Half an hour passed.
The sect leader on the stage cleared his throat, finally showing signs of finishing his speech.
He raised his sleeve and shouted.
"Please, ancestors!!"
At this shout, the disciple beside the sect leader, with a devout expression, picked up a painting, and the painting rose into the air.
Gingerbread squinted at the scene.
The man in the portrait stands holding a sword, his red robe fluttering in the wind, his black hair reaching his waist.
What a magnificent and infinitely beautiful sight!
Is this the founding ancestor of the Sword Sect?
If so, this ancestor is truly extraordinary. Most sword cultivators are simple and rigid, at most having a cold and taciturn style.
Like this, dressed in red with black hair.
It's rare to see beauty that's so aggressive.
While she was lost in thought, the others were respectfully worshipping their ancestors.
"Three bows!!"
"rise!!"
"The 100th Sword Sect Spirit Contract Tournament!"
"Officially, let's begin!"
The sect leader finished speaking.
The sound of bells came from all directions, and at the same time, white cranes took flight.
Above the altar, a misty haze swirled, and cranes fluttered their pure white wings.
Several loud explosions were heard not far away.
A vortex appeared in mid-air, and the vortex grew louder and louder with the sound of bells until the cave entrance was fully open.
A radiant glow burst forth from within.
"Oh my god..."
Gingerbread couldn't help but open its mouth and crane its neck to look at the hole.
This guy!
If it weren't for time travel, I would never have encountered such a breathtaking scene in several lifetimes.
"The Sword Tomb has been opened!"
"We sincerely wish all our disciples success in achieving their goals and a triumphant return!!!"
Beneath the Sword Tomb.
Tens of thousands of disciples raised their swords in unison and shouted in unison, "We obey the sect leader's command!"
"We will live up to the honor of the Sword Saint's lineage!"
That’s all!
The disciple beside Gingerbread flew away on his sword with a "whoosh whoosh whoosh," gracefully transforming into a streak of light and departing.
"..."
The car exhaust is huge.
She coughed twice, covered her mouth, and was lifted onto the flying sword by her senior sister, thinking that her bangs were about to fly off again.
Liu Zheng immediately activated the Wind-Fixing Pearl.
"Senior sister, see you in the secret realm!"
"Yes, my junior sister and I will arrive shortly after."
After finishing their conversation, Wen Yuzhao flew away first.
Gingerbread hugged her senior sister's leg, feeling both relieved and excited as she flew into the Sword Tomb with the vast crowd.
A sudden dizziness.
Just as she was about to vomit, the gingerbread finally landed on the ground.
I almost lost half my life!
I rested for a while, panting, and looked around at the vast expanse of white, with no one around me.
The senior students are not here.
Even the disciples from other peaks couldn't see it.
"..."
What happened to protecting her?!
Where did they go?
Everything else was white except for her, which was very glaring.
She stretched out her hand, her fingers engulfed in thick fog; the white, heavy fog, like snow, was actually mist.
Following the usual formula in TV dramas.
The protagonist will absolutely not sit idly by and wait to die! He will definitely break through the thick fog and then obtain an opportunity.
This will inevitably involve various risks.
Gingerbread clenched her small cloth bag stuffed with snacks and nodded as if she had made up her mind.
The next second.
"thump!!"
He plopped down on the spot.
After settling down, he took out a few pieces of sweet cake from his cloth bag and started eating them while shaking his leg.
What opportunity?
What contractual senior's spiritual consciousness?
She has no interest!
She'd only been in the cultivation world for a few days; she hadn't had enough fun yet, and she couldn't just die like that!
"Hiccup~"
He choked on his food and quickly took out his water bottle.
At this moment, on the platform, important figures of the sect happened to see Jiang Bingbing eating heartily through the illusion mirror. Sect Leader Wuya chuckled and stroked his beard.
Immortal Lord Qingxue was initially anxious, but seeing that Gingerbread wasn't running around, the weight lifted from his heart.
His young apprentice's safety is of utmost importance.
The other peak masters exchanged glances.
Heart.
"That's really stupid!"
Regardless of whether a sworn brotherhood can be formed, the Sword Tomb contains countless sword techniques, cultivation methods, and rare and precious materials.
This young girl from Immortal Jade Peak is truly without desires or wants. Amidst sighs of pity, the elders and peak masters even felt a touch of envy.
How could they, who deal with so many unpleasant things every day, have such a state of mind?
The scene in the illusion mirror quickly cuts off.
Nobody wants to keep watching an idiot eat and drink.
And in the secret realm.
Gingerbread had almost finished her snacks, but there wasn't a soul in sight. She stood up, rubbing her numb bottom, and muttered under her breath, "Fine, I won't leave!"
"Does it have to be done?"
She waved.
The fog doesn't seem so thick anymore.
Gingerbread waved its hands in the air as it staggered along.
I walked less than fifty meters.
Finally, I heard someone speaking!
Hearing the conversation between strangers not far away, Gingerbread's expression changed from surprise to be strange.
"Senior brother, you're hurting me."
The woman spoke in a sweet, delicate voice, followed by the man's heavy breathing.
"Jin Yao, it's been half a year since we last met. I've missed you terribly."
...
Are these young lovers getting intimate?
So incredibly embarrassing!
Gingerbread wisely prepared to take another route, but then heard the two men talking again.
"You have the nerve to say that? The sect leader said that after this Spirit Contract Conference, I would marry Ling Hanchuan."
"When are you going to tell your father and the sect leader about our matter?"
The woman's tone carried a hint of resentment.
Is there any melon?
Gingerbread's eyes lit up, and he pricked up his ears to listen.
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