In the spectator seats, as soon as Zhou Tianzi finished speaking, many Jindan masters had already begun to patrol and discuss, hoping to discover Mr. Mo's traces as soon as possible.
Some Jindan masters noticed the green-robed monks walking in the distance, but didn't take it to heart.
After all, he was just a foundation-building monk in his twenties, so no one would care.
But as time went by, no one stood up in the spectator seats, and the monk in green shirt over there walked straight towards the spectator seats, getting closer and closer.
More and more Jindan masters noticed this scene.
Elder Zhang of the True Fire Sect had seen Mo Ling in the palace. When he saw the monk in green shirt approaching, he just snorted.
But then, Elder Zhang's eyes focused on the sect token on the monk's waist, and he could no longer move it away.
Elder Zhang has indeed seen Mo Ling's appearance, but he does not know Mo Ling's true identity, let alone what relationship Mo Ling has with Piaomiao Peak.
Sima Zhi frowned and asked, "Elder Zhang, haven't you seen this Mo Ling before? Where is he?"
"How could this happen? How could this happen?"
"He, he is Piaomiao Peak..."
Elder Zhang seemed to have heard nothing, looked confused, muttered to himself, and looked lost.
The people sitting in the third largest area are all Jindan Zhenren from the five major sects.
These people also noticed that Elder Zhang was abnormal and followed Elder Zhang's gaze and looked down.
The Jindan masters of Qingshuang Sect and Nanyue Sect didn't react at all. They just frowned, wondering why this foundation-building monk from Piaomiao Peak came over.
But Master Canglang narrowed his eyes, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes!
Su Zimo!
"Do you think I can't touch you with the protection of Piaomiao Peak?"
Master Canglang smiled coldly and drank the wine in the cup.
"ah!"
Liu Hui let out a low cry and looked at the monk in green shirt in the distance in disbelief.
Xuan Yi's expression also changed drastically. He was so excited that he stood up with a look of ecstasy in his eyes!
He's not dead!
He is indeed alive!
At this moment, Xuan Yi suddenly felt much more relaxed.
Su Zimo is not dead, which proves that his sword formation technique has a successor.
When Su Zimo goes back to practice for another ten years, and when the next sect competition begins, with his talent, he may not be able to leave his name on the weapon list!
Maybe... after practicing for another ten years, Su Zimo might be qualified to compete for the spiritual list.
Thinking of this, Xuan Yi couldn't help but smile.
In this sect competition, it doesn't matter even if Piaomiao Peak doesn't get a spot. At least Su Zimo is still alive and Piaomiao Peak's hope is not extinguished.
"If Wenxuan knew that you were still alive, maybe he would feel better..."
Xuan Yi thought silently in his heart.
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Below the spectator seats, many Jindan Daoists looked at the blue-shirted monks who were getting closer and closer, frowning and showing displeasure.
After all, this is the seat of Jindan Daoist. Any foundation-building monk can come up casually. Even the foundation-building monks of Piaomiao Peak cannot break the rules!
The discussion in the spectator seats became louder and louder, and many Jindan masters showed dissatisfaction.
At the entrance to the spectator seats, the three guards, namely the bearded man, Bai Yuhan, and the Vulture, looked calm and paid no attention to them.
"Hello!"
A Jindan master drank a lot of wine, his face was red, and he stood up with the strength of the wine and shouted to the three guards.
"Three...hey, three fellow Taoists, who are these?" The man held a wine glass in his hand, pointed at Su Zimo from a distance, and burped.
The three guards lowered their eyebrows and said nothing.
The man was swaying, his eyes were blurred with drunkenness, and he shouted loudly: "This is Jindan Zhenren's viewing seat. What does this man want to do when he comes up? You, the royal city guards, and the palace imperial army won't let him go!"
The three guards remained motionless, as if they hadn't heard anything.
In the spectator seats, the chatter gradually became quieter.
Some monks who were quick-thinking gradually came to their senses.
The green-robed monk had already walked closer. Not only did the three guards show no intention of stopping him, Emperor Zhou even acquiesced!
what does that mean
hiss!
Many monks secretly took a breath of air and their expressions changed slightly.
Could it be...
This young foundation-building monk cannot be...
The drunk Jin Dan Zhenren also woke up a little, shook his head, tried to open his eyes, and looked at the person.
At this moment, the eyes of more than 100,000 foundation-building monks and thousands of golden elixir masters all fell on the green-robed monk who was about to step onto the golden carpet!
All eyes are on you!
Su Zimo came to the spectator seat, and the three guards on both sides bowed and clasped their fists at the same time, saying: "Mr. Mo, please take a seat."
Su Zimo nodded, looked calm, stepped on the golden carpet, and climbed up the stairs!
boom!
These six words fell, as if a huge stone was thrown into the calm lake, setting off a storm in the hearts of everyone!
The huge square was silent at the moment, as if everyone was choked by an invisible force and unable to breathe.
The same is true in the spectator seats.
On and off stage, time seemed to have stood still.
Everyone was petrified on the spot, motionless, except for the monk in blue shirt on the golden carpet, who was still walking over step by step!
Bang!
The wine glass in the hand of the drunk Jindan Master fell to the ground, making a loud noise.
This sound seemed to break the freeze of time.
The man broke into a cold sweat and woke up instantly. Recalling what he had just said, his whole body was agitated. He quickly bowed and clasped his fists, and said with a fearful expression: "See, see, see Mr. Mo!"
The monks at the bottom of the spectator seats are all casual cultivators.
After all, these casual cultivators have never experienced a big scene. In addition, Mo Ling's name is too prominent and scary, so some casual cultivators subconsciously stood up.
"Mr. Mo!"
"Mr. Mo!"
As Su Zimo marched, rows of Jindan masters stood up in the spectator seats on both sides, clasping their fists and saluting, which was extremely spectacular.
The stars align with the moon, gathering momentum!
At this moment, everyone ignored the age and cultivation of the person in front of them.
What they felt from this green-robed monk was a arrogant and arrogant aura that shocked the entire audience and was irresistible!
The higher the steps, the higher the strength and status of the Jindan masters on both sides.
Some Jindan masters in the back had no intention of standing up and saluting because of their status.
Helplessly, hundreds of Jindan Daoist people in front of them all stood up. If they sat motionless, it would be too conspicuous.
There was almost no time to think about it, and their minds were in chaos. When Su Zimo walked over, they also stood up subconsciously.
As Su Zimo walked along, the real Jin Dan in the audience became the background.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Xuan Yi's heart was agitated and he kept saying.
Liu Hui, a real Jindan practitioner, covered her lips, her eyes were red, and she couldn't suppress her emotions and cried.
When they came to the royal city, they suffered too many cold looks and too much ridicule.
Piaomiao Peak is in decline, Piaomiao Peak is on its last legs, and news that Piaomiao Peak will be kicked out of the five major sects keeps coming.
She couldn't argue.
But at this moment, all the rumors disappeared!
She finally understood why the three commanders told them that Piaomiao Peak was going to become famous again!
From today on, who dares to say that there is no one in Piaomiao Peak!