Chapter 1018 Xuan Ji

As soon as these words were spoken, they caused thousands of waves.

The faces of each disciple were filled with sorrow.

Qiao Zhu cursed inwardly: "Senior Sister Yan, Senior Sister Dugu, listen, does this seem like something people say?"

"Thousands of people stopped the trial of the Demon-Suppressing Platform to start watching the warrior's breakthrough, and only she can do it."

Yan Hongyuan wrapped her arms around her chest, and her eyes swept across Chu Yue. "In Shenxuan Academy, if she is a martial arts genius, even a disciple of the Netherworld will be dim."

Dugu Lan frowned and stunned. Yan Hongyuan was a proud and arrogant person. She was gifted and extremely cruel. She grew up stepping on dead bodies since she was young.

Such a person actually gave Ye Chuyue such a high evaluation.

Dugu Lan couldn't help but look at Chu Yue a few more times, feeling unhappy: "The people of Shenwu's small country are not worthy of fear."

The sense of superiority brought by origin is innate. In an era where there are high and low levels, people from poor families often have to work thousands of times more to break the secular view.

At this moment, Mu Sheng's face was quite green, as ugly as if he had eaten a fly, and his skin couldn't help but pull it.

She stared at Chu Yue below, and the more she looked, the more she looked like Mu Qinghuang.

The sun suddenly shines, making Mu Sheng shine in a trance, and he thought he saw the young and energetic Mu Qinghuang.

"Prince Mu, it's time to open the demon-suppressing platform and announce the Xuansheng."

When Song Qingshan saw Mu Sheng suddenly realized that he had not reacted for a long time, he coughed dryly and secretly reminded Mu Sheng.

Mu Sheng came to her senses with a sudden inspiration, but felt the biting cold wind around her, which made her feel cold and goosebumps all over her body.

"Prince!" reminded the head envoy.

Priest Mu took a deep breath, clenched his hand under his sleeves for a while, and said, "All disciples are the pillars of Shenxuan's future. The near-term competition in the Northland is related to the glory of our college and the ranking of the top ten colleges. While the Demon-Shenzhentai starts the trial, it also needs to start the "Xuan Sheng".

"The Demon-Shenying Platform has a history of three thousand years. It has experienced many wars and academy changes, as well as changes in the martial arts world. There are countless sleeping beast spirits inside."

"The Xuan Sheng is opened, and you can try the Demon-Suppressing Platform. If the beast spirit awakens, it will be like a tiger with wings!"

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Mysterious sacrifice!

The disciples looked at each other.

After a dead silence, a carnival sound broke out.

The fact that Shenxuan Academy can become the leader of the top ten academies has a lot to do with the Demon-Shenzhentai.

The sleeping beast spirit in the demon-suppressing platform is the foundation of Shen Xuan.

Once a disciple has a unique talent and awakens the beast spirit, he can enhance his combat power and enhance the comprehensive strength of Shenxuan.

"Xiao Yue'er, I heard that Shenxuan Academy was once the cemetery of the Master Zhuque."

Leng Qingshuang said: "Maybe there will be sleeping Vermilion Bird Beast Spirit in the Demon-Suppressing Platform, but since Shenxuan opened the courtyard, there have been countless Xuanshu, but no one has ever noticed the existence of Vermilion Bird, and it may be limited to legends."

Chu Yue touched her nose lightly, her beautiful eyes were as clear as water. She suddenly thought of the Vermillion Bird in the Taoist Monument. I don’t know if the chicken legs were eaten and whether they were enough.

"It would be great if it could be passed on to the Suzaku." Lin Qiu said: "That must be quite majestic."

Ye Ying looked at Yan Hongyuan and whispered: "I was by Lu Qiong's side and learned that Shen Xuan's ultimate purpose of cultivating Yan Hongyuan was to inherit the Suzaku Beast Spirit and protect Shen Xuan."

Chu Yue looked sideways and happened to Yan Hongyuan looking over.

The two looked at each other, and their solemn aura was self-evident.

The disciples around were immersed in the joy of Xuan Ji. On the periphery of Shenxuan’s back mountain, not far from the Peach Blossom Forest, the ragged old man was holding a broom and slowly sweeping the ground.

The old man swept very carefully, his back was hunched, and he wore a pair of shoes for ten years, and looked shabby.

Under the dirty hair, the sunlight covered the old man's eyes, which were sewn tightly by needles and threads, blocking the light in front of him, leaving only a barren hole.


Chapter completed!