On the wall of Wanliu City, the old blind man sat cross-legged.
Behind them, powerful cultivators from Wanliu City appeared at various places on the city wall. They were all top casual cultivators from Wanliu City who had written their names on the children's paper earlier. They looked at the scene in front of them with some interest.
There is a wide field, circular in shape, with almost no end visible at a glance. There is a huge stone platform every hundred feet, on which dozens of people can stand, and in the center is a Tai Chi Pisces pattern.
Regarding this battle between the human race and the younger generation of the Demon Realm and the Immortal Demon Platform, it is not just as simple as selecting five people to represent the human race, but more importantly, there is a deeper meaning behind it.
For example, the strength of the sects in Linghuang, the size of the foundations of the Nine Holy Lands in the next hundred or even thousand years, etc., etc., and even some secret unspeakable bargaining chips, such as Lingbei and other treasures, are all included in this assessment. middle.
The people in Wanliu City didn't care about this, but it didn't stop them from watching the excitement in Linghuang.
Within half an hour, crowds of people entered the huge round platform under the city wall.
First of all, there were the elders and disciples from Laojun Temple and Hidden Moon Sect. They wisely took a place on the outermost stone platform and looked at the scene in the center with awe.
For these sect disciples who come from the second, third or even lower ranks of Linghuang, it is a blessing to be able to enter the city. They dare not ask for anything extravagant. And if they are lucky enough to see some of the battles and battles of the real top geniuses of Linghuang, Then the conversation after returning to the sect will be enough for them to show off for a few more years.
"Who is Reiichi?"
"Where is Sword Immortal Zuotaa?"
"I heard that Fairy He Pianpian of Yaochi is a real fairy, but I don't know if I can see her."
"I would also like to know who Shen Yu is. That is the man from the Sravaka Linghuang."
The elders were still serious, but the disciples were whispering. Facing those legendary figures, their eyes were immature and full of curiosity, and they kept scanning the round platform.
Immediately afterwards, a surge of Qi came out of the sky, and several people walked out of the city, walked straight to the stone platform in the center, and then sat cross-legged at the same time.
In the center is a dull, middle-aged man with black hair draped over his shoulders, an exaggerated scar on his face, and a Taoist sword on his back.
Looking at this person, many people's eyes were full of fear.
"Why are the Taoist idiots from Qingcheng Mountain here too?"
"It's strange. He must have just passed a hundred years old. He is already a great practitioner in the Taoist Fusion Realm. Logically speaking, he cannot participate in this competition."
"Maybe just to look at."
A familiar person on the wall took a look, his eyes full of amusement, and said: "This guy seems to be doing well in fighting on the big battlefield, and his level has improved, but this time he should be looking for someone to cause trouble. I can watch one more good show.”
As time goes by, more and more people come to the high platform, but the round platforms in the center are always empty.
Suddenly, a meteor fell like a rainbow.
The young man directly occupied the central stone platform on the left. He was just one person, with his hands folded across his chest and his face calm.
Someone exclaimed.
"Reiichi is here!"
Then everyone looked over, and when they saw the back of the person in the rumor, their eyes were full of passion and admiration.
The reason is simple.
Kunlun Wan Jianyi considers himself a man who is not even close to him, and he is also recognized by Linghuang as the number one person among the younger generation!
The strong men on the wall of Wanliu City also looked over involuntarily, with some inexplicable emotion in their eyes.
A martial artist with hideous scars all over his body who stood at the pinnacle of martial arts lamented: "At such a young age, you can see the martial arts luck behind this person, and you feel that the martial arts is at the peak. If you wait until he officially breaks through the seventh level of martial arts after this competition, , I don’t know how many of his peers can see his back.”
When it comes to martial artists, the evaluation is the most realistic and accurate, while the others remained silent.
With the arrival of Li Yi, as if it was a message, the descendants of the Holy Land appeared with rainbow lights.
"Amitabha."/>Another person sat on the central stone platform, Hui Ke of Lingyin Temple.
The black and yellow cassock on his body looked a little broken, and it was obvious that he had gone through a hard battle in the battlefield.
A dozen people appeared on the round stage with the petals flying, each wearing a white gauze on their face, their figure was graceful, and they were indescribably noble.
Yaochi He Pianpian stood the most loyal among the crowd, standing side by side with Xiyao.
The two women looked forward, their white skirts fluttering, forming the most beautiful scenery in Wanliu City. They instantly attracted the attention of countless young disciples, and even the accomplished elders had to recite the Heart Sutra silently. Only then can he stop himself from losing his mind in a daze.
Several more gray-clothed men with a temperament that matched Yaochi's unusual appearance appeared on the high platform, all with their hands in sleeves.
A man with gray eyes and a lifeless face stood at the front.
"Liubo Mountain...isn't it Xi Jiu?" Someone whispered softly.
The disciple who represented Liubo Mountain a long time ago was naturally Xi Jiu, who had a good reputation in the spiritual world. He loved killing monsters most in his life, and more importantly, he had a face with a strong sense of justice.
But I don’t know when, Xi Jiu mysteriously disappeared from the eyes of the world, and was replaced by a young man named Xi Si.
The faint words were spread in the stands, but no one paid attention to them. Xi Si closed his eyes and rested without saying a word.
Immediately afterwards, everyone faintly smelled a strong aroma of wine, and then there was a flash of sword light in the sky, and a vicissitudes of life man with a gourd in hand and a drunken eye appeared on the stone platform.
"It's Zuo Tai'a of Sword Immortal City." Someone revealed the identity of the person who came.
Now when Linghuang talks about sword cultivation, the first thing he mentions is not Jianxian City, which uses swords as the way, but Shen Yu from the Dao Sect.
But everyone knows that it is still the majestic Sword Immortal City that leads the current pinnacle of swordsmanship.
There are ten sword cultivators in the world, and Sword Immortal City has only nine swordsmen.
"I don't know who is stronger in swordsmanship, Zuo Tai'a or Shen Yu!"
Countless people are thinking this.
Immediately afterwards, several young men in coarse linen and linen clothes appeared quietly on a high platform in the center. There were three flowers on their heads and there were five auras lingering on them.
"Dongwang Island, who is the person in charge?"
"You asked the right question. I happen to know that person, Chongxu, the top disciple of Dongwang Island."
Someone recognized the Dongwangdao group and said proudly.
Disciples from Dongwang Island have rarely appeared in Linghuang Continent. As the oldest and mysterious sect in the Nine Holy Lands, Dongwang Island is said to be a lineage of Qi practitioners inherited from ancient times.
His strength is even more mysterious. No one knows how advanced the island master, who is known as the ancestor of the Earth Immortals, is.
Immediately afterwards, the Kunlun Master arrived. Before anyone could take a look, Chuchen Lao Dao in the center raised his head and said, "Wan Jianyi was seriously injured in the battlefield and will not be able to recover when he comes back, so he abstained from this competition."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole audience let out uncontrollable exclamations. They all looked at each other and could see the disbelief in their hearts.
Kunlun Wan Jianyi was born with Taoism. Apart from losing to Li Yi when he was young, he had never met an opponent.
However, today I had to withdraw from this competition due to serious injury?
"Why? Why did Wan Jianyi lose before the competition?"
Someone couldn't help but ask.
The old Taoist said calmly: "I didn't lose, I just fought too hard in there, so I killed a guy who was ranked sixth in the Ten Thousand Demons Map, and I was also injured a little."
After the words fell, everyone was stunned again.
The person who asked earlier had his tongue tangled up and murmured: "Zai...zai...just kill it like this?"
As we all know, the Ten Thousand Demons Chart is a ranking of the strength of the younger generation of the Demon Clan. Like the Lingyun Ranking, the guys who can be ranked in the top ten must also be the young and strong ones of the Demon Clan.
And such people were killed by Wan Jianyi before they even reached the Immortal and Demon Stage.
Although it can be imagined that Wan Jianyi also paid a huge price, it does not affect the public at all.
people's admiration.
The old blind man had known about this for a long time. He looked calm and nodded slightly.
There was a brief calm in the air.
The crowd's eyes began to focus on a vacant seat in the center of the stone platform.
Among other places, only here is still empty.
Apart from the academy, there are no disciples born in the Nine Holy Lands. Naturally, there is another place. Although there are few people, it is an existence that no one present will ignore.
"Uncle Master, I just told you not to be so slow. We have already started."
Ling Jianzi's complaining voice reached here.
The crowd looked over and saw a group of people just walking over from the city.
At the front is a young man wearing a green shirt, beside him are Ye Zhiqiu and Jiang Shaoqiu, and behind them are Qingshan Lingjianzi and Douyaer.
The six people just walked over calmly facing everyone's gaze.
Everyone on the top of the Wanliu City Wall cast an appraising look, but there was a strange emotion in their eyes when they saw this scene.
The people of Daozong were decisive in killing and never cared about life or death when fighting with others. Therefore, Wanliu City was the worst place to die in terms of death, even worse than the Bian family in the city.
And although this group of people is relatively young now, it is still the largest group of Dao Sect members ever.
Xiyao looked at the side face of the man in the front, and clearly saw a trace of reluctance hidden in it. Her crescent-like eyes narrowed unconsciously, and she couldn't help but smile.
He Pianpian asked curiously: "Senior sister?"
Xiyao smiled and said, "Why, I've never seen senior sister looking at men."
He Pianpian was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly and shook her head.
"Our place should be there!"
Ling Jianzi pointed at the round platform next to Li Yi in the center, and then said with emotion: "Uncle Master, we really have a good reputation now that you are here."
Shen Yu said calmly: "The cards?"
"The dialect of Wanliu City means that you have a lot of face." Dou Ya'er explained.
Shen Yu nodded and passed by the people on the stone platform.
When passing a certain stone platform very close to the wall, suddenly, a cold and hostile voice came over.
"I heard that you don't dare to participate in this Fairy and Demon Stage, so what qualifications do you have to stand there?"
The person who exported is a Taoist idiot from Qingcheng Mountain.
Everyone subconsciously held their breath.
Shen Yu ignored it and walked to the stone platform in the center. Then he turned his head and looked at the man sitting cross-legged on the ground and said, "I'm from the Dao Sect."
