One month passed in a blink of an eye.
Lingxian Sect World Grand Competition, on the martial arts field, there are countless chairs around it, and the heads of various sects are sitting above them, and those outstanding children of those sects are waiting respectfully behind them.
The wind is surging, the martial arts training ground located at the top of the Lingxian faction is filled with mist and the screaming cranes, a grand occasion.
Of course, at this time, no one had the intention of admiring the landscape of the world's largest cultivation sect. They all stared at the center of the martial arts training ground, the head of the Lingxian Sect.
This game will be hosted by him.
The head of Nanju is highly respected and has been the head of the Lingxian faction for nearly two hundred years. Counting his age, he is absolutely persuasive among the heads.
He presided over, and the others had no comments.
A burst of exciting drum beats resounded through the sky. With the close drum beats, they silently informed everyone present that the game is about to begin!
"Hey, this little friend looked at his eyes tightly. I don't know which school it belongs to? Why are you only three of you here?"
Su Kui was holding a tea cup, tasting the immortal tea specially belonging to the Lingxian school. It was a rare taste outside.
Hearing this, he raised his eyes, glanced at the person next to him, and said with a smile: "There is no school and no school, just a casual repair. I also heard that the Lingxian School will open the mountain gates and welcome the world's guests. I want to get in and see the excitement."
"Um..."
Sitting next to Su Kui was an old man with white hair and white beard. After hearing Su Kui’s answer, he was quite speechless. He stroked his beard and sighed: "You can’t come here with such an idea. , Always have to participate in the competition, the two behind you..." He stopped talking.
Su Kui already knew what he was thinking. It was nothing more than looking at the two people behind him. Tao Yao looked like a small child, while Shen Wuyan had hidden his cultivation skills and a weak posture. It was really hard to make people feel like a child. From him, you can see the depth.
Su Kui laughed but said nothing, "It's up to fate," and stopped talking.
Seeing that she had no intention of speaking again, the old man shut up with interest and focused on watching the game.
The previous ones are reserved for some juniors to practice their hands, but it is so dazzling to see. The various techniques and swordsmanship fly together, which is a time to test the eyes.
Su Kui yawned boringly, and he sank into the chair as if he had no bones. He squinted and looked forward blankly, with a soft tone, "Don't forget, how long has the time passed? Why hasn't it reached me?"
Taoyao was enthusiastic about it, so she naturally didn't pay attention to Su Kui.
Only Shen Muyang was always concerned about her every move. Upon hearing this, Qingjun's face showed a trace of helplessness, and she bounced her forehead dumbfoundedly, "You, the game has just started, and there are others waiting!"
I don't know what she thought, but when he didn't leave the customs, he signed a privately signed life and death tragedy, and even passed the testimony of heaven.
This game is really endless!
Whenever I asked her what kind of good things she was fancying, she could even save her life. Su Kui smiled and never concealed it, only saying that it was a good thing that could help cultivation!
If Shen Wuwang knew what it was, it would be easy for her to take it away.
But she had to rely on herself. Although Shen Wuwang believed that she could do it, she couldn't help but worry.
Su Kui sensed his emotional fluctuations, smiled and held his hand, "Don't worry, you have to believe in my strength! Lingquan, I am bound to win!"