Not having entered the library for some days, Nalan Ruoyu stood outside the door and took a deep breath to slowly dissipate her anger.

After all, Yu Zun is a proud woman, and she believes that she will not mess up her mood because of an elder from the Holy Land.

Walking into the building, he smiled at the old man who had already boiled a pot of snow water and was waiting to make tea.

Frowning, he said: "It turns out that they acted with the Chen family's Shenhuo in mind, but they were hiding their bad intentions and wanted to test the strength of Tianyun Mountain."

The old man smiled and said, "So what? They use the excuse of friction between disciples, so we can't refuse."

Nalan Ruoyu's complexion changed slightly, she moved to the table and sat down, sighing quietly.

He reached out to pick up the kettle and put the tea in it, washed the cups, and poured the steaming tea for the two of them.

He frowned and said, "I don't know when that guy will come out."

The old man said calmly: "Are you trying to trick him into letting a mortal fight against the genius of the Holy Land?! You're crazy!"

Having said this, the old man took a sip of the spiritual tea in front of him and pointed in the direction of Tianshu Hall. For a moment, the black shirt on his body bulged.

"Are the geniuses that the sect spent so much resources to cultivate are just bullshit? Even if he has completed Nirvana, I would not agree with him taking action."

Nalan Yu thought for a while, looked at the old man and said helplessly: "I was just thinking that if even my new disciple couldn't withstand it, there would be someone who could save Tianyun Mountain from a losing situation.

....."

When the old man heard this, he laughed and said: "The so-called unknown is just that the two sides have not yet fought. Maybe the Snowfield Holy Land is not as scary as you think."

After hearing this, Nalan Ruoyu smiled bitterly and looked at the old man in silence.

"They say they don't fight uncertain battles. Do you think the disciples of Snowfield Holy Land will be afraid of us? They live in the snowy mountains and have fought countless monsters. How can they be like the disciples of Tianyun Mountain..."

In Nalan Ruoyu's view, the disciples of Tianyun Mountain are like flowers raised in a greenhouse. Not to mention the Daxue Mountain, even the Tianhuang Mountain Range not far away dares not go deep.

The old man looked at her and continued: "This matter has nothing to do with my disciple. He has not enjoyed half of the sect's spiritual stones and resources. We cannot place such a heavy responsibility on him."

Nalan Ruoyu, however, did not take it seriously and said helplessly: "What if the disciples of the sect lose to the geniuses of the Snowfield Holy Land? This is not a matter of face and casualties. They will probably make unreasonable demands."

The old man looked at her and said nothing.

There was silence all around. After a long time, the old man said in a deep voice: "Is it possible that they want to take Loulan City away? If so, we will just have to fight them at the worst."

Nalan Ruoyu didn't speak, but nodded calmly.

After adding hot tea to the old man, he said calmly: "Even if they take away Loulan City for ten years, Tianyun Mountain will not be able to bear it."

Among the four major cities, the largest city near Tianyun Mountain is Loulan City. The farthest hand of the Snow Mountain Holy Land can only reach Snow City under the Snow Mountain.

If the Snow Mountain Holy Land reaches out to the doorstep of Tianyun Mountain, then within a few decades, the entire Tianyun Mountain will no longer be the opponent of the Snow Mountain Holy Land.

There may be turmoil in Loulan City, but Loulan as a whole cannot be lost.

This is why the Chen family was massacred, and the headmaster chose to remain silent without evidence. Otherwise, with Yuzun's temperament, he would have killed him with a knife.

Hearing this, the old man slowly shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I also understand the principle of dying lips and cold teeth. Don't worry about it now. There are still five days. Let's wait until my disciple has passed the Nirvana Tribulation."

Nalan Ruoyu sighed slightly, looked at the old man and said, "When do you plan to go up the mountain to see that guy? It took too long this time, right? It's already the winter solstice."

"The day after tomorrow. If there is no movement the day after tomorrow, I will go up and have a look."

The old man thought for a while and said with a smile: "It's a holy place, but in the end they want me, a mortal disciple, to wipe their butts. Speaking of this, we all have to thank Ping An and Wang Qiang. If those two guys hadn't been brave enough to enter Tianhuang Mountain

..."

Nalan Ruoyu stretched out her finger, pointed at the wind and snow outside the building, and said with a smile: "Okay, if Li Xiuyuan really solves this problem for the sect this time, I will convince Yan'er to marry him in seven years.

"

When the old man heard this, he finally couldn't help but burst into laughter: "This code is the same code. Don't mix the two things together. Although Wang Qiang is kind, he is a bit weak."

Upon hearing this, Nalan Ruoyu smiled bitterly and said, "No one is born a saint!"

...

In order to cope with the challenge from the Snowfield Holy Land, all the disciples of the Four Peaks took action, except Zhufeng.

Because everyone knows that there are actually only two people in Zhufeng who can fight, and they are both women. The handyman Yuzun snatched before was just a mortal, and the news was lost since he went to Zhufeng.

The entire Tianyun Mountain and even some aristocratic families in Loulan City are paying attention to the competition between Tianyun Mountain and the Snowfield Holy Land.

But no one knows how important this matter is to the entire Tianyun Mountain, and to the young man who was judged by Yuan Zun and other venerables to be unable to practice.

For Li Xiuyuan, the competition between the two Holy Land geniuses had nothing to do with him, because even at this time, he was still sleeping in a thick cocoon, waiting for the moment to break out of the cocoon.

The big things in the eyes of the elders and disciples, the big things in the eyes of Meng Shentong and Yu Zun, even if they were known to him, would not be as important as his cultivation under the abyss.

For most people, contributing to the sect is a quality worthy of admiration, but for Li Xiuyuan, who has experienced life and death again and again under the abyss, it is just a joke.

Just like what Meng Shentong said, he has not even consumed a single elixir or a single spiritual stone from Tianyun Mountain, so why should he go on an expedition as a mortal?

The winter solstice has just passed, and Tianyun Mountain is still extremely cold. The old man came to the top of the Bamboo Peak alone, sat in the bamboo shed, made tea, and silently felt the increasingly powerful atmosphere in the cave.

Plus today, the old man has come here twice in a row.

Because starting from today, the disciples of Tianyun Mountain will face the genius of Snowfield Holy Land.

Time waits for no one. By this time, Yuzun has probably taken Chen Xiaoyan and Xiao Ling'er down the mountain to wait for the upcoming battle outside the main hall.

But Sima Jinglan, another disciple of Yu Zun, has returned to his hometown and has not received any news.

At one hour in the morning, the wind was as cold as a knife, and the surroundings of the Tianyun Mountain sect's main hall, which should have been peaceful, were already bustling with activity.

Guards in armor patrolled the surroundings vigilantly. They were monks sent by the Lord of Loulan City to maintain the safety of the competition.

The elders of Tianyun Mountain are nervously arranging seats. Under the eaves of the main hall, disciples and elders from the Snowfield Holy Land are already waiting here.

The disciples of Tianyun Mountain were standing on the other side under the eaves of the main hall, nervously looking at their opponents, each thinking about what kind of opponent they would encounter and whether they could escape unscathed.

Looking at the lively scenes around her, Nalan Ruyu thought of the entry competition a few months ago and thought that today was much more cruel than those competitions.

She suddenly understood that the competition between the disciples of Tianyun Mountain and Snowfield Holy Land was a major event for the entire Loulan City.

Because she learned from the headmaster that the bargaining chip proposed by the Snowfield Holy Land for the competition actually involved the interests of Tianyun Mountain and Loulan City, so the competition became a major event that attracted the attention of the world.

Because he was Senior Brother Tian from Tianyun Mountain, Wang Qiang got up very early that day. Even Ping An, who had not been out for a long time, followed him to the square in front of the main hall.

At this time, there was still a while before the competition between the two sides. Wang Qiang came over early. Naturally, he was not here to watch the excitement. He didn't know which game he was assigned to, but as a senior brother, he felt a lot of pressure on him.

Because it was still early, he asked Ping An to stay in front of the palace and follow Yuan Zun. He wanted to go to the library to see Meng Shentong, whom he had not seen for a long time, and he wanted to hear the old man's opinion.

After bypassing the main hall on the square, we turned a few turns and arrived at the library hidden in the snow and mist below Tiandao Peak.

Today was the day of competition between the two Holy Lands. He estimated that the library would not be open to the public and few disciples would come here.

When he walked to the door of the library and pushed it open, and called several times but received no response, he muttered to himself: "Where have everyone gone this early in the morning?"

Touching the heavy black door, Wang Qiang raised his head and looked in the direction of Zhufeng. Wang Qiang frowned slightly and remained silent.

"What do you want to do here?" At this moment, Yu Zun's cold voice came from behind him.

"Disciple has met Yu Zun, I'm here to meet Elder Meng..."

Wang Qiang looked back at the figure standing not far behind him, clasped his hands and saluted, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "This disciple is about to start a war with the Snowfield Holy Land, and he is not sure of victory, so he came to ask for advice."

Nalan Ruyu looked at the senior brother of Tianyun Mountain in front of her, feeling silent in her heart.

She did not ask Wang Qiang what he wanted to ask the old man for advice, but said calmly: "You have been a senior brother for so long, but you still can't let your state of mind turn into a lake?"

Wang Qiang nodded and replied honestly: "Disciple knows that he has no chance, but as the senior brother of Tianyun Mountain, it is difficult to calm down. I wonder if Yu Zun has a good way to teach me?"

"I'm not your master."

Nalan Ruoyu gently lifted the loose hair from her forehead and said coldly: "The war is imminent, and there is no way to improvise. You need a calm state of mind."

Wang Qiang smiled and scratched his head awkwardly.

"However, my disciples are not even as good as Yu Zun's disciples. It is better to let Yu Zun's disciples be the senior sisters of this sect as Yuan Zun said."

Wang Qiang sighed and said seriously: "Disciples have limited cultivation, and the responsibility of carrying senior brother is really too heavy, and I am a little breathless."

Nalan Ruoyu looked at him and said softly: "The things in this world have nothing to do with your ability, but whether you dare to think about it. If you don't even dare to think about it, then you are a weak person."

"I just need to know how strong your determination is to defeat the Snowfield Holy Land, or how powerful it is?"

Nalan Ruoyu looked at him and said seriously: "Responsibilities and difficulties are troubles to others, but they are opportunities to you, senior brother. Is there anything that cannot be solved with one sword? If not, use one more sword!"

Wang Qiang nodded and was about to reply when he heard something that shocked him.

"If you defeat the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land, after seven years, I will convince Yan'er to marry you."

There was silence everywhere. Wang Qiang looked at Yu Zun's calm face and the firm tone in which she said these words. It was as if Yao Zun was saying, "Go get me a magical medicine and I will give it to you."

Just a few pills.

There is no trace of showing off, but there is an unquestionable meaning.

Even if there is no young lady from the Chen family, he still has an unshirkable responsibility as the senior brother of Tianyun Mountain. Just like the headmaster said, this is his Wang Qiang's fate.

It is also the fate of a group of Tianjiao disciples in Tianyun Mountain. When foreign enemies are present, it is time for them to fight tooth and nail.

Wang Qiang was so shocked that he could not speak for a long time. For some reason, he naturally believed in Yuzun's promise. For some reason, when he opened his mouth with difficulty to express his feelings, he could not even say half a sentence.

After a long while, he said sincerely: "I am the senior brother of Tianyun Mountain, this is my responsibility!"

A faint smile appeared in Nalan Ruoyu's eyes, she looked at him and said, "So? Are you afraid of death?"

Wang Qiang was silent for a moment and then hesitated and said: "Afraid, who is not afraid of death? It's just that I am the eldest brother of the sect. If you don't even try, how can you let the sect's junior brothers and junior sisters go to face the enemy?"
Chapter completed!