Suian Island.
Wenke comes.
The huge hall was now crowded with monks, all dressed in different styles, each occupying a corner of the store. There were no loud conversations or other movements.
Everyone just sat so quietly, looking at the door where Wen Ke came with a vague look.
Sui'an Island is the place where this fishing event is held. Wen Ke Lai is the place where all the participating sects and families settled in the first half of the battle.
All sects and families participating in the Hundred Gestures Competition need to follow their respective invitations and move into Wenke Lai before midnight today.
If it exceeds sub-time, it will be automatically eliminated.
In other words, the first half of the fishing event, with hundreds of rivals vying for success, has already begun on the day the invitation is delivered.
With so many monks staying here, they are naturally not idle, but waiting for a result.
While waiting for the results, you can also take a look at the strength of other participants.
Now, it is Shen Shi, less than three hours away from midnight.
The sky had already begun to darken when Wen Ke came outside, the twilight was heavy, and the shadow cast by the open door was a bit thick. All the monks waiting in the hall, even if their eyes did not fall on the door, their consciousness did not relax at all.
Suddenly, several shallow or dark shadows were slowly projected on the door where Wen Ke came, and the monks in the hall were all refreshed.
Before you see the person, hear his voice first.
"Master, what's going on with An Island this year? Isn't it under the jurisdiction of the Fan family? Why do people dare to intercept it in the clear sky?" The girl's delicate voice was filled with anger and complaints.
"Junior sister Chen, it's no longer blue sky and white sun." Then, a clear voice slowly sounded, seriously refuting the girl's complaints.
"Okay, please be quiet outside."
Both voices were suppressed by the last voice. The speaker seemed to be a little old. Although he asked the two to be quiet, his tone was very soft.
Following this conversation, the owner of the shadows finally appeared at the door where Wen Ke came.
There were six people in total, all of them women.
The leader was a Taoist nun-like woman in a light blue robe. She was about thirty years old, with gentle eyebrows and a peaceful look. A snow-white whisk in her hand floated gently in the breeze.
To the left and right of him stood a woman who was also wearing a blue robe, and a woman in green clothes.
Behind the three of them, each followed a little Taoist nun. One of the little Taoist nuns had a slight look of anger on her white and tender face, and her pretty eyes made people think of the owner of the pretty voice just now.
The monks in the hall only glanced at the three little nuns at the back, and then they all fell on the three in front.
The visitor did not hide his aura, and the monks in the hall did not conceal their inquiring movements.
There are three golden elixir monks, one is in the late stage of golden elixir, one is in the middle stage of golden elixir, and one is in the early stage of golden elixir.
There are three foundation-building monks, one in the late-stage foundation-building stage and two in the early-stage foundation-building stage.
The monks in the hall immediately took a thorough look at the person's cultivation level, and then most of them looked away.
Such a cultivation level is definitely not considered strong among hundreds of rivals, and can even be said to be very weak.
It doesn't deserve their attention.
Lingchu, who was wearing a long green dress, followed the great elder of Wuwangzhai, Jingxin Zhenren, the Taoist nun who led the way. His eyes turned around in the hall and caught the undisguised contempt and contempt in the eyes of many monks. hostility.
He slightly bent his eyes, but didn't care much in his heart.
Back then, Lingchu made a deal with Master Jingshui, the head of Wuwangzhai, in exchange for becoming the elder of Wuwangzhai's guest minister, in exchange for a chance to enter the Wuwangzhai Patriarch Hall.
That time when he entered the Wuwangzhai Patriarch Hall, Lingchu did get what he wanted.
Including the agreement made back then and the method of returning to the Eastern Continent.
In the next few years, Lingchu stayed in Wuwangzhai, waiting for Baige Zhengliu to fulfill his last promise to participate in the fishing event for Wuwangzhai, while searching for news about the thunderstorm sea that Senior Zi Ling mentioned back then. .
Today, several years later, the fishing event finally officially started. Wuwangzhai plus Lingchu, there were only five Jindan monks in total. It was impossible for everyone to come out for the fishing event.
As the leader of Wuwangzhai, Master Jingshui could not leave Wuwangzhai easily. In the end, the team was led by the great elder of Wuwangzhai, Master Jingxin, the third elder Master Jingyan, and the three elders Lingchu, respectively. He took a disciple who was in the foundation-building realm and went to the fishing event.
Qingshui Zhenren doesn't have any big requirements, and his goal is very simple, which is to become one of the hundreds of competing companies.
You don’t even need to be ranked, just being ranked 100th is fine.
For a small sect like Wuwangzhai, as long as it enters the quota of one hundred families, there will be many benefits.
The sects and families that can participate in the fishing event must all have Jindan Masters. In the hall, the most numerous people are Jindan Masters. The auras of countless Jindan masters are intertwined and gathered in the hall, and they greet them unceremoniously. He pressed down the newly arrived Wuwangzhai and others.
Even if they don't feel that the small sect in front of them poses any big threat, as long as they participate in the Hundred Geges Struggle, they are all enemies, regardless of whether they are strong or not.
As long as it was an enemy, whether it was a show of force or direct means of forcing the opponent, all the monks tacitly agreed to put pressure on everyone in Wuwangzhai.
Some monks, even hidden among them, did not attack the few people in the Jindan realm, but attacked the foundation-building disciples behind Lingchu and the others.
A strange color flashed across the peaceful face of the leader, Master Jingxin. He rolled up the dust in his hand, and a breeze rose from the ground and rolled up the wind around the people in Wuwangzhai.
Quietly, he resisted all the mixed spiritual energy coming from all directions.
The two collided in mid-air and then turned into nothingness.
There was only a gust of wind, which slightly raised the sleeves and skirts of everyone in Wuwangzhai, indicating an invisible duel that had just occurred.
Master Jingyan is a woman with beautiful eyebrows, slender frame, fair skin, and a crystal cinnabar dotted between her eyebrows. When the breeze blows, her sleeves are fluttering, but her slightly drooped eyes have never changed. She is as calm as a statue. Porcelain statue.
But when divine consciousness attacked several foundation-building disciples, Master Jingyan slowly raised his eyes.
A powerful spiritual consciousness surged out, crushing all the surrounding spiritual consciousness. At the same time, a cold snort suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.
The expressions of all the monks in the hall changed.
Even Lingchu glanced sideways at Master Jingyan in slight surprise.
The third elder of Wuwangzhai said very little along the way and did not take any action. Unexpectedly, his spiritual consciousness was so powerful.
