I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

In the hall, as Leng Yexuan finished speaking.

The nine great immortal sects’ geniuses in the hall, as well as the innate third realm masters on the high platform, could not help but look in the direction of Leng Yexuan’s gaze.

Everyone was curious about who the core inheritor of the Shura Sect was going to challenge.

However, the seats in the southwest of the hall were quiet, and no one stood up to respond.

Leng Yexuan on the stage looked at Zhao Heng in the corner, who was also following everyone’s gaze and looking around. His facial muscles twitched slightly and he raised his voice.

“Junior Brother Zhao Wuji, don’t look at other people, I’m talking about you?”

Leng Yexuan called him by name and pointed directly at Zhao Heng, but the other party still ignored him and looked like he was looking around seriously.

Leng Yexuan had a black line on his forehead.

“Junior Brother Zhao Wuji of the Sanjue Hall, please come on stage!”

As Leng Yexuan pointed clearly at Zhao Heng again, the eyes of the whole audience finally focused on the inconspicuous Shura Sect cultivator in the corner who was only in the middle stage of the Guiyuan Realm.

At this moment, feeling the gazes from all directions, Zhao Heng was completely speechless, and his face was slightly dark.

As the saying goes, a gentleman's revenge is never too late, while a villain's revenge is from morning till night.

This Leng Yexuan is indeed a complete villain, actually targeting him in public at this time.

The key is that he has never taken the initiative to provoke the other party. It is purely because this guy has a bad character that Chu Qinyi and Chen Xiao are unwilling to team up with him.

But he wants to impose all these responsibilities on himself and use himself as a scapegoat.

If it were somewhere else, it would be fine. Zhao Heng would not mind sending this kind of person who insisted on trouble with him.

But now it is at the Tiandao League Night Banquet, where the nine sects have gathered, and there is also a powerful cultivator in the Divine Infant Realm sitting in charge, so she obviously can't do it.

In this case, it is absolutely impossible to go on stage.

Anyway, there are rules for the competition. The challenged can directly admit defeat. Under normal circumstances, as a cultivator of the Immortal Sect, he is still an elite qualified to participate in the Immortal Fate Conference.

Even if one's strength is not good, facing an open challenge from others, one will not admit defeat before the competition. This is really damaging to the integrity of the immortal sect cultivators.

However, Zhao Heng obviously did not have such integrity, and he was about to admit defeat.

Unexpectedly, Leng Yexuan spoke first: "Junior brother Zhao, you don't have to refuse. I just feel that I am compatible with you and want to learn from you. Let's stop at a certain point. I will never use heavy hands."

Seeing that Zhao Heng did not respond, Leng Yexuan's eyes flickered and he smiled: "Junior brother, if you don't go on stage, others will think that I have some grudge against you, and that we are not on good terms and not united internally."

Leng Yexuan put down a big hat one by one, sneering in his heart.

He originally planned to take action in today's competition, so as to become famous in the Zhonglingtian cultivation world.

Now that the effect has obviously been achieved, he doesn't mind teaching Zhao Wuji a lesson.

Once the other party came on stage, he had plenty of ways to make him suffer. As long as he didn't go too far, he could say that he was instructing the other party to practice, and others would have nothing to say.

Presumably, Chu Qinyi and Chen Xiao, seeing his extraordinary demeanor today and this guy's cowardly look, naturally knew who to cling to after entering the forbidden land.

Now he threatened with the righteousness of "sect unity", and the other party must have no reason to refuse.

Sure enough, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Heng at this time.

In everyone's view, this was just a goodwill invitation initiated by fellow disciples. If this was to be rejected, it would be a bit rude.

However, facing Leng Yexuan's righteous invitation, Zhao Heng, who was under the spotlight, still shook his head.

"Senior Brother Leng, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't go on stage."

Leng Yexuan narrowed his eyes and his tone was slightly depressed.

"Why?"

Zhao Heng lowered his head shyly and said awkwardly: "Well, I... I'm a little inconvenient these days."

"..."

The whole audience was silent.

Leng Yexuan finally became a little angry.

"Junior brother, do you look down on me?"

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Dong Yu, Chu Qinyi and Chen Xiao beside Zhao Heng could not sit still.

But Chu Qinyi and Chen Xiao had already gone on stage and lost, so they were not qualified to go on stage to fight.

Dong Yu's eyes flashed with a trace of struggle and hesitation, and his fists under his sleeves were slightly clenched.

"I will fight for him!"

Suddenly, from two directions in the hall, such a sentence came at the same time.

Two voices, one crisp and pleasant, the other magnetic and attractive.

In the hall, all attention was immediately attracted.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and when they saw the two figures who spoke, their first feeling was unbelievable.

Because one of these two people was the girl in white from Yangshen Sect, who had a beautiful and refined appearance and a pure temperament with majesty.

One is the Fairy Spirit Hall camp, the saint who is wearing a luxurious long dress, a misty veil, and bright eyes, as if to seduce souls.

No one expected that Leng Yexuan was only challenging an unknown youth who was only in the middle stage of Guiyuan Realm and was the weakest among the contestants of the Fairy Fate Conference.

He actually brought out the daughter of the leader of the Yangshen Sect and the saint of the Fairy Spirit Hall at the same time, two big figures.

The status of these two in their respective sects is transcendent, even surpassing other core inheritors.

Moreover, because of their beautiful appearance and temperament, they have long become the focus of everyone's attention in the hall.

Everyone originally thought that these two proud women of heaven would not be able to take action tonight, and could only get a glimpse of them after the Immortal Fate Conference started. Unexpectedly, they actually spoke out at the same time at this time.

At this time, hearing each other's voices, the two women looked at each other in surprise, with a trace of surprise flashing in their eyes.

Of course, they were not the only ones who were confused. The audience and Leng Yexuan on the stage were also shocked.

Leng Yexuan's eyes flickered uncertainly, and his heart was full of questions.

"What exactly is going on? I just want to teach Zhao Wuji a lesson. How could he lead to the daughter of the Yangshen Sect leader and the saint of the Immortal Spirit Hall?

Could it be..."

Leng Yexuan's heart suddenly shook and his breathing became rapid.

"Could it be that the style of my attack just now attracted these two extremely talented people, making them interested in me and want to fight me and take the opportunity to improve their understanding of me?"

The more Leng Yexuan thought about it, the more it seemed possible. After all, with their status, these two people must have nothing to do with a small person like Zhao Wuji, so it could only be because of himself.

When he thought that he was photographed by two 'goddess' figures at the same time, Leng Yesuan was even more excited than if he had been shot.

Compared with these two women, Chu Qinyi and Chen Xiao, who had previously made him feel itchy and jealous of Zhao Wuji, were also much inferior.

If the former is compared to "delicacies from mountains and seas", the latter is "delicacies with flavor". He can figure out the choice with his toes.

Even many people present had the same suspicion.

For a time, many people looked at Leng Yesuan on the ring, their eyes full of jealousy.

There are even several equally powerful core inheritors who have the urge to rush onto the stage and take their place.

In the main hall, the atmosphere was strange and everyone was talking about it.

"Shua...!"

In the direction of the Immortal Spirit Hall, the saint took the lead and appeared directly on the ring the next moment.

She saw the other party's gorgeous long skirt, her slender and fiery body curves, and her bright and passionate eyes, which were like stars and the moon.

Leng Yexuan only took a look at it and couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva. He clasped his fists nervously and excitedly.

"I, Leng Yexuan, have not asked the saint for her name..."

Before Leng Yexuan finished speaking, the saint girl opposite her eyes turned cold and she said in an impatient tone: "You can get out."

"Wha...what?"

Leng Yexuan thought he heard wrongly.

The saint girl opposite said no more words. Her long skirt fluttered, and a blood-red figure suddenly appeared from behind. With a fierce and surging aura, she rushed in front of Leng Yesuan at top speed and slapped her with a claw.

Leng Yexuan's heart trembled, and he suddenly took action, blasting out a majestic cold palm force and colliding with it.

"boom……!"

A shocking loud noise erupted, and the blood-red figure only swayed slightly, but Leng Yexuan felt the blood surge all over his body, and his body slipped rapidly.

"puppet!"

Leng Yexuan was horrified. With the collision just now, he had already felt that the opponent was a puppet with no life and terrifying strength.

Before he could stabilize his figure, the bloody puppet's figure flashed and turned into a ball of blood mist and came towards his face.

Leng Yexuan was shocked in his heart, his pupils flashed with strange light, the dark wind and black mist surged around him, and the power of the prototype of the domain spread, shrouding the puppet body.

The next moment, he formed seals with both palms and pushed forward, and a ghost-headed figure with a green face and fangs suddenly faced the bloody puppet.

"Boom...!"

With a loud noise that shook the sky, the ghost-headed figure was violently impacted, turning into blue smoke and dispersing, while the bloody puppet was also knocked back.

Leng Yexuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to take the opportunity to adjust his breath and gather his skills again, a jade-white palm quietly came out from behind him and slapped him on the back from a distance.

"Bang...!"

What seemed like an understatement made Leng Yexuan fly away as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Um……!"

Leng Yexuan groaned in pain, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned pale.

At this time, he was outside the ring and lost the competition.

Leng Yexuan couldn't help but raise his head and look at the ring, his eyes full of shock and confusion.

He really didn't understand why this Saint of the Fairy Spirit Palace was so vicious since she was interested in him. Is this a characteristic of the Fairy Spirit Palace women?

At the moment of confusion in my heart.

Leng Yexuan discovered that the saint on the stage didn't even look at him.

The other party's gaze was directed towards the southwest corner of the hall, where Zhao Wuji had a strange expression.

At this moment, the saint's voice became gentle, with a seductive magnetic tone.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, I took action to end this battle for you. You should express your gratitude. How about... you and I go outside the palace to talk first?"