The Yaogu Sect and Nansheng Sect monks arrived at the north of Fengqiao Town at the same time. The tens of thousands of Fengqiao Town monks who were watching naturally turned their attention to the powerful Nansheng Sect.
Tang Xiong, the leader of the Nansheng Sect, was dressed in a fiery red brocade robe, standing proudly on the shining golden flying magic weapon, looking down at the monks. As the most powerful person in the immortal world of Maple Bridge Town, he had a majestic aura in his movements. .
Behind him, in addition to a group of foundation-building elders from the Southern Saint Sect, there were also Southern Saint Third Young Master Shang Junyi and others. After that, there were nearly fifty elite disciples in the late stage of Qi training, both in terms of number and equipment. His rank is obviously much higher than that of the Yaogu Sect, and even the casual cultivators in Fengqiao Town below feel ashamed and envious.
"Sect Master Tang, are you okay?" Zhao Yuanzhen, the leader of the Yaogu Sect, twirled his beard and fisted from afar.
Tang Xiong snorted coldly, his sharp gaze swept across the flying jade fan weapon, and finally his consciousness was fixed on Ye Ling, who was wearing a moon-white satin gown, and he was pressed down by the spiritual pressure of a foundation-building powerhouse.
Ye Ling was shocked. It seemed that Tang Xiong, as the leader of a sect, was very vindictive. He hurriedly immersed most of his mind in the Xianfu Jade Pendant. He was not afraid of Tang Xiong's spiritual pressure and still stood still, as if he was unaware of it.
Sect Master Zhao was stunned for a moment before he noticed that Tang Xiong's spiritual consciousness was different. He quickly exhaled the aura of the seventh level of foundation building and stood in front of Ye Ling to resist his spiritual pressure. He also sent out a divine sound with great concern. Read: "How's it going? You're not hurt, are you?"
"No! The disciple is very good." Ye Ling said calmly, looking at the golden disk magic weapon flying from the south, with a chill in his eyes!
Tang Xiong, the leader of the Nansheng Sect, felt a shiver in his heart and had a look of surprise on his face. After putting pressure on Ye Ling, he expected that he would suffer internal injuries, or at least that his energy and blood would surge and blood would spurt out from his mouth. Unexpectedly, Tang Xiong suddenly felt a sense of loss of consciousness, which puzzled Tang Xiong.
Sect Master Zhao also glared at Tang Xiong. Disciples from the two sects met at the qi training disciple competition in Fengqiao Town. Fortune was determined by fate, and life and death were determined by heaven. It was not his turn, the leader of a sect and a strong man at the ninth level of foundation building, to secretly attack. A stumbling block, bullying a junior.
"Disciple, the inner curse on Shang Junyi and the others was probably forcibly lifted by Tang Xiong. You should be more careful!"
Sect Leader Zhao said in a deep voice that he had also heard his direct disciple Zuo Boming report the situation in the Grand Canyon and knew that Ye Ling had severely ripped off Cao Zhen, Shang Junyi and others in the name of treatment. Now, in return, he also used his spiritual consciousness to scan around the elite disciples of Nansheng Sect, and found this situation, with a worried look on his face.
"Yes, disciple understands." Ye Ling's expression was still calm and indifferent, and he could not see any emotion or anger. At the same time, he also saw through Tang Xiong's character, protective of shortcomings, despicable, and obsessed with saving face.
Because forcibly breaking the curse on others requires exhausting one's energy, which is extremely costly. It was extremely difficult for Tang Xiong to do this for the glory of their Nan Sheng Sect.
The monks from the two sects got off the flying magic weapons and came to the other eight arenas outside the main arena.
Each arena represents a fairy gate.
According to the practice of Qi training disciple competition in Fengqiao Town, those present, whether they are casual cultivators or family disciples, who want to join the Immortal Sect, will go to the arena to compete. In the end, the strongest person will be determined. The main arena competes for the top five positions, and the ultimate reward of the competition is the Foundation Establishment Pill.
The disciples of the five major sects in Fengqiao Town are different. They must go to a fixed arena to compete. This is also a commitment made by the sect to the immortal sect above, and it has the responsibility to provide outstanding talents to the immortal sect.
Therefore, the monks of Yaogu Sect stood under the arena of Tiandan Immortal Sect, while the monks of Nansheng Sect arrived under the arena of Jinge Immortal Sect.
Ye Ling's eyes were always paying attention to the strong men gathered near the Tiandan Immortal Sect Arena, and suddenly he spotted a graceful figure, which was particularly conspicuous surrounded by the servants.
Lu Xinmei also saw Ye Ling, and the two smiled at each other.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, I don't dare to hope that I will compete with you for the first place in this competition, but when the time comes to compete for the last strong person outside each competition, please help me, Daoist Ye!"
Lu Xinmei blinked her big, watery eyes at Ye Ling, and conveyed her spiritual consciousness with a smile.
It turns out that in order to compete for the top five rankings in the main arena, ten people must be gathered together. In addition to the champions of the nine major arenas, there is still one vacant competition place. This place is for the strong ones other than the champion.
As an alchemy cultivator, Lu Xinmei wanted to join the Tiandan Immortal Sect, but she also thought that she was no match for her old friend Ye Ling, so she had to condescend to the second best and compete for the last vacant spot. Only then could she hope to compete for the top five in the competition. ranking.
Ye Ling nodded seriously, knowing what she meant: Lu Xinmei made up her mind not to compete with him for the title of Heavenly Pill Immortal Sect, but she wanted his help to remove obstacles along the way.
This was also a kind of deal, or a tacit understanding, between him and Lu Xinmei.
As for the junior brothers and sisters like Zuo Boming and Xie Xiang beside him, Ye Ling didn't have a close relationship with them, so he didn't have to give in to them when fighting for the championship. What's more, with their strength, they are not qualified to trade with Ye Ling, and even if they enter the main arena, they will not be able to grab a top five spot.
Not long after, Yun Cang Sect's Yun Tuan magic weapon and Feng Chi Sect's female cultivator's lotus leaf magic weapon flew in one after another and stood under the arena of Dixuan Immortal Sect and Youyue Immortal Sect respectively.
The person leading the female cultivators of Fengchi Sect was actually a second-generation disciple of the Youyue Immortal Sect in the foundation-building period, which made people look at her with suspicion.
Xie Xiang still looked around, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "The people competing for the Heavenly Pill Immortal Sect are mostly the shopkeepers and clerks of the drug stores and chambers of commerce in Nanchengfang City, Fengqiao Town, and there are also many low-priced casual cultivators. Just joining in the fun, in fact, not many people can actually fight in the ring!"
Zuo Boming nodded in agreement, looked at the sky, and said expectantly: "Hey, let's go to the ring to compete. The inner and outer disciples of our sect will also come to cheer. It's just that they turned from the sect's teleportation array to Feng Qiao Town, come later.”
"Okay! We can't embarrass the sect, we have to compare the casual cultivators of Maple Bridge Town with the family cultivators!" Xie Xiang puffed up her chest and said proudly.
Ye Ling had no interest in his own disciples coming to cheer for him. He continued to quietly spread his consciousness around the Tiandan Immortal Sect arena, looking for strong men worthy of attention.
"I wonder if the local ghost cultivators, demon cultivators and evil cultivators are interested in the Tiandan Immortal Sect? However, no monks from Rakshasa Valley have been found yet. They must have all gone to the Wood Puppet Immortal Sect or the Spirit Talisman Immortal Sect. "
Ye Ling was thinking secretly in his heart, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw the figures of Meng Chang and Sun Erhu looking around in the crowd, and he immediately sent a spiritual message to them.
Meng and Sun quickly turned around, finally squeezing through the crowd, bowing to their brothers and sisters, and finally came to Ye Ling.
