The five teams are: two from Tianlinggen, ten from the arena competition, thirty from the suppliers of rare materials, fifty-five from the alchemy weapon array, and five from the city lord's recommendations.

One hundred and two people in total.

Yan Zixiu discovered that Hongxun, the monk in blue who bullied Shuangqin at the night market, was at the bottom of the recommended candidates.

Hongxun also saw Yan Zixiu and Shuangqin. He was confused. Isn't this young man in white a friend of the city lord? Why is he standing in the team of experts? And he seems to be very familiar with the girl in yellow? Could it be that they are

Are they in a group?

When Shuangqin saw Hongxun, she was a little unhappy and turned away to look at him.

Hongxun was afraid of being scolded by his uncle a few days ago, and he was also afraid that the city lord would find out about his misdeeds and cancel his recommendation, so he never dared to ask his uncle to verify the identity of the young man in white.

Now that he has been recommended, although he has been dangerously at the bottom of the queue, he finally feels stable and is starting to make calculations in his mind.

He quietly sent a transmission note to his uncle, asking him if he remembered that there was a young man in white at the banquet at the City Lord's Mansion, the one who was currently standing in the queue of the experts.

His uncle's name is Wenkang, a late-stage Jindan monk, and his identity is the guard captain of Purple Mist City.

Captain Wenkang received the transmission message from his nephew and saw Yan Zixiu in the crowd. After thinking about it for a while, he had no impression. He replied to his nephew: "There was no such young man in white at the banquet."

Hongxun thought to himself: Okay, you actually tricked me, let’s see how I deal with you.

At a quarter of the hour, a group of people flew out from the city lord's palace and stopped in mid-air in front of everyone. Elder Meng and Deacon Gu were standing behind the group of people.

Although there is a no-fly rule in the city, it is ineffective for these people.

The first two people, one with white beard and white hair and red face, the other with purple face, tall and mighty, are both Nascent Soul stage monks.

The latter was known to Yan Zixiu, who was the Lord Jingwei of Purple Mist City. He had seen it when he used the time retrieval technique to check Hongxun's experience.

The two venerables glanced downwards, and the monks below felt a great pressure.

Yan Zixiu could not use the protective formation at this time, so he also felt the astonishing pressure naturally revealed by the Yuanying Stage monks. If the two bosses deliberately released them, none of the people below would be able to survive. And with this glance,

People feel that everything inside and outside the body is seen through, and it seems that no secrets can be hidden.

Of course, the Immortal Mansion and the Qiankun Ring are exceptions. The level of these treasures exceeds that of this world.

The Lord of Ziwu City, Venerable Jingwei, said loudly: "Dear fellow Taoists, I am the Lord of Ziwu City. Many people must know me. The distinguished guest next to me is Venerable Hao Han of Shenxiao Clan. Thanks to the respect of Shenxiao Clan, I am here.

I, Purple Mist City, hold a promotion event

Immortal Conference. Everyone in this city is rejoicing. Now that the conference is a success, Shenxiao Sect has received many talents. On behalf of the monks and residents of Ziwu City, I would like to express my heartfelt congratulations to Shenxiao Sect! Next, I would like to invite Venerable Hao Han to give you a lecture.

"

The crane-haired and childlike Venerable Hao Han nodded his thanks to the Lord of Jingwei City and began to deliver a speech: "I would like to thank everyone in Ziwu City for their support. Fellow Taoists, our Shenxiao Sect has always believed that doing things should come first, and those who are capable will be promoted and those who are mediocre will be demoted. As long as you work hard and work hard.

, the future must be bright..."

Yan Zixiu thought to himself, what about doing things first? What about people's hearts? If the sect puts doing things first, it can only become a powerful machine without emotions, turning the monks into screws.

Putting things first will inevitably hurt people's hearts between success and failure. When people's hearts are broken, they can only rely on interests to bridge differences. When there are no interests, only the trees fall and the hozens scatter.

He sees these truths more and more clearly.

"...Okay. If there is nothing else, we are ready to go." Venerable Hao Han finished his speech.

"I have something to say!" Suddenly a voice spread throughout the square.

Everyone was shocked. At this festive moment, someone dared to come out to disturb the scenery.

After taking a closer look, it turned out to be a monk in blue standing in the queue recommended by the city lord, raising his hand and speaking.

The Lord of Jingwei City was very unhappy, because it was tantamount to causing trouble for him, and it seemed that the person he recommended was not of good quality. Since it was recommended by him, of course he knew who it was. He was the nephew of the guard captain Wen Kang.

Na Wenkang sent a lot of gifts to Shang Shang Xia, and then he was reluctantly included at the end of the recommended candidates.

If you make a mistake at this critical moment, you really don't know what is good or bad, or even live or die. If you can tell some truth, then that's it. If you talk nonsense, you have to make this uncle and nephew look good.

Venerable Hao Han was in a good mood, but at this time it was broken and he was a little unhappy: "Lord of Jingwei City, what does this mean?"

Lord Jingwei's face began to look ugly.

The guard captain Wen Kangke was frightened and quickly winked and gestured to Hongxun. In fact, he didn't know what his winks and gestures meant, and he didn't know how it would end next.

With thousands of people watching, the Lord of Jingwei City had no choice but to ask helplessly: "What do you have to say?"

"I would like to inform you, the two venerables, that someone in this group is committing fraud and deceiving the venerables."

People in the square were buzzing with discussion. Wouldn't it be ruining other people's futures if they spoke like this at a critical moment?

Lord Jingwei held back his anger: "Who is so bold? Do you have any evidence?"

"Yes! I have two witnesses. He is the one who committed the fraud!" Hongxun pointed at Yan Zixiu, "He pretended to be a friend of the city lord."

The Lord of Jingwei City was stunned: "Someone dares to pretend to be my friend?"

"right."

The city lord is a monk in the Nascent Soul stage. If a young monk in the Qi training stage dares to pretend to be a friend, he is indeed very courageous. According to the rules of the immortal world, the crime is not light. He can be crushed to death, just like an ant.

Shuangqin was trembling with fear, how could this be so good?

Zhilin, who was in the queue not far away, clenched his fists. He thought that if the city lord listened to others, he would have to explain clearly even if he risked the future of Shenxiao Sect.

Elder Meng was a little worried. This boy was a good prospect he had found. How could he be so bold as to pretend to be a friend of the city lord?

Yan Zixiu calmly watched the monk in blue perform.

The city lord shouted: "Where is your witness?"

Hongxun waved to the crowd watching the excitement, and two men with deer heads and rat eyes emerged from inside, the two accomplices from the night market.

The two men raised their hands and saluted: "We testify that this young man in white did claim to be standing next to the city lord at the banquet in the city lord's palace."

What they told was the truth, because they didn't dare to lie in front of the Nascent Soul Stage monks, otherwise it would be over if they were soul-searched. Now it's up to us to see whose truth is more reasonable.

The Lord of Jingwei City felt angry and turned to Yan Zixiu: "What do you have to say?" Unintentionally, the pressure began to increase.

Yan Zixiu suddenly felt that the mountain was overwhelming, and he hurriedly performed the Luo Yan Gong, trying his best to withstand the huge pressure. However, he had no more energy to speak.

If the city lord continues to increase the pressure, he will have to activate the Ruyi Protective Formation in order to save his life.

The elder of Shenxiao Sect was displeased. He waved his sleeves and dispelled the pressure of the city lord: "City lord, let me speak."

On the one hand, he was a little disdainful. What does these old sesame seeds and rotten millet have to do with Shenxiao Sect? Shenxiao Sect wants talents. No matter how you say it, these people are already disciples of Shenxiao Sect. It is too much to not let them talk.

On the other hand, he was a little curious. It turned out that the boy in white was not only a hair cultivator, but also an individual cultivator. No wonder he could withstand the unintentional pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator.
Chapter completed!