Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

The final was scheduled to be on the same day as the General Election of the Puppet Sect. The news that Bian Feichen, a dark horse, swept into the final and entered the second hurdle had already spread among the big sects.

With the puppet array as the center, a large viewing platform has been built. The person in the central seat is Bai Ce, the current ruler of the Canglan Kingdom, and sitting with him on the left are the puppet gate and some elders from other sects , while the skin of the person on the right showed a sickly paleness, and there was a dead air lingering all over his body.

There was a huge crowd of people outside the arena. Most of the finalists stood beside the elders of their sect. On the first floor were some casual cultivators who broke into the top [-]. Don’t look at these casual cultivators who usually don’t show their mountains and dews. After yesterday’s competition , it is very likely that he will be accepted as a disciple by the puppet sect in the future.For those who are more fortunate, the core disciples are all possible. As for the direct disciples, they have not been able to create miracles in the past hundred years.

The onlookers knew this well, and consciously stayed ten meters away from the casual cultivators standing on the front floor to avoid causing their displeasure.

"Presumably the Puppet Gate thought you were here to mess things up." Gongyilin and his party are still on their way, unlike most of the people who can't wait to arrive early, they can be said to be advancing at a turtle speed. Among them is the reason why Bian Feichen has been selling his cabbage all the way.

"Not necessarily." Bian Feichen shook his head, "The puppet sect has been passed down for thousands of years. Although it has a profound foundation, its overall strength cannot enter the ranks of super sects. It is the immortal puppets who can make other sects fearful, and the disciples of super sects and above are the inner disciples. Information is only circulated among super sects."

"That's true. If everyone knows it, it will easily lead to unnecessary disasters." Gong Yilin said, squinting at the little bird, which was sitting on his shoulder, combing its feathers quietly with its pointed red beak. .I waited for a long time with a fluke mentality, but I didn't see a single feather fall off.

"Here we are." Bian Feichen stopped suddenly, looked at the sea of ​​people in front of him and said, his expression was calm, but his hands hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly.

Is it excitement, the joy of returning to Yecheng, or unspeakable pain?

These emotions are mixed together, and I'm afraid even he himself can't tell them apart.

On the viewing platform, next to Elder Ouyang of the Puppet Sect is a member of Baihua Palace, and Murong Bai, who is the pride of the sect, is also here.

No matter what the two sects are fighting openly or secretly, they still have to save face.Elder Ouyang glanced at Murong Bai and said: "In just a few years, I never thought that your disciple's strength has improved a lot."

The elders of Baihua Palace had a flash of complacency in their eyes, "Not to mention, among the people present today, the only one who can compete with Murong's is Ling Zhengyang from the Ling family."

"That's not necessarily the case." Elder Ouyang smiled and stroked his goatee. "I heard that a young monk named Bian Feichen broke into the second level of the puppet array and insisted on three breaths."

The elder of Baihua Palace frowned, and he knew in his heart that if that young man relied on his real skills and did not cheat on his age, the chance of Murong being able to beat him would be very slim.However, no one would do such a thing if he wanted others to destroy his prestige. The Elder of Baihua Palace glanced at the casual cultivators outside the first row, and snorted softly, "This person has not shown up yet. I think he used some other method." means, I dare not come now.”

Murong Bai stood behind him without making a sound, thinking of Feichen's treacherous movements yesterday, secretly sighed that his master might have miscalculated this time.

"What are they talking about?" the pale man asked suddenly.

"Father, I'm talking about the person who broke into the second level of the puppet formation yesterday." Bai Ce said respectfully.

Bai Mo nodded slightly, obviously not very interested.Seeing this, Bai Ce lowered his eyes and let out a long sigh in his heart.

"Since everyone is here, it's time for the game to start." The elder of Baihua Palace said suddenly.

"What's the hurry, it's not time yet, and besides, the people are not here yet." Bai Ce said coldly.

The elders of Baihua Palace also knew that they had made a mistake. A powerful cultivator could gain the respect of the emperor and even determine the survival of a country, but that was only something that a super sect could do. People have immortal puppets sitting in town.

While they were talking, the two of them passed through the crowd with ease. They exuded a breathtaking aura all over their bodies, and the people around them felt fear and consciously gave way.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost!" The elder of Baihua Palace said disdainfully.

"That's..." Elder Ouyang stood up abruptly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and as several people walked in front of them, he almost lost his voice: "Bai, Baichen!"

white?The elder of Baihua Palace frowned, isn't that a royal family's surname?Murong Bai followed him to look, but what he noticed was not Bian Feichen, but Gongyilin beside him. Although this person was not visible, but with that powerful aura... Murong Bai couldn't help but feel palpitations, as if One look can kill you.

The Chief Bai Ce also took a deep breath, he didn't look carefully to identify it, but immediately turned his attention to his father.

Bai Mo's face was still stern, without any emotional ups and downs. Bai Ce also realized his gaffe, tried his best to control his emotions, and signaled the drummer with his eyes.

In an instant, the drum sounded deafeningly, indicating that the competition had officially started!

Dozens of figures of different colors flew from all directions, turning into a stream of light, including Murong Bai from Baihua Palace, all stopped at the entrance of the puppet array.Bian Feichen also jumped up, with the wind under his feet, he didn't stop at the door, and flew in directly.

Seeing this, the rest of the people didn't show any politeness, fearing that they would be one step behind and flew in at the same time.

Seeing this scene, many people were secretly excited. Gong Yilin leaned on the fire dragon horse, holding a cabbage leaf from Bian Feichen in his mouth, and looked at the sky with his arms folded.

"The Immortal Saints." Little Quiniao suddenly sent a message from his spiritual sense.

Gongyi Lin Yuguang swept across the white ink on the stand without any trace, "He must have been to the Immortal Saint Clan, and it seems that he paid a lot of price."

Huo Longju turned his head to the side, saw that Gong Yilin was looking in the direction of the little bird, and realized that he was not talking to him, "Spiritual sentencing? Why don't you just say it directly."

In its view, most of the spiritual communication is to conceal the identity, and it is completely unnecessary to use it here.

"What do you know?" Gong Yilin said seriously, "Even if you tell me, you still don't understand."

Huolongju flicked its tail, obviously not believing his nonsense.

Gongyilin said inscrutably: "It is communicating with me in the original ecological language, can you understand?"

"Original language?" Huo Longju raised his neck and asked silly and sweetly, "What is that?"

Gongyilin looked at the noble and elegant little bird with a solemn expression, "Naturally, it's the bird's language."

The fire dragon horse carefully looked at the little bird. If possible, it wanted to cover its eyes with its hooves to avoid seeing the tragedy that would happen next.

The author has something to say: Fire Dragon Horse: Sooner or later, you will be played to death by yourself.

Gongyilin: ...