The Yaogu Sect and the Southern Saint Sect monks arrived at the north of Fengqiao Town at the same time. The tens of thousands of Fengqiao Town monks watching naturally turned their attention to the powerful Southern Saint Sect.

The leader of the Southern Saint, Tang Xiong, was wearing a fiery red brocade robe, stood proudly on the golden flying magic weapon shining with golden light, looking down at the monks. As the strongest man in the immortal cultivation world in Fengqiao Town, he had a majestic momentum in every move.

Behind him, in addition to the foundation-building elders of the Southern Sheng Sect, there were also the Nan Sheng San Shao Shang Junyi and others. After that, there were nearly 50 elite disciples in the late stage of Qi training. In terms of quantity and equipment level, they were obviously much higher than those of the Yaogu Sect. Even the casual cultivators in Fengqiao Town below were ashamed and envious.

"Zheng Master Tang, are you okay?" Zhao Yuanzhen, the leader of Yaogu, twisted his beard with his beard and clasped his fists from afar.

Tang Xiong snorted coldly, his sharp eyes swept across the green jade fan flying magic weapon, and finally his spiritual sense was frozen on Ye Ling, who was in the moon white satin long gown, and a stream of spiritual pressure from the foundation-building powerhouse was suppressed.

Ye Ling was surprised. It seemed that Tang Xiong, as the leader of the sect, held a very revenge. He hurriedly immersed most of his mind into the jade pendant of the Immortal Palace. He was not afraid of Tang Xiong's spiritual pressure, and still stood still, as if he was unaware of it.

Sect Master Zhao was slightly stunned and realized that Tang Xiong's spiritual consciousness was strange. He quickly radiated the aura of the seventh level of foundation building, blocked Ye Ling, and resisted the spiritual pressure. He was also very worried about a divine thought: "How is it? You are not injured, are you?"

"No! Disciple is very good." Ye Ling said lightly, looking at the golden plate magic weapon flying from the south, with a chill in his eyes!

Tang Xiong, the leader of the Southern Saint, felt a trembling heart, and his face was insane. After just putting pressure on Ye Ling, he thought that he would be injured in internal injuries, and at least he would rush out his blood and spurt out blood. Unexpectedly, suddenly there was a feeling of a loss of spiritual consciousness, which made Tang Xiong puzzled.

Sect Master Zhao also glared at Tang Xiong. The two disciples of the sect met at the Fengqiao Town Qi training disciple competition. Good fortune comes from fate, life and death comes from heaven. It is not his turn, the leader of the sect. The strong man at the peak of the nine-level foundation building level secretly tripped and bullied a junior.

"The inner curse on disciples, Shang Junyi and others was probably forcibly lifted by Tang Xiong. You have to be more careful!"

Sect Master Zhao said in a deep voice that he had heard his personal disciple Zuo Boming report the situation in the Grand Canyon, and knew that Ye Ling had knocked the bamboo robbery of Cao Zhen, Shang Junyi and others in the name of treatment. Now, in return, he also used his spiritual sense to scan the elite disciples of the Southern Sheng Sect. When he discovered this situation, he looked worried.

"Well, I understand." Ye Ling's expression was still Gu Jing Wubo, Chong and Yan Ran, and he could not see any joy or anger. At the same time, he also saw through Tang Xiong's character, protecting his shortcomings, being despicable, and trying to save face.

Because forcibly breaking the inner curse for others, it must consume vitality, and the cost is extremely high. Tang Xiong was able to do this for the glory of their Southern Holy Sect, which is very difficult.

The monks from the two sects got off the flying magic weapon and each came to the other eight outside the main ring.

Each arena represents an immortal gate.

According to the custom of Fengqiao Town Qi training disciple competition, whether the casual cultivators or family disciples present, they would go to the stage to compete in which stage of the immortal sect to enter. Finally, each stage decided the strongest, went to the main stage to compete for the top five, and gave the ultimate reward for the foundation-building pill for the competition.

The disciples of the five major sects in Fengqiao Town are different. They must go to a fixed ring to compete. This is also a promise of the sect to the above Immortal Sect and have the responsibility to provide outstanding talents to the Immortal Sect.

Therefore, the cultivator of the Yaogu Sect stood under the arena of the Tiandan Immortal Sect, while the cultivator of the Nansheng Sect came under the arena of the Jinge Immortal Sect.

Ye Ling's eyes were always paying attention to the strong men gathered near the Tiandan Immortal Gate arena. Suddenly, he discovered a graceful figure, surrounded by servants and servants, which was particularly conspicuous.

Lu Xinmei also saw Ye Ling, and the two smiled at each other.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, I dare not hope to compete with you for the first place in this competition, but when you compete for the last strong man outside the champions of each competition, I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Ye to help me!"

Lu Xinmei blinked at Ye Ling's big eyes, and her smiled spiritual sense transmitted the voice.

It turns out that in the end, the top five players had to be ranked in the top five in the main arena. In addition to the champions in the nine major arenas, there is also a competitive quota. This quota is a competition for the strong men other than the champions.

As a elixir, Lu Xinmei wanted to join the Tiandan Immortal Sect, but thought she was no match for her old friend Ye Ling, so she had to condescend and seek second place for the last vacant place, which was expected to compete for the top five in the final competition.

Ye Ling nodded seriously, knowing her intentions: Lu Xinmei made up her mind not to compete with him for the leader of the Tiandan Immortal Sect, but she asked him to help and clear the obstacles along the way.

This is also a kind of deal between him and Lu Xinmei, or a tacit understanding.

As for junior brothers and sisters like Zuo Boming and Xie Xiang around them, Ye Ling doesn’t have a deep relationship with them, so there is no need to give in to them when fighting for the champion. What’s more, with their strength, they are not qualified to trade with Ye Ling at all, and they can’t get the top five even if they go to the main ring.

Not long after, the Yuncang Sect's Yuntuan magic weapon and the lotus leaf magic weapon that the female cultivator of Fengchi Sect flew here one after another, and stood under the arenas of the Di Xuanxian Gate and the Youyue Immortal Gate respectively.

The female cultivator of Fengchi Sect was a second-generation disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage of Youyue Immortal Sect, which made people look at him.

Xie Xiang looked around and breathed a sigh of relief, saying with a smile: "The people who competed for the Tiandan Immortal Sect are mostly pharmacies in Nanchengfang City, Fengqiao Town, the shopkeepers and clerks of the Chamber of Commerce, and many low-priced cultivators came to join in the fun. In fact, there are not many people who can really fight on the ring!"

Zuo Boming nodded and said yes. He looked at the sky and said expectantly: "Hehe, let's go to the arena to compete. The inner and outer disciples of this sect will also come to cheer, but they will turn from the sect teleportation array to Fengqiao Town, and they will come later."

"Okay! We can't embarrass the sect. We must compare the casual cultivators in Fengqiao Town with the family cultivators!" Xie Xiang thrust his chest and said proudly.

Ye Ling was not interested in cheering for his disciples. He continued to quietly disperse his spiritual sense and looked for a strong man worthy of attention around the Tiandan Immortal Sect arena.

"I wonder if the local ghost cultivators, demon cultivators and evil cultivators are interested in the Tiandan Immortal Sect? However, the cultivators from Luosha Valley have not been found yet. I believe they have all gone to the Wood Puppet Immortal Sect or the Spirit Talisman Immortal Sect."

Ye Ling thought to himself, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He saw Meng Chang and Sun Erhu looking around in the crowd, and immediately sent a divine thought to them.
Chapter completed!