Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Li Tingyi came suddenly and left in a hurry.

Except for greeting others at the beginning, he only talked to Chen Mo.

What he said was just to persuade the other party, a cultivator of the ninth level of Qi Refining, to go on stage for a melee later.

After he left, the viewing platform in the northwest corner suddenly became silent. Sun Yunxian and others watched for a long time, but finally did not ask.

They also knew that even if they asked, the mysterious middle-aged cultivator in front of them would not reveal any information.

What they need to do now is to adjust to the best state as soon as possible to deal with the eight-person melee in a while!

At present, these cultivators at the peak of Qi Refining are all the leaders of the major immortal sects, with an average age of less than 25 years old. Even if there is no prize this time, they will naturally succeed in building a foundation when the time comes.

However!

Having the opportunity to spend a night with the Jindan strongman of the Nianyu Sect and achieve a dewy relationship will naturally be of infinite benefit in future practice.

It seems that the Nianyu Sect established its sect with dual cultivation, and also won over major immortal sects and families with it. Its power is so complicated that it is hard for any immortal sect in the entire Pingdu Continent to surpass it!

The surroundings became quiet.

The people who were talking and laughing just now chose to remain silent.

After all, they are not enemies but opponents when they go on stage. At this time, it is useless to say more.

"Mr. Chen, come on!" Nie Xin sat aside and said with a red face.

She didn't know whether the middle-aged cultivator in front of her could win in the end, but since General Manager Li came in person, she still had a little hope.

"Thank you!"

Chen Mo thanked him solemnly, and was also thinking about the countermeasures in his mind.

It must be fast and ruthless, but not completely exposed.

When the talismans and magic tools cannot be used, there are only two or three possible ways to win.

On the ring, Wei Feng stood in the center with his fists folded, and his eyes always stayed in the northwest corner. He also knew that his opponent would come from there.

And he also has the confidence to stand at the end of the final eight-person melee!

Time passed by little by little.

Wei Feng, who had fought several games in a row, had also recovered. He first looked at the Jindan on the side, and then hooked his finger at the northwest corner.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't do it. This contemptuous action completely made Sun Yunxian and others explode.

"This kid is so arrogant!"

"We must kill his prestige later!"

At this moment, even the three female cultivators showed anger on their faces. If the host of the Jindan had not spoken, they would have wanted to jump down and teach the other party a lesson.

"Hey, Xiao Feng'er is still so rude."

At the closest place to the stands, Wei Hongyi, who was dressed in red, showed a strange smile on his face.

"Master, Feng'er is qualified."

Facing the flattery of the housekeeper, Wei Hongyi seemed very useful.

"This is the seed of the Wei family!"

"Hongyi, lost again?" Just when the master of the Wei family was proud of his youngest son, a pot of cold water was poured down.

If it were anyone else, it would be tantamount to seeking death.

But the person who spoke was none other than the head of the Wu family - Wu Shuang!

"Hey, how about you next time? Wushuang Wushuang, I want to see how capable you are."

"Let's wait and see?" Faced with the verbal provocation, Wu Shuang was not afraid at all, and his expression was full of confidence.

"Humph! Let's get started!"

Wei Hongyi snorted coldly and transmitted the message.

The Jindan host, who understood, raised his hand and pointed to the northwest corner, saying: "Please enter the challenger!"

The next moment, the immortal sect leaders who had been ready for a long time flew into the field, and at this moment there was a commotion all around!

After all, most of the people who came to watch the ceremony were from the immortal sect, and it was natural to cheer when their own disciples came on stage.

"This is Sun Yunxian from Xianwu Sect. Don't be fooled by his fair skin and clean face. He is holding a folding fan in his hand. His horizontal training skills are very impressive. He may be able to resist the puppet of Master Wei."

"This is Bian Yicong, a disciple of Bafang Pavilion..."

Before the big competition, the housekeepers of each mansion had done enough homework, and the few people who came on the field had already found out their origins.

"Where is that person?"

Wei Hongyi pointed at Chen Mo, who was somewhat out of place in the crowd, and asked.

After all, among a group of young people in their twenties, it is hard not to notice a middle-aged cultivator.

Although the path of cultivation does not depend on age, achievements are often made when young.

With the continuous loss of life span, the possibility of breakthrough is also decreasing!

A trace of cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the housekeeper of Wei Mansion. He did not know this person and had no idea who arranged it!

"Don't know him?"

"Never seen him."

"Hmph! What kind of place is our family competition? Anyone can stand on the stage? Break his legs, knock him down!" Wei Hongyi ordered unceremoniously.

"Him? His name is Chen Mo. Brother Nie specially invited him, right?" Wu Shuang looked like he was watching a good show, looking at Wei Hongyi on the left and Nie Yuanzhi on the right.

He wanted to see some sparks between the two.

However, when Wei Hongyi heard it, he smiled contemptuously: "So it was the head of the Nie family who invited him, then it doesn't matter, there is one more person lying on the ground, Feng'er doesn't care."

Nie Yuanzhi always had a smile on his face, shrugged his shoulders, and didn't explain.

On the stage, the host of the Golden Core said: "Please start choosing magic weapons."

Soon, the magic weapon that was pushed up and pushed down countless times was placed on the stage.

As the first place, Wei Feng was naturally the first to choose.

But he didn't move at all, just made a gesture of invitation. It was obvious that he, who had two quasi-foundation puppets, didn't look down on these standard first-level magic weapons.

Soon, some of the others came forward and took a sword or a knife at random, and some simply didn't take anything.

After all, these magic weapons, even if they were recognized by blood now, would not play a big role.

The disciples of the immortal sect who were well versed in the rules would naturally not pin their hopes of winning on magic weapons.

Finally, it was Chen Mo's turn.

He walked slowly to the magic weapon rack, took down three flying swords in a row, and held them in his hands respectively, feeling that they were quite handy.

Originally, a cultivator who no one knew came on stage like this, which had already caused a lot of discussion.

Now he picked up three flying swords in a row, which was really incredible.

And the next moment, this person's behavior made everyone even more confused!

Chen Mo bit his finger and tried to establish a connection with the magic weapon in the most primitive way.

"Isn't this the method of recognizing the master used in the early and middle stages of Qi Refining?"

"Who is he? Is he here to make fun of me?"

"Is he from your Bafang Pavilion?"

"He is from your Bafang Pavilion!"

Chen Mo naturally couldn't hear the noise in the stands, as his attention was on the entire arena.

At this moment, several pieces of companion gold and stone were already in his hands, waiting for an order to start the action.

When he just came on the stage, he was the last to arrive, and he roasted a small enlightenment fruit at the fastest speed and swallowed it into his mouth!