With a loud bang, Yang Chansong flew backwards.

Although it was only a few dozen meters away and failed to hurt him severely, it also dispelled the murderous idea in his heart.

Yang Chansong was stunned for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears: "I didn't expect that when I was alive, I could still see the Chilei League Ancestral Temple when I was awake."

"Boy, did you wake me up?"

Ye Xinghe nodded slightly and bowed, "Junior Ye Xinghe, senior elder of the Chilei League."

"Very good! The young man is terrifying!"

Yang Chansong nodded in praise and said, "I have no strength left, so I can only go back to the spiritual card to cultivate."

"Ye Xinghe, I hope that when I wake up again, you are already a strong man!"

Ye Xinghe was full of confidence and focused on the key points.

Yang Chansong was satisfied and returned to the spirit card to rest in peace.

Wen Chengye announced loudly: "Ye Xinghe, we will make great contributions to the soul of the second leader of the Chilei Alliance!"

"The special reward is 1,000 points, ranking first!"

Everyone was full of envy and approached Ye Xinghe, and they were all flattering.

If Ye Xinghe had not seen him, he would continue to search for the spiritual cards of other ancestors.

Until the end of time, he had recovered seven seniors from the Red Thunder League.

When everyone returned, Wen Chengye whispered: "This round of competition is over!"

"Ye Xinghe ranked first with a high score of 1,650!"

"Congratulations to Ye Xinghe for advancing to the top elder!"

There was warm applause in the crowd, which lasted for a long time.

Ye Xinghe smiled humbly, neither arrogant nor impatient.

Wen Chengye flipped his palm, took out a golden pill and handed it to Ye Xinghe.
Chapter completed!