Xuanji Mountain is a vast mountain range, with winding clear rivers rushing, surrounding and isolating the mountains and mists, making this mountain a bit majestic.

Now, the empty Xuanji Mountain is obviously extremely crowded after accommodating all the inner sects.

At this time, a cloud fell from the sky and landed on a mountain. Meng Xiaochen waved his sleeves and the clouds dissipated, revealing the disciples of Tianji Garden.

The disciples were also a little excited. After all, this kind of grand event was only a few times in the Xuanji Sect in a year.

"Is this the venue for the selection of purple crowns?" Song Jue looked up at the towering mountains, with ancient trees standing in them, extremely lush and covered with mist, making them look a little mysterious.

"That's right, this is Xuanji Mountain. Every purple crown selection is held here." Meng Xiaochen's face, which had always been stern and stern, was full of smiles when he looked at Song Jue. It can be seen that Meng Xiaochen knew that Tianji Garden had really picked up the treasure in vain for Song Jue's unexpected achievements.

"All the disciples who run for election will be thrown into this mountain range and fight against each other."

Song Jue nodded. It seemed that the selection of the purple crown was a melee. This kind of melee is obviously much more complicated than the kind of lottery and single-handed fight, because it represents chaos and no rules.

Everything is for the final victory.

"The Purple Crown selection rules are that there is no rule. As long as it does not hurt your life, the sect will not reject it. The sect does not want to cultivate disciples who have the strength but lose their brains and means."

Meng Xiaochen looked at Song Jue and reminded him.

Song Jue expressed his agreement that there is no danger for disciples to practice within the sect now, but in the future, disciples will encounter many crises outside. If they only know how to do it recklessly, they may not live long.

Meng Xiaochen pointed to the misty mountain range and said, "There are ten peaks deep in Xuanji Mountain. Those who climb to the top ten are the top ten. The top ten are also the purple crown disciples selected every time, and none of the other disciples advanced. Therefore, the purple crown selection is very cruel."

Song Jue nodded and asked again: "How can I decide?"

"We will only know after the top ten are at the top, because every battle between the top ten is different from the past." Meng Xiaochen said.

Song Jue nodded and stopped talking.

At this moment, a cloud suddenly fell from the sky and fell to Xiaoxiao. She was Yunluo from Binglian Peak.

In an instant, countless hot eyes were projected. These two were the top beauties of the Xuanji Sect. Now standing together, just like this, the contrast of their faces made people's heart beat faster.

Yunluo first bowed like Meng Xiaochen, and then said, "Song Jue is afraid that he will suffer a great loss in this purple crown selection."

Xiaoxiao caressed Tiantian in her arms, not saying anything.

Yunluo stared at Xiaoxiao and said, "I can ask the disciples of Binglian Peak to help."

Xiao Xiao Youran said, "I think... he doesn't need it."

Yunluo did not talk to Song Jue, but looked for herself, obviously asking her to owe her favors, but Xiaoxiao had a proud personality, so how could she owe Yunluo a favor?

Yun Luo frowned and said, "You are too arrogant, right? Do you know how many people want to touch him? And I know that he is the only one in Tianji Garden to run for the election."

"So he can only rely on himself." Xiao Xiao said.

Yun Luo regained his voice and said, "Do you think he can fight Jian Jifeng alone?"

She felt that Xiaoxiao's words were too irresponsible.

Xiao Xiao said in disguisely: "If he doesn't do it, he deserves it. Anyway, he is still young, and losing one or two is not a bad thing."

Yunluo was speechless, but she knew that this was not what Xiaoxiao thought, so she immediately pondered slightly and said, "Do you really think he can compete with Jian Jifeng?"

"You'll know if you try it. Anyway, it's embarrassing to lose." Xiao Xiao smiled.

Yunluo stared at Song Jue, then finally looked at Xiaoxiao, and said seriously: "I don't think he can do it."

"I think he is the leader of this year."

"Then let's bet too?"

Xiao Xiao chuckled and said, "Just bet on two promises."

Yunluo said loudly: "Okay!"

...

At the gathering of disciples of Jian Jifeng, Wu Jing, Wen Renjian and others stood together.

Next to Wu Jing was a young man with a tall body and a faint smile on his lips. His eyes were sharp and full of aggressiveness. Obviously, he was not a good person.

This person's name is Li Zhi, who is a disciple of Ziguan. His grandfather is an elder of Jian Jifeng, and he is also very famous in Jian Jifeng.

"Jing'er, I heard that many disciples in the sect have suppressed Song Jueying." Li Zhi said with a smile.

"But it's good that the higher the expectations of those people, the greater the disappointment and anger when he falls."

"This time, it's time for this junior brother who has been smooth sailing down, so as not to think that I'm no one is there."

Wu Jing smiled slightly, not saying anything.

"Junior Brother Wenren, I feel sorry for you this time." Li Zhi smiled at Wenrenjian beside him.

Wen Renjian smiled and said, "Yesterday, Senior Brother Liancheng gathered us disciples who participated in the selection."

"Senior Brother Liancheng?"

Li Zhi and Wu Jing were both shocked when they heard this name. This was their second saint son of Jian Jifeng, with a reputation that was second only to the top.

"What did Senior Brother Liancheng say?" Li Zhi asked hurriedly.

"Senior Brother Liancheng said that young people are too energetic nowadays and should be suppressed, so let's just let it go." Wen Renjian said with a smile.

A joy appeared in Li Zhi's eyes, but he didn't expect Lian Cheng to stand on their side. It seemed that Song Jue had been so jumping lately.

Now that Lian Cheng said this, the other two disciples who participated in the selection of Jian Jifeng could not target them without trying their best.

"Song Jue has no chance at all." Li Zhi smiled knowingly.

…

Ding! Ding!

As time goes by, the crisp bell roar begins to ring.

And shortly after the bell roar sounded, all the disciples felt a huge aura falling from the sky, and the indescribable pressure dissipated, making the heaven and earth tremble slightly.

The disciples saw several lights and shadows falling from the sky and finally landed on the highest mountain outside Xuanji Mountain, where several stone mounts stood.

The several lights and shadows sat down on the stone pedestal, and when the light dissipated, they appeared.

It is the sect leader, Mr. Piaomiao and the six peak masters!

"Greetings to the sect leader!"

"Greetings to all the peak masters!"

The disciples and elders all bent over and clasped their fists and said respectfully.

Master Piaomiao smiled and nodded slightly, then the grand voice resounded.

"The time has come, disciples, please enter the mountain!"

As his voice fell, the world suddenly boiled.

This long-awaited Purple Crown selection has finally begun.

boom!

When the grand voice of Master Piaomiao fell, the atmosphere in the whole world was instantly detonated.

Swish! Swish!

Under the fiery eyes of the disciples, lights and shadows suddenly rose up, swept across the winding river, and finally fell into the misty mountain range.

Song Jue took a deep breath, and the blood in his body was slightly boiling in such an atmosphere.

"Junior Brother Song (Senior Brother)... Come on!"

The brothers around were also shouting to cheer for Song Jue. Only Song Jue went to fight in Tianji Garden. He not only represented himself, but also the face of Tianji Garden.

Song Jue looked at Xiaoxiao, who smiled faintly at him, and a voice came: "Yunluo made a bet with me, don't embarrass me."

Song Jue shook his head helplessly, and he soared into the sky, turned into a ray of light and shadow, falling straight into the mist mountain range.

On the distant mountain peak, Li Zhi and other sword disciples looked at Song Jue's figure who was throwing into the mountains with a slightly cold eyes. They also sneered, and in the next moment, they also rushed out.

So, amid the cheers all over the mountains, many disciples entered the venue.

After the disciples entered the venue, they saw that the spiritual energy gathered in the sky and turned into huge light mirrors. In the light mirror, many figures from the mountains were projected for disciples outside to observe the fierce battle in the selection of purple crowns.
Chapter completed!