The city of Monkey King

The snow in Kunlun stopped only at two times a day.

When you are, when you are.

One is the sunrise, one is the sunset.

The warm red light, from the dawn of the East, sprinkled over the entire snow-covered Kunlun peak.

Hey~

Hey~

Hey~

With the sound of a mountain bell, it echoed between the peaks.

The Kunlun Grand Prix was divided into two days. The first day was the primary election and the second day was the sword.

Originally in accordance with the plan of the wine madman, it is intended to skip the primary election, and it is enough to let Qin Feng participate in the second day of the sword fight.

However, since Qin Feng has come a long time and is idle, it is better to start directly from the primary election.

"This is what you said about the primary election?"

Kunlun Xuan Daotai, in the south side of the main peak of Kunlun, is like a chessboard, with a height of 30,000 square feet.

On weekdays, here is the place where the Kunlun disciples gathered together to practice the sword. Now they have been transformed to hold the Kunlun Grand Ceremony.

At the moment, on this chessboard, there are many small square enchantments that have been drawn out. A small enchantment is about a hundred meters long and wide, one after another against the Kunlun disciples in this enchantment, the sword gas spells are all this The world has blocked it.

On the north side of Xuan Daotai, Qin Feng smoked a cigarette, and a pair of jeans and a black coat. The rate of returning on the road is 100%. After all, people wear the blue Kunlun GI, and he wears this hanging.

Coupled with the beautiful people of Yunling who followed Qin Feng, and the long hair of the land, they are arrogant, and they are full of talents, and they are not too eye-catching.

"Yes, this is the battle of primary elections. This is your number plate. It will be displayed when your turn is over."

The wine madman smiled and smiled. There was a small wooden sign in the hands of Qin Feng.

There is another one, falling into the hands of Yun Ling.

"What do you mean?"

Qin Feng looked at the wooden sign in the hands of Yun Ling.

"How to say that my big niece is also a monk under the stagnation of Dan, the bone age is also under the age of 100, playing a few things."

The wine madman grabbed the shoulders of Qin Feng, and the bad smell on the hair was introduced into the Qin Fengbi. The whole night of the year could spit out, and even saw the worms crawling on the head. .

Hey you, Malé Gobi, how many years have you not washed your hair!

"Give me a roll!"

Qin Feng gave a mad madman's head full of stench.

"Linger, don't listen to this wine madman, and break this wooden card."

Looking at the head and looking to Yun Ling.

"I want to try."

Yunling looked at the wooden sign in her hand. I don't know why, she wants to stand on the Xuandao platform, so that person, maybe, can see herself.

Qin Feng heard Yunling’s words a little, especially after seeing Yunling’s eyes, she immediately realized her thoughts, and then sighed at the corner of the cigarette: “Well, this is less accurate.”

Just when he turned around, there were three people on the head, three people with long swords, two men and one woman, all of whom were young, and all three were Shu Dan.

Seeing that the real age of these three people will never exceed one armor (sixty years), and being able to cultivate a knot in such a young age is not a strong qualification.

Any force that is placed outside is a master of future successors.

Kunlun Mountain is really a place where individuals are born.

"See Shi Bo."

As soon as these three people came up, they were respectful to the wine madman.

"Oh, is it? It’s the three handsome guys under the old pay, ah, haha, the things of your young people, the old man is not mixed."

After talking and grinning, carrying his own wine gourd, step by step, and left with a little song.

Among the three, the man in the middle is a big disciple, called Su An, and he is a Chinese product.

The man on the left is called Li Yong, and the next product is Xia Dan. The woman on the right is called Qian Ting.

The three were the pro-disciples of the Kunlun three elders, the fake baby monk Fu Yuanchao, and the three men devoted themselves to practice for dozens of years, in order to glory in the battle of the Kunlun Grand Prix.

"Teacher, I didn't expect you to be in the door of Lu Shibo. It is really enviable."

Among the three men, the man who walked in the middle of the middle, that is, Suan, looked handsome, but this is really not good.

Teacher? !

Are you **** my brother? !

Believe it or not, I don’t know if you beat you!

For this kind of provocation, I don’t know how many pounds of weak chickens, Qin Feng has long been used to it, just faintly squinted at Suan, the cigarettes swaying slightly swayed: "Let's open, block my way."

"Teacher, isn’t it appropriate to talk to the brothers?"

Su An saw the appearance of Qin Feng, and suddenly his face was cold.

"I said let go, are you jealous?"

Qin Feng slightly raised his eyes and looked at this stupidity. He really didn't want to start in Kunlun. After all, the face of the wine madman still had to be given.

"Teacher..."

Suan still wants to say something, not finished yet.

"roll."

Qin Feng didn't have this time, and the coldness in his eyes rose. He looked at Su'an.

"you!"

After Suan’s glimpse, it was violent, and the sword behind him suddenly swayed.

"Brother, don't!"

Both Qian Ting and Li Yong are busy pulling Su An.

Su An is also a sly look at the Qin Feng, he certainly knows the rules of 'Kunlun can not use the military privately'.

"If you want to come to the ceremony, I hope you can pass the primary election, if not..."

Su An turned and walked two steps, and looked at Qin Feng in a biased way. There was a sneer in his eyes: "Otherwise, I can't abuse you, my dear little brother."

Coldly screamed: "Go."

Su An left with his younger brother and sister.

Like the three people of Su'an, there are still many disciples in Kunlun. Most of them are pro-disciples of the fake baby elders.

Whether it is for the master or for himself, I want to be drunk with the sword of the famous Kyushu. His disciples come to compete!

Try the legendary wine swordsmanship!

"It's too weak to be too weak."

On the other side of Xuan Daotai, there is a handsome man with a long face with a smile, a blue robes, and a long hair scattered behind him. There are some female disciples in his body, all of them are looking at him. .

The second elder Zhao Wenzhao’s pro-disciplinary disciple, Murong no longer.

It is rare to see Kunlun as one of the nine major families and Xuzhou Murong family.

"What do they mean when they just said."

Yun Ling looked at the back of the three-year-old Su An, and asked, she really couldn't understand.

"It is estimated that the brain is in the water."

Qin Feng bite the cigarette butt, and did not care about the three weak chickens. At this time, he and Yun Ling’s wooden sign were lit up at the same time.

On his wooden sign, the number ‘3,197 is appearing, and Yunling’s wooden sign is the number ‘two eight three’.

This is to say that their primary election campaign was enchanted at the 371th enchantment and the 283rd. 2k novel reading network