Murong Ningyue slowly walked towards the place where the Cangjian Sect was located, and before Murong Ningyue could walk over, Sima Xuan had already come to greet him.

"Ningyue is so good! You are the only one in our Canon Sword Sect who passes the first round, and the subsequent competition will depend on you! You must be successful!"

Murong Ningyue nodded. At this time, she felt very weak and had to find a place as soon as possible to recover her spiritual power as soon as possible.

Of course, Sima Xuan also saw that Murong Ningyue was not in good condition now, so he quickly separated the crowd and prepared to take Murong Ningyue back to the city lord's mansion to have a good rest.

At this moment, someone shouted, "Why is there only one person coming out? Aren't there ten people in each venue able to advance? Only one person came out! There are so many people who didn't even have a single one who broke the jade slip. What's going on?"

Because when the preliminary rounds were grouped, the people from each sect were deliberately separated, which means that there would not be two people from the same sect in the same venue. If there are 1,000 people in the venue where Murong Ningyue is located, it means there are 1,000 sects.

At this time, these sects saw that their disciples were unable to come out alive and made a fuss, and everyone turned their doubtful eyes to Murong Ningyue.

There was only Murong Ningyue who came out for a thousand people, and this was impossible for people from other sects to doubt. Although those small sects were resentful, they did not dare to say anything when they saw Murong Ningyue was a person from the Canon Sword Sect.

But major sects like the Iron Sword Sect Xianfan Temple are not so easy to talk to. At this time, someone stopped Murong Ningyue and said with a bad expression: "This disciple of the Cancel Sword Sect, please explain why Mingjing and other brothers in my Xianfan Temple were unable to come out, but you were the only one. Could it be that they all died?"

The speaker was an old man wearing a cassock but with hair and beard. It seemed that he was Huiyun, the abbot of Xianfan Temple. Seeing that his beloved disciple Mingjing did not come out, he was the first to come to Murong Ningyue.

"That's it! Murong Ningyue, you must give us an explanation, my sister Tie Changjing didn't come out either!"

Sima Xuan also recovered from the joy of Murong Ningyue's promotion. Seeing the unkind eyes of everyone around him, Sima Xuan blocked in front of Murong Ningyue and said, "Abbot Huiyun, this competition is hosted by the Lord of Dongfang City and two other respected elders. If there was something wrong with my disciple Murong Ningyue, they would have come out long ago. Are you questioning my disciples like this now questioning Lord of Dongfang City?"

Sima Xuan deserves to be the head of a sect, and at this time he actually moved Dongfang Hongsheng out. Sure enough, a hint of fear flashed across Huiyun's face. Although there are many masters in the Extreme Immortal World, he dare not go against Dongfang Hongsheng.

Thinking of this, Huiyun's tone eased a little, "Hmph! I just want to ask Murong Ningyue of the sect, the whereabouts of my disciples. Is this not possible? I just want to know where my disciples are?"

People from other sects echoed: "That's right! The disciples of our sect haven't come out, so please give me an explanation!"
Chapter completed!