Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Game City.

Wushuang's eyes were all staring at the light curtain.

As the cultivation levels of the contestants were announced one by one, various exclamations arose one after another on the field.

"This Baili family is indeed the Baili family! The Baili family accounts for more than half of the origin masters in this ranking."

"And the young master of the Baili family, who is only a few hundred thousand years old this year, is already the master of the Holy Lord. This qualification is definitely top-notch."

"Not only are they top-notch qualifications, they are rare, okay?"

"Don't just look at the Baili family! If you look further back, the Nangong family is also hidden, and the Zhuge family..."

In addition to displaying the contestant's cultivation level and age, the light screen also displays the region and sect from which the contestant comes.

At this time, above the light curtain, the top one hundred contestants were all the powerful ones from above without exception.

The spectators couldn't help but feel proud when they saw this.

"Our God is so good! Look at our contestants this time, there is not a single one whose cultivation level is lower than the realm of the Lord of Saints!"

The realm of the Holy Lord is very important to practitioners.

If you want to enter this realm, the practitioner must be a fourth-level practitioner.

This state is closely related to whether one can successfully attain enlightenment in the future.

"Look, the strengths of other contestants from all walks of life have also been announced."

"Who gives the God Realm the courage? A little emperor dares to take the field, can he find an opponent?"

"Hahaha, you can really find an opponent. Look at the fairy world, there are also contestants from the emperor realm."

"The strength in the Buddhist world is pretty good."

"The strength of the demon world can barely compare with our God."

"The underworld doesn't seem to be okay either."

"Look, we God's contestants have added a lot of emperor-level contestants. It should be to give them opponents."

The voices of God’s spectators overwhelmed those from all walks of life.

This is God.

There were very few spectators from other circles.

Nature is not as active as God.

One of the contestants from God laughed wildly and said: "Hahaha, when the strength of the contestants from all walks of life is announced, the results of the competition have been determined. The final winner must be our God!"

"If I were a contestant in the lower world, I would just admit defeat when I get on stage to save myself an extra beating."

"Shh! Can you please keep your voice down? We are a God who pays attention to etiquette. They have come a long way, so we still have to give them a little face!"

"That's right. It's not entirely their fault that they are so weak. After all, they didn't even know the ancient cultivation system before..."

"If they are weak, they are just a little weak. Anyway, it is not God's fault, and it is not our face that is embarrassing!"

When the spectators from other worlds heard the words of the powerful gods, their eyes were full of anger, and their hearts were filled with aggrievedness. However, their overall strength was indeed not as good as that of the gods, so they could only grit their teeth and bear the ridicule.

"You are not convinced either. We God will take care of your strength and have already competed with you among the weak so that you can advance. After all, this is an exchange competition and we cannot let you be completely wiped out in the first game!"

A spectator from heaven looked at the spectators from other worlds and said loudly.

At this moment, a series of horrifying gasps sounded on the field.

The originally bustling viewing area fell silent almost instantly, as if time had frozen.

For a long time, all the spectators stared at the top of the rankings without blinking.

It was the spectators in the fairy world who reacted first and let out ecstatic sounds.

"Ah! - It's Feng Qingran from Lingyun Sect in our immortal world. Damn it, she has reached the peak of the Origin Lord!"

"Ah! Let me just say, there must be strong people in our immortal world. I have been looking for the name of Lingyun Sect just now, and now I finally see it!"

"Have you noticed that the Lingyun Sect is all over 20,000 years old, but their cultivation level is almost the same as that of the powerful men in the sky?"

"Hahaha, I don't know who is barking or saying that the Holy Lord who is hundreds of thousands of years old is very strong. Look at Lingyun Sect, the Holy Lord who is more than 20,000 years old..."

"That's true of all of them, except for the goddess Qingqiong."

One of the spectators whispered, but his voice was quickly drowned out.

Discussions in the fairy world arose one after another.

The spectators from other circles also chose to support the Lingyun Sect, for some reason.

There are bold spectators in the fairy world looking directly at the sky, "What did you just say? No need to compete, the barrier came out? Why don't you shout now?"

In fact, there are also powerful people who rank relatively high in the world of gods, Buddha, and demons.

However, they were not as exaggerated as Feng Qingran. Not only did they enter the top 100, they also directly took the first place.

One of the spectators in the sky had gloomy eyes, "Huh! What can she represent as the Lord of Origin? There are hundreds of Lords of Origin in our heaven!"

"Yo yo yo, hundreds of them, that's amazing!" A monk in the fairy world said in a deliberately sinister manner.

As soon as he finished speaking, another monk from the Immortal Realm continued: "It is indeed amazing, incomparable to them. Our Lord Feng is only 20,000 years old, while their Lords of Origin are all over a million years old."

"We have to respect their age. After all, they are all old guys. What if they get mad to death!"

The spectators in the immortal world now straightened their backs and looked at the monk in heaven unscrupulously.

"Don't you think it's strange for Feng Qingran to be at this age and at this level of cultivation?" asked one of the spectators.

"No, it's only natural that she can reach this level of cultivation." All the spectators in the Immortal Realm said in unison.

Feng Qingran's cultivation level and age were indeed extremely exaggerated compared to those of other powerful people in the world.

But they saw Feng Qingran grow up step by step.

Feng Qingran is the bloodline of the Lord of Heaven. It is reasonable and reasonable to have such achievements.

"Even if Feng Qingran is so defiant, how can everyone in Lingyun Sect be so defiant?" A spectator raised an objection to the eighth elder of Nangong.

None of these people on the list are over 120,000 years old.

Only the Lingyun Sect is over 20,000 years old.

The age of a monk is calculated according to the era.

At Feng Qingran's age, they were the most powerful and had just entered the Immortal Emperor realm.

But now they saw something.

The 20,000-year-old Holy Lord.

A 20,000-year-old Taoist saint.

And the 20,000-year-old Lord of Origin.

They are 11 million unwilling to accept this result.

When the eighth elder Nangong heard this question, he said with a serious expression: "Everyone, there is no problem with the cultivation level and age of Lingyun Sect disciples. In fact, a long time ago, there were many origin masters who were tens of thousands of years old."

"Lingyun Sect disciples are so outstanding, they must have some special adventure."

"Or maybe they have some special cultivation experience."

"The contestants this time have all gone through special assessments. There will definitely be no evil cultivators. You don't have to worry."

"Actually, it's not just you who can't believe it. We were also shocked when we learned about their cultivation just now."

"But we cannot deny their excellence just because we are shocked."

"Every disciple of Lingyun Sect has a special physique, and it is fitting that they should achieve such achievements."

After the eighth elder Nangong finished his long speech, the eyes of many spectators changed.