[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

The annual Inner Sect Disciple Selection Contest kicked off, and countless pure white figures hovered above the mountainous peaks, forming a herringbone Ao in a uniform order like geese returning.

Among the clouds, countless monks flew by, like neon lights, with wide sleeves flowing fairy, skirts flying, handsome men and women in white and green clothes silently crossed the clouds in the sky, leaving a trace of flying straight lines.

On the ground, a huge building like the Great Wall stands, and you will see that the open-air buildings are as densely packed as ants, almost enclosing the south, north, and north directions.

The stone pillars not far from the building are flying dragons, and the lions on the top of the stone pillars are howling and roaring. On the semicircular eaves of the building, there are vivid beasts such as Tianma, Yayu, bullfighting and phoenix.

Black heads surged in the arena. Outside the huge central arena, there were also major arenas dedicated to auditions. The monks wore all kinds of martial arts suits and waited noisyly for the leadership of the elders of the sect.

Numerous colored silks and satins suddenly soared into the sky, and then formed into huge balls, which exploded and shattered suddenly. The colorful rays of light flickered, scattered in small steps and dissipated in the air, turning into thousands of auras and pouring out. The grand opening attracted thousands of people. The monks exclaimed loudly, and all the expatriate disciples were amazed and shocked.

"What a pure aura!!"

"It is indeed the number one sect in the cultivation world, and it really deserves the name of being rich and powerful."

"Such pure aura is comparable to my one-year cultivation!"

"Isn't it? I really envy those disciples who have entered the Floating World Palace. I would be happy even if I could be an outer disciple! I heard that their outer disciples get more resources than our inner disciples." !"

"Really? Such a good treatment, I would have gone directly to the Ukiyo Palace if I had known about it! Now my heart hurts!"

The ridicule on the field suddenly exploded, and the elder who presided over the game had to say a few more times before the amazement stopped.

Although tired, the elder couldn't help straightening his chest and proudly raised his chin.

The number one sect in the cultivation world, Fushigong, does have such abilities and financial resources.

"Elders from all over the world, please follow the order system No. 101 given to you by our informant to find the exclusive competition venues for your respective sects, thank you."

After the elder finished speaking, he waited for a while, and then he saw the crowd being evacuated one by one, and then he began to call out the guests invited for this final.

Except for the two referees in the Fushi Palace, each of the other sects will choose a representative, either the head of the sect or a powerful elder in the sect.

In this way, ten referees are selected to achieve true fairness and justice.

The guests read from the bottom to the top, and the last one to appear was Fu Sheng, who had read the names several times before, including Immortal Jingli.

As the number one goddess in the cultivation world, Immortal Jingli attracted the attention of countless monks when she appeared on the stage.

She was wearing a pure white gorgeous long dress, the style was elegant but not solemn, her long hair was rolled up, and the golden phoenix swaying auspiciously on her head echoed the golden dark pattern on the corner of the robe, she was so beautiful that she was not like a mortal woman.

The astonishing and shocking eyes enveloped her like a focal point, and the corners of Jingli Xianjun's lips were smiling. At this moment, she looked like a real Nine Heavens Xuannv, her beauty was beyond vulgarity.

Immortal Jingli enjoys such stunning and obsessed eyes, but there is no trace of smile and satisfaction in her eyes, but a little disdain, and she glances at the obsessed disciples under her eyes from above.

Both weak and superficial.

Not as good as Fusheng!

In this world, Immortal Fusheng is the best match for her.

She straightened her dress, asked her disciples to support her, and sat proudly on the referee's exclusive high platform.

After the disciples were amazed, they were immediately attracted by the next person to appear on the stage, but there were quite a few female disciples with strange expressions, looking at the long skirt on Jingli Xianjun, their eyes were a little more probing.

Among all the referees, she seems to be the only one wearing white clothes. This is not the key point, the key point is... Their male god Fu Shengxian Jun prefers white clothes, and the clothes worn this time will definitely be more solemn and gorgeous— — But... that is also a white dress!

Thinking of this, many disciples' glass hearts are about to break.

This naked show of affection must not be what they think!

While being heartbroken, many disciples suddenly heard the elder read Fu Sheng's name, and immediately cheered up and looked at the referee stand with burning eyes.

The appearance of Immortal Fusheng was very ordinary, he suddenly appeared on the referee's platform, at the moment he appeared, all the Nascent Soul monks could not help themselves to grab the armrest of the seat, secretly horrified in their hearts.

They feel flat—

It was so plain that no one present could sense his presence, so plain that he was like an ordinary mortal, so plain that everyone thought they had misread it.

Step by step, as heavy as a mortal.

At this moment, all the monks couldn't help thinking of an idiom - return to basics.

Fu Sheng's appearance immediately concealed Huai'an's existence. He was wearing a black black robe, and when he glanced at Jingli Xianjun with a distorted expression, the corners of his lips curled up like a taunt.

Did she think that wearing white clothes would be able to form a partnership with Fusheng?

It's a pity that today's Fu Sheng is wearing the same black clothes as himself unlike in the past.

Compared with him in white, the young man in black had a bit more sinister expression in his cold expression. He led Huai'an past Immortal Jingli, and after several seats, he came to his own seat. To the left of the Great Elder's seat.

The disbelief in the Great Elder's eyes almost jumped out of his eyes. He glanced at Huai'an, then at Fusheng, and said in a low voice that only Fusheng could hear: "Fusheng! Are you crazy!?"

"Didn't you say you were going to deal with him!? Why is he still alive!?"

Fu Sheng glanced at the elder indifferently: "He is my direct disciple."

Great Elder: "Nonsense! You know that he will ruin your practice!!! Look at what you are now!?"

The black clothes looked thin, and the aloof and quiet Immortal Fusheng now looked like a skeleton in the eyes of the Great Elder, with an ugly complexion.

Immortal Fusheng did not reply, but looked at the elder with a warning face.

The Great Elder's face was slightly ugly, he stared at Huai'an who was standing behind Huai'an's left side, and gritted his teeth to give him a strong coercion.

The coercion circumvented Fu Sheng like a silk thread, and was about to fall on Huai'an, but Fu Sheng snorted coldly, the coercion was like a puppet with a broken thread, and was crushed into sand under the other party's voice.

In an understatement, he erased the damage of coercion to Huai'an, and then turned into a hammer, hitting the First Elder with no seriousness.

The Great Elder's face turned pale, and his fingertips gripping the handrail of Panlong Biting Pearl slightly tightened.

His cultivation level! ?

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