There are many people with mixed opinions, so naturally there is everyone. Some people naturally began to poke their heads in the air and quietly comment on others.
"I don't think this so-called Immortal Palace is a big deal. The people behind the scenes have been hiding their heads and tail, and they have come up with such sinister tricks to attract internal strife. It's not like they have ulterior motives..." Hey, bro, you're actually pretty good. A breath of fresh air among the smart, hot-headed crowd. However, this seems a bit unwise to say.
"I don't think it's just a pretense to lure us into a trap." Sober Man X2. You won't be assassinated?
"That's right, they have attracted so many country bumpkins. I really don't know which mountain valley these people come from? Why have I never seen them before?"
"Can you please lower your voice? Have you forgotten that A Ming had his tongue cut off on the spot for talking nonsense last time? Some demon cultivators are unreasonable..." I don't know if it shocked some people, but the voice seemed to be quieter instantly, but There are still many people chattering.
"What do you mean? In a land as big as Middle-earth, with countless sects and sects, what's wrong with people keeping a low profile?"
"That is, you don't keep your eyes open to see clearly when you talk about others. Your cultivation is not as good as those bumpkins you talk about."
There must be dissenting voices. I don't know who's sensitive nerves were touched, but the other party's voice soon became louder again... everything was said.
In fact, it is normal. Although he is called a monk and embarks on a long road to immortality, he is still a human being in terms of skin. Human beings are social animals. When people talk about communication, they can talk about all kinds of gossip. The essence is to exchange information.
And they in Ningxia also want this effect for themselves.
Originally, it followed the normal development process. Everyone will rob the Mingzhu. I will kill you and you will kill me. It is like raising poison. Only the strongest ones will survive.
However, the intervention of Zhenjun Yuanheng and others caused a subtle change in the situation, and great results were achieved. A large number of monks who were lucky enough to obtain the Mingzhu gathered here.
It doesn't matter if others have it or not. As long as they have a hell bead in their hands, they all want to come over and get a share of the pie.
Perhaps it was because many people had Mingzhu in their hands, and some particularly powerful people were specifically attacked by Zhenjun Yuanheng, and their strength levels were artificially weakened in a short period of time. Therefore, the fighting conflicts have naturally been weakened a lot.
What's more important is that if more people possess Ming Beads, then there will naturally be more people who are qualified to come here to compete for qualifications.
Probably not even a certain weapon spirit would have imagined that nearly two-thirds of the monks who entered the Immortal Palace would be standing on this land holding the Ming Bead, waiting to compete for qualifications. The remaining one-third were injured or did not come due to some considerations, and at least one-third of them came over to watch the fun or to pick up the missing ones.
Therefore, as soon as the pedestal was opened, the surroundings were already densely packed with monks, each occupying the top of the hill, silently confronting each other, or staring closely at the hill where the pedestal was located, always on guard against changes.
The crowds are so dense and the distances are so close that this area is made to look like a vegetable market, with everything you need.
Some people don't dare to talk about the disciples of those sects. They point at the monks they don't see, as if they are superior to others.
Of course, some people don't like this kind of behavior that is similar to gossiping, and they don't bother to refute, and their sarcastic skills are wide open.
And those real big ones are almost all in the front row, either together in one place, or standing in separate groups, each with its own circle, and they have no intention of cooperating with the lower-level teams.
It’s true that when there are too many people, it’s difficult to guarantee that the quality will vary. Some people are really less capable, but they are more suitable for telling stories, and their craftsmanship is even more exciting than those of storytellers.
Ning Xia and others also heard it and called him a good guy. Some conjectures and assumptions were not even written down in the script, but instead were compiled with flavor by these ordinary monks who could be considered a mass. This is a lively commentary that is more exciting than the main text.
If the story hadn't involved them, Ningxia might have held her hands and applauded them.
Because the bumpkin the other party mentioned... seems to be them.
They cheered and came in a large group, and it was impossible for them to come quietly, and they were somewhat eye-catching in the first place.
I don't think they are lucky. It happened that a group of people came in from the other side, and they were all the focus of attention, so their attention was naturally attracted.
Under such a situation, the monks in the southeastern border, who were originally as wary as if they were facing a powerful enemy, felt a little ridiculous in their hearts... If they didn't tell them, it was probably unlikely that anyone would find out.
This is completely different from what they thought. So their work was in vain?
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In fact, it is normal. Although he is called a monk and embarks on a long road to immortality, he is still a human being in terms of skin. Human beings are social animals. When people talk about communication, they can talk about all kinds of gossip. The essence is to exchange information.
And they in Ningxia also want this effect for themselves.
Originally, it followed the normal development process. Everyone will rob the Mingzhu. I will kill you and you will kill me. It is like raising poison. Only the strongest ones will survive.
However, the intervention of Zhenjun Yuanheng and others caused a subtle change in the situation, and great results were achieved. A large number of monks who were lucky enough to obtain the Mingzhu gathered here.
It doesn't matter if others have it or not. As long as they have a hell bead in their hands, they all want to come over and get a share of the pie.
Perhaps it is because many people have Mingzhu in their hands, and some particularly powerful people have been specially attacked by Zhenjun Yuanheng, and their strength levels have been artificially weakened in a short period of time. Therefore, the fighting conflicts have naturally been weakened a lot.
What's more important is that if more people possess Ming Beads, then there will naturally be more people who are qualified to come here to compete for qualifications.
Probably not even a certain weapon spirit would have imagined that nearly two-thirds of the monks who entered the Immortal Palace would be standing on this land holding the Ming Bead, waiting to compete for qualifications. The remaining one-third were injured or did not come due to some considerations, and at least one-third of them came over to watch the fun or to pick up the missing ones.
Therefore, as soon as the pedestal was opened, the surroundings were already densely packed with monks, each occupying the top of the hill, silently confronting each other, or staring closely at the hill where the pedestal was located, always on guard against changes.
The crowds are so dense and the distances are so close that this area is made to look like a vegetable market, with everything you need.
Some people don't dare to talk about the disciples of those sects. They point at the monks they don't see, as if they are superior to others.
Of course, some people don't like this kind of behavior that is similar to gossiping, and they don't bother to refute, and their sarcastic skills are wide open.
And those real big ones are almost all in the front row, either together in one place, or standing in separate groups, each with its own circle, and they have no intention of cooperating with the lower-level teams.
