Yin Qingmo and the other two were so shocked that they rode their magic treasures to rush over.
They arrived there as quickly as they could, and Jing Jiu was already there.
Dai Yin was lying on the snowy ground, devoid of vitality. His face had been cut by a sharp object, and his flesh was badly mutilated. He looked extremely miserable.
The green rope had been broken into dozens of pieces, scattered around his body. There was a tiny black hole in the middle of the rope, its depth unknown.
The small black shadow must have escaped into the underground through the black hole. It was so fast that even Jing Jiu's Piercing Discernment couldn't catch up with it.
The cold wind was whistling, hitting people's faces with the snowflakes. It was extremely cold. It was deathly quiet in the field.
Before participating in the Cultivation tournament, they had learned the relevant knowledge and were sure that they wouldn't encounter a monster that was too powerful as long as they didn't enter the center of the snowland. The small thing that flew out from the shell of the Snow Foot Monster looked like a Listening Ear, but why was it so terrifying? Even the magic treasure of the Kunlun Sect couldn't hurt it, but it was broken into dozens of pieces.
Yin Qingmo and the other two felt uneasy and fearful, and they looked at Jing Jiu reflexively.
Jing Jiu looked at the corpse on the snowy ground in silence, once again confirming why that person asked him to come to the snowland to participate in the Cultivation tournament.
As Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue had said, the number of deaths was the highest here.
This was at least one of the reasons.
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Zhaoge City had gradually become stuffy in summer, but the Cultivation practitioners in the Nishiyama House didn't have to worry about this problem.
How could they feel hot while enjoying the plum blossoms in the paintings in the corridor in the gentle breeze summoned by the formation?
As time went by, more and more plum blossoms appeared in the paintings, attracting many praises.
Each painting represented several Cultivation practitioners participating in the Cultivation tournament. Because of their different styles, the paintings presented were naturally different.
The painting in which Lo Huainan was in had the most plum blossoms, and the painting in which Tong Lu was in had the most plum blossoms.
Even those shabby paintings with only two or three plum blossoms had a sense of stubbornness.
Only that painting was still blank.
The bell rang. The Cultivation practitioners were startled, but they soon understood what it meant. They walked out of the corridor and retreated to the pavilions in the mountains.
Some important figures had come to admire the paintings, and they needed to leave.
Standing in the forest and looking at the indistinct figures in the distant corridors, the Cultivation practitioners discussed among themselves, wondering what those important figures would say.
Soon, the comments of those important figures on the plum paintings were spread to this place. Naturally, Zen Master's comments were the most valued.
The Young Zen Master had the highest opinion of Bai Zao's painting, praising, "This painting is well-proportioned and full of character, the most beautiful."
The Cultivation practitioners were startled, wondering why the Young Zen Master thought Luo Huainan was inferior to his Young Sister even though he had performed the best.
After. Zen Master of Yin of Master's words, the Zen Had said, he would not. they understood. by., they. could could could could Chen could could he as he as possible.
Lo Huainan was indeed very powerful. She had a dozen plum blossoms on a cold branch, but her companions did not have many. The entire painting looked uneven.
On the other hand, the plum blossoms in Bai Zao's painting were very evenly distributed. This meant that she had a clear understanding of her companions' abilities and was able to use them to their fullest potential.
In terms of future leaders of the righteous path, she was indeed superior to Lo Huainan.
"What is Zen Master's opinion of Jing Jiu?"
A Cultivation practitioner asked the question that everyone was most curious about.
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The young monk walked along the corridor with his hands behind his back. His bare feet made a popping sound as they touched the ground. He was like a naughty child who had come for a walk.
But the important figures of the cultivation world, including the Sect Master of the Kunlun Sect and the Duke Of He, all obediently followed behind him, not daring to make a sound.
The young monk stopped in front of a painting. Looking at the few branches and a large expanse of blank space in the painting, a faint smile showing on his face.
Nan Wang turned around expressionlessly.
The other important figures didn't want to say anything in front of her, but their expressions were full of half-smiles, and their intentions were clear.
In the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting, the Aoyama Sect had always performed very well, but the main force of the tournament this time, those talented disciples of Liangwang Peak, didn't register for the tournament because of Jing Jiu. Zhao Layue, who had promised to participate in the Cultivation tournament, was forced to withdraw because of that incident.
Since Jing Jiu participated in the tournament, he was undoubtedly the representative of the Aoyama Sect.
However, his current performance was not only a disgrace to the Aoyama Sect, but it was also hard for others to comment on his performance.
Because of something that had happened many years ago, the Sect Master of the Kunlun Sect disliked Jing Jiu the most. He sneered twice as he looked at the blank painting, feeling delighted.
Nan Wang glanced at him once, but didn't say anything.
Duke Of He tried to smooth things over hastily, saying, "I don't know what happened to him, or what happened to his companions."
"Not being able to solve the problem in the group and being burdened by his companions is also a problem."
The Sect Master of the Kunlun Sect continued with a sneer, "Just like what Zen Master said, no matter how talented he is in the sword work, he won't be of much use if he doesn't have a good leadership ability."
Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, ready to say something.
It was then that the young monk suddenly sighed, drawing everyone's attention.
"It's said that this descendant of my old friend is very lazy."
The young monk said sentimentally while looking at the painting, "It looks like he is indeed very lazy."
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The Zen Master left the Nishiyama House and returned to the Net-Perception Temple.
His evaluation of Jing Jiu was still echoing in the Nishiyama House.
The Cultivators looked at each other speechlessly, thinking that this reason, or perhaps this excuse, was truly novel, but why did it seem somewhat shameless?
But since the Zen Master had spoken, who dared to question him? They just had to wait and see what kind of plum blossom painting Jing Jiu would produce once he was no longer lazy.
At this moment, a painter hurried out from the depths of the Nishiyama House.
The Cultivators knew the identity of this painter. Seeing the grave expression on the painter's face, they couldn't help but be somewhat shocked, thinking, could it be that something had happened?
The painter walked up to a painting that had been the focus of attention for many days, raised his brush, and casually drew a plum blossom in a blank space.
The Cultivators were very shocked and crowded around it.
The plum blossom was very small, and when they looked down the branch, they saw a name that they did not recognize. The Cultivators began to discuss in low voices.
Although the plum blossom was very small, and that low-level monster of the Snowy Kingdom had not been killed by Jing Jiu himself, it was still a beginning.
The truly shocking matter was yet to come.
The painter didn't leave after he had finished painting the plum blossom. Instead, he picked up a new brush, dipped it in ink, and drew a black line on the name solemnly.
It was deathly quiet under the roofed corridor.
Someone had finally died in the Cultivation tournament.
Who was Dai Ying?
Why was he in the group of Jing Jiu?
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There was a strange peak above the clouds at the highest point of the Nishiyama House. The floating clouds outside the railing couldn't block the sceneries of Zhaoge City.
The Sect Master of Kunlun stood by the railing, his eyes narrowed, his expression extremely cold.
Dai Ying was a disciple trained by Kunlun, but he had died in such a manner. There was definitely something wrong with this.
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