The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

The sect competition will be divided into outer sect competition and inner sect competition.

The outer door competition is more like a performance.

After a fierce outer sect competition, the ten outer sect disciples who won the competition will fight in pairs.

If the peak masters of each peak have a disciple they like, they will be accepted into the mountain gate.

If he is not selected, he will be given the status of a registered disciple in the inner sect and go to various peaks to do whatever he can.

In other words, the ten best disciples from the outer sect finally managed to break out of the siege, and finally came to the inner sect to perform a dance for the big guys.

They originally amazed everyone at the outer gate, but when they came here, they instantly turned into broiler chickens for people to choose from in the vegetable market.

Anyone who can enter the inner gate is not a genius. After all, there are too many geniuses in this world.

The competition in the outer gate was very boring. The teenagers who were in the foundation building stage at most were pecking each other in the square in front of the main hall.

He tried his best to show off his special skills, but the audience in the stands were like watching a circus monkey jumping through a ring of fire.

After all, during the foundation building period, the inner gate is full of bad streets.

After the ten people performed, five of them were spotted by the elders of each peak and accepted as inner disciples.

Among them was Ma Xingye, who was defeated by force. He was favored by Five Elements Peak who specialized in magic.

The moment Ma Xingye was selected, he was trembling with excitement.

The years of hard work and the sect’s expectations are all worth it at this moment!

The joy of being the top pick in a high school made Ma Xingye excited to make his first move.

The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day!

After all, he lived up to his reputation as a genius and successfully entered the Qingyun Sect!

He suddenly thought of Xiao Feng. If Xiao Feng defeated him, he would not be able to stand here.

I'm sorry, Junior Brother Xiao, cultivating immortals is so cruel. If I meet you in the future, I will make it up to you.

Ma Xingye said sorry in his heart, but then he celebrated with his classmates next to him.

At this time, Xiao Feng, who was sitting in the Qingyun Sect's main hall, was looking at the square in front of the main hall with a strange expression.

Because he was lent by his senior brother, he summoned the phantoms of Qinglong and Suzaku in the attic above the main hall.

Not only did he meet the leader, but the leader was very kind to him, and asked himself more than once if he wanted to change the mountain and become the leader's direct disciple.

Xiao Feng was excited when faced with a character that only existed in his imagination, but when he heard that the leader was openly poaching, he still refused uneasily.

Almost everything I have now is given to me by my senior brother. If I really leave Xiaoshan Peak, how can I have the face to continue practicing?

Xiao Feng was still worried that the leader would be angry because of his rejection, but unexpectedly the leader just sighed and muttered something inaudible.

The tone sounded quite dirty, but the leader was not at all ambiguous about his treatment.

Not only is a spirit gathering array set up here to help him practice, but there are also countless spiritual fruits and elixirs for him to take.

This kind of treatment is in sharp contrast to Ma Xingye in front of the main hall below.

A smile appeared on Xiao Feng's face. Since he came to the small mountain peak, he has gradually become more cheerful.

In addition to the eldest brother who speaks the truth, there is the second brother who is a master of swordsmanship, the brother Xi who knows all kinds of magic, the third brother who is a master of painting, and...

Xiao Feng touched a withered little flower in his arms, with a gentle smile on his face.

After the performances of the outer disciples were over, the real main event began.

Above the main hall, eighteen Mahayana priests behind Dong Xuzi took action at the same time.

Above Qingyun Peak, a huge alien space came quietly.

"This is the Mustard Seed Space! The Inner Sect Competition will be held here. The cultivation level must not be lower than the Dan Formation Stage. Those who are willing to sign up can now enter the Mustard Seed Space and wait!"

Dong Xuzi's voice sounded again, telling the rules of this competition.

It is forbidden to participate in the competition if you are below the core level. Even most disciples of Qingyun Sect are disappointed by this rigid rule.

After all, the gap between each realm is like a chasm.

The ban on participating in competitions with those who have formed a core is largely to protect those useless people who don’t know the heights of the world from accidentally being slapped to death by the great monks.

On the stands, countless streams of light lit up, competing to fly towards the mustard space.

We are all the proud sons of heaven, and naturally we are not willing to lag behind others.

The most outstanding one is the wisdom that summons the true body of Buddhism.

Huizhi, who was sitting upright, was wrapped in Zhangba's golden body and flew towards the mustard space.

The pressure of the Nascent Soul stage scares everyone away.

Chen Changsheng stared at the top of the main hall. When he saw Zu Yuan in black attire flying to the mustard space, he could no longer hold back.

Just as he was about to get up and fly away, Ouyang held his shoulder, and Chen Changsheng looked at Ouyang doubtfully.

Ouyang laughed and patted Chen Changsheng on the shoulder and said, "I've been feeling aggrieved for so long. Let's have a good fight. It doesn't matter whether we win or lose. Pay attention to your safety!"

"Yes, senior brother!" Chen Changsheng solemnly agreed to Ouyang, and then flew towards the mustard space in the sky with his sword.

"Senior brother, is it really okay?" Hu Tutu asked worriedly.

"I don't know either, but with Changsheng's temperament, I will definitely survive until the end, don't worry." Ouyang said confidently.

When the number of people in Mustard Space reached 100 people, Mustard Space closed the entrance.

Those monks who had just reached the entrance hesitantly were blocked out.

"You are undecided when things happen, and your Taoist mind is not yet stable, so retreat!" Peak Master Xingfeng appeared at the entrance and said calmly.

Those disciples who still wanted to ask the peak master to be extra merciful immediately returned the same way in shame.

As for everyone in the Mustard Seed Space, they looked at the people from Western Zhou Dynasty warily as soon as they landed.

Now here, there are only enemies and no helpers, and the only one you can trust is yourself!

"The rules of this competition are that there are no rules. The last person standing is the winner. Don't worry and be bold. We will rescue you as soon as possible." The master of Xingfeng Peak said calmly.

As soon as Master Xingfeng finished speaking, the originally spacious mustard space instantly turned dark.

Hundreds of black monks who were close to the Nascent Soul stage suddenly appeared in the mustard space.

It immediately caused an uproar in the Mustard Seed space!

The leader of Xingfeng Peak also looked at the instigator with a look of astonishment.

Chen Changsheng, wearing a purple Taoist robe, stood in the middle, looking at his opponents from the Western Zhou Dynasty.

In the last life, I didn't even have the chance to participate in this competition, so I could only watch these geniuses shine in front of the world from a distance.

But this time I am here too, and Senior Brother Ouyang also said that there is no need to hold back!

Chen Changsheng has no interest in fighting one by one. He only has one goal, so he might as well just take over!

Chen Changsheng, who was wearing a mask, had a cold glint in his eyes, and stood with his hands hidden in his sleeves.

Hundreds of Nascent Soul stage puppets filled the entire sky, intimidating everyone present!

One person against 399 people, creating a coercive force!

That year, I had my hands on my sleeves, not knowing what an opponent was.