"The disciples of the Candle Flame Sect, the Aeolus Sect, and the Three Immortal Island are all here. Only the Cold Snow Pavilion is left."
Chu Fengmian thought to himself.
Just as Chu Fengmian had this thought, a chill suddenly approached.
"The disciples of the Cold Snow Pavilion are here."
Feeling this chill, everyone had the same thought in their minds.
Numerous snow-white figures descended from the sky. These figures all had graceful figures and were all extremely young girls.
The leader of the group was a woman who looked to be in her early thirties. Although she was very beautiful, no one dared to look at her.
"Brother Yang, Brother Yan, Brother Feng, Island Master Fang, I'm late. Please forgive me."
The woman said indifferently.
"Hanchan? She's the Great Elder of the Cold Snow Pavilion, Han Chan? She's so young. "
"The Cold Snow Pavilion's Cultivation Technique is really magical. It makes her look like she's in her early thirties."
"Take a guess. How old is she?"
"I'm afraid she's fifty or sixty years old."
"Fifty or sixty years old? She's already more than a hundred years old, but she still looks so young. "
Many disciples began to discuss.
At the same time, countless gazes fell on the disciples behind Han Chan.
The Cold Snow Pavilion was very special. All the disciples of the Cold Snow Pavilion were female. At the same time, the disciples of the Cold Snow Pavilion were all innately beautiful. They were all rare beauties.
The appearance of the Cold Snow Pavilion's disciples immediately attracted the gazes of countless disciples.
These 15 disciples of the Cold Snow Pavilion were all wearing white veils. They looked very young, at most 16 or 17 years old.
Although these disciples of the Cold Snow Pavilion had covered their faces, their crystal-like eyes were enough to show that they were all first-class beauties.
Among the fifteen people, there was one person who stood at the very center. Everyone could tell that there was something different about him with a single glance. It was extremely obvious, like a crane standing among chickens.
Looking at her eyes, it was as if they were intoxicated. Her every move was like a noble fairy, cold and holy.
Among the crowd, countless disciples' eyes were intoxicated. It was as if they were drunk, as if they were possessed.
"Is that the Hanyue Li who is known as the number one beauty of Wu Sheng Country?"
"Although she's wearing a veil, just her aura alone is enough to make one intoxicated."
A warrior said in a daze.
"Whoever can make her fall in love with him is probably the luckiest man in the world."
Another warrior said disdainfully.
"Stop dreaming. The disciples of the Cold Snow Pavilion are all handsome, but their hearts are as cold as ice. No one has ever won the favor of a disciple of the Cold Snow Pavilion."
As soon as this disciple of the Cold Snow School appeared, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Even the disciples of the Three Immortal Island, who were usually indifferent, couldn't help but glance at Han Yueli.
This Hanyue Li was enough to intoxicate the immortal buddhas.
"Fairy Han Chan, what are you saying? We've only just arrived."
Elder Yang said with a smile. Only then did he cover up his previous gaffe.
"Martial Victory Academy, the four sects are all here. Logically speaking, they should be able to open the Sacred Ground's barrier. But this year, it's a little different."
The red-haired elder said with a pensive look on his face.
"Hahaha, I'm sorry for making you wait."
A voice suddenly rang out as a figure silently appeared in front of the crowd.
"Who is it?"
"What a terrifying speed! What a soft voice! "
"Black robes and blood words! It's someone from the Black Market! "
Looking at the person's robes, the crowd subconsciously became nervous.
The Black Market, the Black Market of Wu Sheng Country, was an extremely mysterious existence. The appearance of a martial artist from the Black Market was never a good thing.
Now that the people from the black market had appeared in public, the crowd was not used to it. However, they quickly recovered from the shock.
The Black Market did have a quota for this Sacred Ground Trial.
"So it's Hall Master Xue. How have you been?"
The red-haired elder glanced at the newcomer and said calmly. There was no kindness in his tone.
The Black Market did not have a good relationship with the four sects and Martial Victory Academy. For example, the Black Market had many wanted posters for the disciples of the four sects and Martial Victory Academy.
The assassins trained by the Black Market had killed many geniuses from Martial Victory Academy and the four sects. If it were not for the Black Market's power, they would not be standing here calmly.
They would have started fighting when they saw each other.
Elder Yang, Fang Xiandao, Feng Qi Shu, and Han Chan did not have any intention to speak. They just looked at each other calmly, which was considered a greeting.
"Hall Master Xue, this is Xue Wuye, the Hall Master of the Blood Shadow Hall, one of the forces in the Black Market."
"The Blood Shadow Hall has killed countless people. I wonder how many geniuses of the Victorious Martial Nations they have killed."
"This Xue Wuye once assassinated an Inner Elder of the Wu Sheng Academy, and now he dares to show himself."
"Hmph, now that the Black Market is powerful and has made peace with Martial Victory Academy and the four sects, he naturally dares to come out."
The chatter of countless warriors rang out.
At the same time, the crowd looked at the three people standing behind Xue Wuye.
Among the three people, two of them were dressed in black robes with the word 'blood' written on them. They were dressed like disciples of the Black Market.
Their figures and faces were covered by the black robes, making it difficult to see them clearly. However, one of them was dressed in a golden robe.
His golden robe did not make him look like an assassin of the Black Market. He looked more like an emperor.
"Let me introduce you. This is the new Saint of the Black Market."
Xue Wuye spoke and bowed respectfully to the man in golden robes behind him.
"Saint!"
"This kid is the Saint chosen by the Black Market?"
Elder Yang, the red-haired elder, Feng Qi Shu, Fang Xiandao, and Han Chan's faces changed dramatically at the same time. They all looked over.
Chu Fengmian could sense that countless spirit consciousnesses had already swept over, as if they wanted to see through every inch of the Shengzi's body.
"Saint, the Black Market has chosen a Saint."
"The owner of the Black Market is the Black Market's Saint Lord. This Saint will be the next Black Market's Saint Lord. As long as he grows up and steps into the Wind Resisting Realm, he will be able to inherit the Saint Lord's position."
The Black Market was so huge that it could be considered as a country of its own.
The Saint's status was almost equivalent to the Crown Prince of Martial Victory Academy.
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