Elder, he is a cultivator of the Four Spirit Roots, and the future of Lianyun Sect is on him!"

A trace of displeasure flashed in the corner of the elder's eyes. He thought for a moment and said, "Okay. Except for Ye Miao, the other personal disciples must participate."

"Leng Peiran is not good either. I have betrothed her to Ye Miao. If there is any difference between affecting Ye Miao's heart, who will be responsible?"

"You - be rude!"

Rong Shenlin stretched out his neck and looked at the elder without fear.

"Hmph. OK!"

Just at this moment, Ye Wusheng suddenly sent a message in and said, "Master, three elders, and all the disciples have rushed over from the sect."

The elder didn't answer, and he suddenly moved out with his hands.

Jin Zhaoyang stared at Rong Shenlin fiercely and said, "You are still the strong temper, why bother offend the Great Elder? Ye Miao went in and experienced it is a good thing. I will arrange for Wusheng to take care of him. Why are you worried about it?"

"I……"

Jin Zhaoyang shook his head and walked out first.
Chapter completed!