Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 1355: The three commanders

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Bei Mingao was naturally confused.

Only Su Zimo and Bei Mingxue knew the reason.

"Fellow Taoist Nangong, thank you very much."

Bei Mingao cupped his fists slightly at Nangong Xi and said thank you.

But Bei Mingao's eyes were still a little wary.

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing!

His first reaction was that people from the Nangong family wanted to win over them and get some unwarranted secrets!

Nangong Xi smiled and didn't care.

Instead, his eyes turned several times on Bei Mingxue and Su Zimo.

He just got an order to take three people there, and this time Nangong Ling, the commander-in-chief of the Nangong family, gave a clear order not to neglect the three of them!

However, in Nangong Xi's observation, there is nothing surprising about these three people.

Bei Mingao is young and a bit reckless.

Bei Mingxue was born out of pure beauty and extraordinary temperament, but her golden elixir was shattered by Dongfang Zhi, and she is now a useless person.

A hundred years of life are fleeting.

As for the man in blue shirt...

Can't see through!

Nangong Xi shook his head.

There is no trace of cultivation on this person, he looks like a mortal scholar, but when he comes to Ximen Villa, the territory of cultivators, he doesn't seem to feel any discomfort at all.

On the contrary, he is more calm than the monks from the three major families, as if he is at home!

Nangong Xi brought the three of them to a residence and said with a smile: "You three can rest here tonight. The competition will officially begin tomorrow. If you need anything, just summon the Nangong family's servants."

After saying that, Nangong Xi turned around and left.

"Is this okay?"

Bei Mingxue looked confused.

He was also wondering what Nangong Xi's plan was for rescuing them and how he could deal with it, but they turned around and left.

"Come in and rest. You have to be energetic for tomorrow's competition."

Bei Mingxue greeted Bei Mingao.

This is a separate courtyard of Ximen Villa. It is quite exquisite, with rockeries, flowing water, lush vegetation in the spiritual garden, and some servants of the Nangong family in it.

The place where the direct descendants of the Nangong family live is nothing more than this.

"What kind of tricks does the Nangong family do?"

Bei Mingao was still puzzled.

But thinking that tomorrow was the big competition, he temporarily suppressed these confusions and began to rest and recuperate in preparation for tomorrow's battle!

Early the next morning, the villa, which had been silent all night, gradually became lively.

The Beiming clan members stayed in the open air of the villa for the whole night. The cold wind was biting. Although it was nothing to a cultivator, their spirits were a little sluggish.

At this time, Bei Mingxue and Bei Mingao came over.

Bei Mingao had a good night's rest and was in high spirits, looking lively and energetic.

"Let's go."

The chief of the Beiming clan greeted them and walked towards the clan members and towards the center of the villa.

The family competition was set up in the center of the villa, surrounded by spectator seats. The commanders of the three major families were seated, while the rest of the clan stood and watched the battle.

The spectator seats formed a circle, with the battle battlefield in the middle.

The battlefield is divided into ten huge platforms rising from the ground.

At this time, the spectator seats were almost full of people and the crowd was buzzing.

The monks from the three major families have all arrived. At a glance, they are densely packed and extremely spectacular.

"Hey! Someone from the Beiming Family is here too?"

"Haha, if you want me to see it, you are here to embarrass yourself!"

Many monks laughed and looked sarcastic when they saw the Beiming clan members.

"We have no place here, get out of here!"

A monk from the Ximen family scolded.

In fact, there is an empty seat next to them, which is more than enough to accommodate dozens of people.

The leader of the Beiming clan sighed in his heart, and without arguing or refuting, he led his clan members to the other side.

At this age, he has long lost his passion for fighting and winning.

Coming to participate in the family competition, he expected these humiliations.

"Everyone from Beiming Clan, come here."

Nangong Xi waved to everyone in the Beiming clan.

Su Zimo glanced at him.

On the other side of the Nangong family, Nangong Ling, Liu Hanyan, and Ruxuan were all sitting high in the spectator seats, surrounded by many spiritual fruits and peaches.

Nangong Lingxia quickly stood up and wanted to walk towards Su Zimo.

Su Zimo shook his head slightly.

Nangong Ling stopped himself.

“Isn’t this Nangong Ling?”

A chuckle came from the distance, and a monk from the Ximen family was sitting in a huge chariot, suspended in mid-air, and slowly approaching.

There were many young and beautiful girls surrounding the chariot.

The monk from the Ximen Family had a leisurely look on his face, drinking wine, and said quietly: "You have gone out to practice for many years. You are fine when you come back."

"Ximenze."

Nangong Ling raised his eyebrows.

Ximenze is the commander-in-chief of the Ximen Family and is presiding over this family competition.

"Nangong Ling, if you go to the Bailian Sect, one of the four side doors, you may not even recognize us."

A Taoist priest from an Eastern family came out of nowhere with a bad look on his face.

Dongfang Yi.

The commander-in-chief of the Eastern Family this time!

The three of them are monks of the same generation and have known each other since they were children.

However, Nangong Ling went to Zhongzhou to practice cultivation and became a member of Bailianmen, while Ximenze and Dongfang Yi practiced in aristocratic families, and the trajectories of the three of them were different.

But after all, they are all leaders among their peers. Now they have cultivated to the realm of returning to the virtual world and are famous!

Although what happened last night was just a minor conflict between the juniors below, Dongfang Yi and Ximenze had also received the news.

Therefore, when he met Nangong Linggang today, his tone was thorny.

Nangong Ling smiled lightly and ignored the two of them.

Su Zimo stood in the crowd. He couldn't use his spiritual consciousness. He just used his eyesight and ears to explore around.

As Nangong Ling said, in this family competition, there were no monks with high levels of cultivation.

The commanders of the three major families, Ximen Ze, Dongfang Yi, and Nangong Ling are all in the Return to the Void Realm. There are also some Return to the Void Taoists around the three of them.

However, according to Su Zimo's perception, there must be the presence of the Taoist Master in this villa!

As for the combined power, he couldn't find out yet.

In fact, Su Zimo was not interested at all in this kind of family competition.

When he came here, he was also worried about Bei Mingxue.

As Bei Mingxue's eldest disciple, it was impossible for him to just let go. He would not leave until at least this matter was over.

The sect competition has begun.

Foundation-building monks from major aristocratic families climbed onto the stone platform one after another to fight in pairs.

Several foundation-building monks from the Beiming Family came forward.

But soon, the members of the Beiming Family were defeated by the monks from the three major families. They only made it through two rounds at most before being swept away.

The Beiming Family does not have any secret books of techniques or spiritual weapons or elixirs.

The monks from the three major aristocratic families have accumulated countless resources, and they also have the guidance of strong family members. There is a huge gap in strength between the two sides!

Every time the Beiming Family loses, there will be a burst of ridicule from the crowd.

"Little brother, don't be nervous. With your strength, you will have no problem breaking into the top 100."

Bei Mingxue comforted softly.

"Um!"

Bei Mingao nodded.

It's not even noon yet, and the competition between the foundation-building monks has already ended.

Immediately afterwards, there is a contest between Jin Dan and Zhenren!