I Can Track Everything

Chen Chen was a little surprised when he saw it was You Ming, but he quickly regained his composure.

It's normal for You Ming to thoroughly find out his own details after such a long time, but it would be a bit strange if he couldn't find out.

But what can we do if we find out now? You are the disciple of the Lord of the Evil Temple, and I am also the disciple of the Lord of the Demon City. We all have equally strong backers, what can you do to me?

"Haha, it turns out to be Brother Youming, long time no see."

Chen Chen laughed and said, as if he and You Ming were old friends for many years.

You Ming's eyes widened angrily and he wanted to curse, but after looking at Feng Mo next to Chen Chen, he suppressed his unpleasant words.

"Chen Chen, the grudge between you and me will be resolved sooner or later. Don't be too happy too early!"

After saying that, he looked at the building behind Chen Chen, as if he wanted to write down Chen Chen's address, and then turned and left.

After he left, Feng Mo asked with a smile: "Junior brother, what's wrong? Do you have a grudge against this little genius from the Evil Temple?"

"There is a bit of hatred, but it's okay. It's not to the point where I won't fight to death. The main reason is that he is jealous of my talents."

Chen Chen replied casually, with an understatement.

Feng Mo heard this and said calmly: "Junior brother, you can't take it lightly. This boy You Ming is really quite capable. Not to mention his innate Taoism. This is something everyone knows. The key is that this boy is still working very hard. Some time ago, He challenged famous fusion monks one after another, and he actually defeated six of them in a row. Now he is quite famous in the true spirit world in his young life."

"Really? So powerful!"

Chen Chen looked at You Ming's back in the distance and raised his brows slightly.

He remembered that when he first met Youming, Youming was just a void-refining monk who had mastered the power of law. Now he can defeat the strong ones in the fusion. This speed of progress is worthy of being a famous genius monk in the Evil Temple.

"Isn't that true? None of the six fused monks have a cultivation level below the late fusion stage. It is speculated that his current true combat power should be around the peak of fusion. Junior brother, what is your cultivation level?"

"The middle stage of integration."

"Then you have to work harder and don't lose to this kid."

…

The two of them were talking while walking towards the building where Tianmo City belonged. Along the way, they met many disciples of Tianmo City, including some of the most famous geniuses in Tianmo City.

However, the most eye-catching ones are only Chen Chen and Feng Mo. After all, they are the direct disciples of the city lord, and their status is extraordinary.

Many people took the initiative to strike up a conversation, while others looked on with cold eyes, and there were even a few thorny ones with dissatisfaction in their eyes.

These people consider themselves to be the absolute best among the younger generation, but because they cannot practice the Nine-turn Golden Body Art, they cannot become the direct disciples of the city lord. They will always be one head shorter than Chen Chen and other direct disciples. How can they be willing to accept this?

You must know that in this true spiritual world, it is always the monk himself who determines a monk's future, not a technique.

Facing all kinds of looks, Chen Chen remained calm and did not come out again after finding his place of residence.

…

Three days later.

The number of monks in Zhenling City has reached its peak. It is really distracting and there are fusions everywhere.

The team of 10,000 people that Chen Chen wants to join is an elite team formed by several superpowers. Basically, they are all fused monks.

Although the other teams were much weaker, they were not less distracted.

One can imagine the sight of millions of distracted masters and above gathered in a city.

The situation was fine on the first day, but on the second and third days, there would be fierce fighting fluctuations in the city from time to time.

"Junior brother, stop practicing. Today we are going to Feng Yuntai to assemble the entire army."

At noon, the sound of the wind demon came from outside the practice room. Chen Chen immediately stopped practicing, opened the door and walked out.

"Fengyuntai, where is that?"

"It's a huge platform where the Immortal Sect monks usually gather. Now it's used to organize the army. Just follow me."

Feng Mo explained casually, then pulled Chen Chen away.

A quarter of an hour later, the two came to a huge platform.

This platform is two meters high and three thousand meters long and wide. It is made of spiritual stones. Such a huge platform is more than enough to accommodate one million monks.

Although most of the million monks had arrived at this time, the huge platform still seemed sparse.

"Junior brother, this area is for the disciples of our Heavenly Demon City. After all, senior brother, I am the captain of thousands, so I have to go to other places to gather."

Feng Mo said while pointing to a divided area not far away.

"Senior brother, please excuse me."

Chen Chen responded politely, and after Feng Mo left, he stood silently where Feng Mo pointed.

At this time, there were already some Tianmo City disciples around, and a group of people were muttering in low voices. Only Chen Chen had no one around him, and he seemed extremely unsociable.

Chen Chen can also understand this situation. Most of the other disciples have joined Tianmo City early and have various connections in Tianmo City. Unlike him, he is alone.

After closing his eyes and concentrating for a long time, a sound like thunder sounded in Chen Chen's ears.

"quiet!"

With this sound, the entire Fengyuntai became silent for an instant.

Chen Chen opened his eyes. He knew the person speaking. It was his senior brother Xiao Ling.

Today he stood at the front of the storm platform, looking the same as last time, with no signs of injury.

"The army of one million True Spirit monks is called the Zhenling Army. I am the commander, and there are two deputy commanders, and one hundred thousand captains, respectively..."

Xiao Ling called out a hundred names loudly, and for every call, someone on the stage responded.

Not to mention, it really looks like an army.

Chen Chen made some observations and found that except for the top ten captains of the ten thousand people team who were tribulation-transcending monks, the subsequent captains of ten thousand people were all at the peak of integration, and they were not as good as the one in his team of ten thousand people. Captain.

"The monks from the first army of the Ming Suppressing Army are gathering here!"

A tribulation-transcending monk shouted loudly towards where a group of Heavenly Demon City disciples were.

As soon as he finished speaking, more than 7,000 monks in different attires came over. Among them, more than 2,000 were from the Evil Temple, and more than 2,000 were from the host's Immortal Sect. The rest were elites from other sects in the Immortal Alliance. There are more than two thousand disciples.

"Let's start dividing the teams into small teams. Each team has five people and needs to be formed by disciples from different sects."

This requirement is also very reasonable. When fighting as a team, everyone has their own strengths and can exert their maximum combat effectiveness. If they are all from the same sect, the shortcomings will be infinitely magnified.

For example, in Tianmo City, almost all of them are body-refining cultivators. If they are a group of five, they will easily suffer a loss once they encounter a cultivator with extremely powerful spiritual consciousness.

After the tribulation monk issued this order, the tens of thousands of monks in the first army began to chaos.

Some well-known monks began to take the initiative to sign up for the group. As for celebrities like You Ming, they were surrounded by hundreds of people who wanted to hug his lap.

On the other hand, Chen Chen stayed in Shenglong City all year round and rarely had contact with these large sect disciples. Even though his name was resounding, not many people knew his appearance, so he stood alone without anyone. Ask.