The Medicine Valley Sect and the Southern Holy Sect monks came to the north of Fengqiao Town at the same time, and the tens of thousands of Fengqiao Town monks who were onlookers naturally set their sights on the powerful Southern Holy Sect.

Southern Saint Sect Master Tang Xiong was dressed in a fiery red brocade robe, standing proudly on the golden plate flying magic weapon, looking down on all the monks, as the strongest person in the immortal cultivation realm of Fengqiao Town, he had a majestic momentum in his gestures.

Behind him, in addition to the Southern Saint Sect's first cadre Zhuji Elder, there were also the Southern Saint Three Young Shang Junyi and others, and then there were nearly fifty elite disciples in the late stage of Qi cultivation, both in terms of quantity and the level of equipment, which were obviously much higher than the Medicine Valley Sect, and even the scattered cultivators of Fengqiao Town below were ashamed and envious.

"Sect Master Tang, don't come to harm?" Zhao Yuanzhen, the sect master of the Medicine Valley, twisted his beard in his hand and hugged his fist from afar.

Tang Xiong snorted coldly, his sharp gaze swept across the green jade fan flying magic weapon, and finally his divine sense was fixed on Ye Ling, who was in a moon-white satin robe, and a spiritual pressure from a strong foundation building was pressed.

Ye Ling was taken aback, it seemed that this Tang Xiong, as the sect leader of a faction, was very vindictive, he hurriedly immersed most of his mind into the jade pendant of the Immortal Mansion, not afraid of Tang Xiong's spiritual pressure, he still stood upright, as if he didn't realize it.

Sect Master Zhao was slightly stunned for a moment, only then did he realize that Tang Xiong's divine sense was different, and hurriedly let out the aura of the seventh layer of the foundation, blocking in front of Ye Ling, resisting the spiritual pressure, and sending out a divine thought very worriedly: "How is it?

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

Southern Saint Sect Master Tang Xiong's heart froze, his face was uncertain, after he put pressure on Ye Ling, he thought that he would be pressed and suffered internal injuries, at least his qi and blood would surge, spurting blood. Who knows, suddenly there was a feeling that his divine sense had failed, which made Tang Xiong puzzled.

Sect Master Zhao also glared at Tang Xiong angrily, the disciples of the two sects met at the Great Competition of Qi Cultivation Disciples in Fengqiao Town, creation and transformation are up to fate, life and death are up to the sky, and it is not his turn to be the master of a sect, a strong man at the peak of the ninth layer of the foundation, to secretly stumble and oppress a junior.

"Apprentice, most of Shang Junyi's heart curses were forcibly lifted by Tang Xiong, you have to be more careful!"

Sect Master Zhao said in a deep voice, he had also heard his personal disciple Zuo Boming report on the situation in the Grand Canyon, and knew that Ye Ling had knocked Cao Zhen and Shang Junyi and others the bamboo pole in the name of treatment. Now, as a tribute, he also swept a circle of elite disciples of the Southern Holy Sect with his divine sense, and when he found out about this situation, his face was worried.

"Well, the disciple understands. Ye Ling's expression was still unwavering, flushed and indifferent, and he couldn't see any joy or anger, and at the same time, he also saw through Tang Xiong's character, protecting his shortcomings, being despicable, and dying to save face.

Because forcibly breaking the heart curse on others must consume vitality, and the cost is very great. For the sake of the glory of their Southern Saint Sect, Tang Xiong was able to do a little here, which was not easy.

The monks of the two sects dismounted from the flying magic weapons and each came to the other eight rings outside the main ring.

Each ring represents a fairy gate.

According to the practice of Fengqiao Town's Qi Cultivation Disciple Dabi, whether it is a casual cultivator or a family disciple present, if they want to worship which immortal sect they want to enter, they will go to which ring to fight, and finally each will decide the strongest one, go to the main ring to compete for the top five rankings, and issue the ultimate reward of Dabi, Zhuji Dan.

The disciples of the five major sects in Fengqiao Town are different, they must go to a fixed ring to fight, which is also a kind of commitment of the sect to the above immortal sect, and they have the responsibility of sending outstanding talents to the immortal sect.

Therefore, the monks of the Medicine Valley Sect stood under the ring of the Heavenly Pill Immortal Gate, while the monks of the Southern Saint Sect went to the ring of the Golden Pavilion Immortal Gate.

Ye Ling's gaze kept an eye on the strong men gathered near the Tiandan Immortal Gate ring, and suddenly found a slim figure, which was particularly conspicuous surrounded by the servants of the family.

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

"Ye Daoyou, my little sister doesn't dare to compete with you for the first place in this fight, but when the time comes to compete for the last strong man outside the main competition, please also ask Ye Daoyou to help me!"

Lu Xinmei winked at Ye Ling's big watery eyes, and her smiling divine sense transmitted.

It turned out that in the end, the main ring competed for the top five rankings, and the number of ten people had to be gathered, in addition to the nine rings, there was also a vacancy for a competitive place, and this place was fought for by strong people other than the champions.

As a Dan Xiu, Lu Xinmei not only wanted to worship the Tiandan Immortal Gate, but also thought that she was not the opponent of her old friend Ye Ling, so she had to deign to compete for the last vacant place, which was expected to compete for the top five rankings in the final competition.

Ye Ling nodded seriously, knowing her intentions very well: Lu Xinmei had made up her mind not to compete with him for the Heavenly Pill Immortal Sect Master, but asked him to help and remove obstacles along the way.

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

As for the juniors and sisters like Zuo Boming and Xie Xiang around him, Ye Ling didn't have a deep friendship with them, so he didn't have to let them when competing for the title. What's more, with their strength, they are not qualified to trade with Ye Ling at all, and they can't grab the top five positions in the main ring.

It didn't take long for the Yuncang Sect's Cloud Regimental Magic Weapon and the Lotus Leaf Magic Weapon ridden by the female cultivators of the Fengchi Sect to fly in one after another, standing under the ring of the Earth Xuan Immortal Gate and the Youyue Immortal Gate respectively.

The female cultivator who led the Fengchi Sect was the second-generation disciple of the foundation building period of the Youyue Immortal Sect, which made people look sideways.

Xie Xiang also looked around, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Most of the people who compete for the Tiandan Immortal Gate are the pharmacies in Nanchengfang City, Fengqiao Town, the shopkeepers and men of the Chamber of Commerce, and there are many low-cost casual cultivators to join in the fun, in fact, there are not many people who can really fight in the ring!"

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

"Wow, we can't embarrass the sect, we have to compare the scattered cultivators of Fengqiao Town with the family monks!" Xie Xiang straightened his chest and said proudly.

Ye Ling was not interested in his own disciples coming to shout and cheer, he continued to quietly spread his divine sense, looking for strong people who could be valued around the Tiandan Immortal Gate ring.

"I don't know if the local ghost cultivators, demon cultivators, and evil cultivators are interested in the Heavenly Pill Immortal Gate? However, so far, I haven't found the monks from the Rakshasa Valley, so they must all have gone to the Wooden Puppet Immortal Gate or the Spirit Rune Immortal Gate. ”

Ye Ling was secretly thinking in his heart, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw the figures of Meng Chang and Sun Erhu looking around in the crowd, and immediately sent their divine thoughts to them.

Meng and Sun hurriedly turned back, and finally squeezed through the crowd, and rushed at the senior brothers and sisters of their own sect, and finally came to Ye Ling.