Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

After getting off the spaceship, the door attendant led Wan Qiyuan and his party towards the largest martial arts training ground on the island. The martial arts training ground has long been set up as a competition venue, and representatives of various forces are sitting in all directions of the martial arts training ground.

At this time, the martial arts training ground was already full of people and bustling with people.

Fu Ling'er looked around. The disciples of the major sects were already seated around them along with their leaders. As the host, the Penglai Immortal Sect's team was directly east of the main seat, with ten chairs lined up in front of them, which should be the referee's seats.

The people seated on both sides of the main seats must be the top ten teams from the previous session. Because she saw a group of female disciples from the Hehuan Sect in the crowd. They were all charming. Among the crowd of people who were either white or black, they were particularly eye-catching in their apricot-yellow brocade skirts. The woman named Jin Lingxiang was leaning forward. Sitting on the back chair, holding his chin with one hand, his eyes slightly drooped, not knowing what he was thinking about?

Isn't this woman still thinking about Wan Qiyuan? Last time I was humiliated by Wan Qiyuan's venomous words on Xiandao, I didn't find her figure later. I thought there would be news about her causing trouble in Qingsongyuan, but I didn't expect to hear Tang Jian say that she was leading people in despair. gone.

I don’t know if she left because she couldn’t bear the blow, or if she was holding back some evil to try to sway someone? Anyway, I didn’t hear any news from Jin Lingxiang for a long time.

Based on Fu Ling'er's understanding of the Hehuan Sect and Jin Rou'er's acting style, it was a bit surprising that Jin Lingxiang did not continue to entangle her. When she suddenly saw her today, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

Humph, it’s best not to meet any man who dares to covet her on stage, otherwise you’ll know what will happen to Jin Rouer.

The seats in the venue were almost full. The small sects like them were not qualified to sit in conspicuous seats. They had to spread out and sit around the martial arts training ground. Those small sects could only sit in the corners.

And those who participated in the grand event for the first time, like Qiankun Hall, were at the very corner. The distance from the rostrum is probably one hundred and eighty thousand miles away. If it weren't for the magic weapon carrying spiritual power that could amplify the sound, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to hear the voice calling for entry.

The door attendant took Wan Qiyuan and the others to the northwest corner and sat down. Tang Jian followed the door attendant and left.

Looking around, it was obvious that the last position was not worthy of attention, so they did not attract the attention of the people present after they sat down.

Wan Qiyuan and Zhao Pengcheng were sitting at the front of the team, while Tang Jian went to negotiate matters regarding the competition and asked the deacon about the arrangements for the competition process. At this moment, Tang Jian walked back holding a booklet.

Fu Ling'er and her disciples were sitting behind her. She originally wanted to observe the various forces or opponents worthy of attention, but there were too many people and the distance was far away. As far as the eye could see, there were heads everywhere, even the crowd at the main seat. It’s also not clear.

Forget it, give up and just wait to call them on.

There is a preliminary round of individual competition this morning, and all ten people are preparing to participate. In Fu Ling'er's words, participation is the most important thing. It is impossible to sit on the bench for a grand event. So all ten of them signed up for the individual competition. There is a limit on the number of people in the team competition, with a minimum of twelve people required. However, Fu Ling'er felt that the cooperation of ten of them was enough.

"Master, this is the arrangement for playing later. Due to the large number of people, the individual competition will be randomly matched with opponents. Just listen carefully to the names later. Ten pairs of players will compete at a time." Tang Jian handed the booklet in his hand to Wan Qiyuan.

"Well, okay," Wan Qiyuan took the book and opened it. He didn't need to worry about this person. He was more concerned about the day when Ling'er's talismans and formations would start.

At the end, the talisman competition was on the fourth day after the individual competition, and the formation competition was on the sixth day. Fortunately, there was no overlap, and Ling'er's competition time was just right.

A cup of tea passed by, and suddenly, the air suddenly became quiet, and ten figures of immortal spirits flew in from a distance. They stopped above the chairman's seat one after another, and then sat down in a floating manner. It turned out that it was the ten referees who had arrived.

Fu Ling'er concentrated his attention and looked intently. Among the seven men and three women, the most eye-catching one was one of them. The man was dressed in white and had snowy hair. His face was like a crown jewel. With his plain robes and snowy hair, he looked like an immortal from the Nine Heavens. . People who didn't see the scene, especially the women, all looked at the male god who was as bright as the bright moon, eager in their hearts for him to show mercy.

Fu Ling'er thought, who is this? He seems to be a very remarkable person. Seeing his white hair, she thought of He Lianjing's family. The man in his family seemed to have a signature white hair. Is there any connection between the two?

She looked specifically at Jin Lingxiang to see if she was staring at him. That was fine, he was also a common person.

At this time, I suddenly heard a cold snort, and a beautiful woman on the chair glanced sharply. Her aura was very strong. Even her small corner position felt a slight chill, which instantly brought everyone present back to their senses. Come on, don't dare to stare at the male god anymore.

This woman is a bit interesting, but I don’t know which great god she is. She cares so much about everyone’s attention. Will she have anything to say to that male god?

Fu Ling'er was like a turtle in a melon field, extremely excited, the gossip of the great gods! How could it not be exciting?

Wan Qiyuan seemed to sense Fu Ling'er's rising emotions and couldn't help but turn around and glare at her.

Be calm and don't look at other men.

Fu Ling'er retracted her divergent thoughts and immediately noticed the meaning in Wan Qiyuan's eyes, and immediately blew him a kiss back to express her feelings!

Wan Qiyuan finally withdrew his gaze and raised the corners of Qian Mimi's mouth.

The ten people on the seats had different expressions, but each person exuded an inscrutable aura. With a wave of his hand, the scene fell silent.

At this time, Nie Dacheng stood up from his high position and took a step forward.

"Welcome the ten immortal friends to be the referees of the conference, and the arrival of all the immortal friends. Today, the Penglai Immortal Sect is in full bloom. Everyone gathers together to participate in the ten-year martial arts competition. The ultimate goal of every cultivator is to cultivate the great road. , and the purpose of the conference is also for the common development and progress of all cultivators. For this reason, the sect leader hopes that everyone sitting here will abide by the rules of the conference, not disrupt the order of the conference, and win honor for yourself and the sect..."

After Nie Dacheng's last encouraging words, he announced that the competition had officially begun.

It finally started, and Fu Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief, finally there was no more fuss.

"Ring ring ring"

Several bells rang, and dozens of doormen took their places. Chen Fang, who was standing behind Nie Dacheng, stepped forward. He cleared his throat, spread out the book in his hand, turned to the first page, and read,

"The individual competition of the conference starts now. Please invite Wu Zhengyu of Flying Eagle Castle and Zhang Zihao of Qinghuan Sect."

The two people who heard the name at the same time quickly stepped into the barrier on the training ground and stood still.

At this time, I heard Chen Fangcai read again,

"Yan Huan from Heisha Pavilion and Zhao Li from Longyue Pavilion are competing."

As soon as he finished speaking, two more men walked into the barrier.

It wasn't until ten pairs of contestants entered the barrier that a unique competition began.