Hearing this, not only the monks in the Golden City, but the other monks were shocked.
The monks of the Golden City were flushed, excited, dancing and cheering.
\"Great, great, we are finally here!\"
\"Yes. The third grade of stars is not such a high existence, but we rely on our own efforts, under the leadership of the city lord, to successfully enter the seat of the sky name, we have the opportunity to meet the Xianzun and get her guidance. !\"
\"The seat of the name of the sky is a very front seat. We can do it. The rise of our Golden City is at this Wanxian Conference.\"
Countless monks in the Golden City were very excited. They have been waiting for this time for a long time.
Repeated failures made them cherish the opportunity now.
They rely on their own hard work and hard work to get the opportunity to participate in this grand event.
Phoenix blood ginseng is indeed their lucky treasure.
\"This golden city is really lucky. I didn't expect a third-tier star to get a seat in Tianzihao!\"
\"Yes, it seems that the seat this time really depends on the preciousness of the treasure. This Ten Thousand Years Phoenix Blood Ginseng is indeed amazing!\"
\"It's a pity...our stars don't have such good treasures!\"
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Many monks are also very envious, but they are also a little lost.
Many of them are also from low-end stars, but if there is no such good treasure as a bargaining chip, there is little hope of entering the seat of Tianzi.
They can only sigh up to the sky, regretting that the resources above their stars are not rich enough.
\"These people are really exaggerated, are they so exciting?\"
Seeing those monks cheering and cheering, Ye Fan was a little confused and confused.
\"Young Master Ye Fan, this Ten Thousand Immortal Conference, the vast majority of cultivators. Even the top true immortals can only be watched from the periphery, unable to see the true face of Immortal Venerable, which is a pity! But, If you can send it to the treasure and get the approval of the elders, you can enter the infield.\"
Following the explanation of Hongling Patriarch, Ye Fan nodded slightly. This is indeed a big advantage. Without exposure, no matter how talented a person is, he might not be able to let Xianzun see it.
Hongling Patriarch continued: "This infield is divided into thirty-six seats for Tianzi and 72 seats for Earth. These seats are the core seats that people are fighting for."
\"That's it, no wonder this golden city person is so excited!\"
Ye Fan nodded slightly, as he understood the importance of this seat.
At this moment, several cultivators looked at Ye Fan.
\"Hmph. I didn't bring a treasure with me, you Xuanyunmen, you are really poor!\"
\"Hey, the old man has a mark on his body, it is from Zichen Star, it is a 36th grade star, and it is understandable that there is no treasure, this kind of star person, short-sighted, how can he come here?\ "
\"Yes, these two wastes, are they sneaking in?\"
Finally, the two of Ye Fan were discovered.
Those cultivators were from the second-tier stars, and each of them revealed a powerful aura, making them very proud.
When they saw Ye Fan and Hongling Patriarch, they showed contempt.
This kind of arrogance. Above their stars, there are domineering and domineering existences, relying on their strong strength to constantly bully the weak.
and so. Seeing the star monk who is weaker than himself, he wants to show his superiority.
\"Hmph, where are we from and what does it have to do with you? Who rules that no one can come here? After all, this is still an outfield!\"
Grandmaster Hongling snorted and stepped forward to theory.
\"Ouch, old man. Don’t think that you have a high level of cultivation and you can be wild here. Although you are a cultivation base of the Eighth Layer of Tribulation, your strength is not worth mentioning in front of me, but just a formation. Master, what can I show off!\"
\"Yes, the strength of the Array Mage. It can't be counted at all. Their physical resistance is extremely poor. Although the cultivation level is high, but once people are close, your cultivation level is estimated to be greatly reduced, hahaha!\"
\"I’m so old, I’m so shameless to come to the event, it!\"
The three monks taunted Hongling Patriarch at the same time, which made Hongling Patriarch very angry.
\"Hmph, don't underestimate people, the old man sees you as juniors, don't want to be embarrassed, get out of me quickly!\"
As the ancestor of Xuanyunmen, Zi Chenxing's oldest qualified cultivator, although he was afraid of the core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land. But when he encounters such a person with foreign stars, he will not easily swallow his breath.
\"Hahaha, old man, gave you a face. Did you see our mark, we are monks from the second-tier stars, what are you, dare to care about us?\"
\"Kneel down and apologize immediately. Otherwise, what about killing you here, anyway, you are not from the Water Moon Holy Land!\"
The two monks came to the front, already threatening Hongling Patriarch. There was even a strong murderous look in his eyes.
Although this is the Shuiyue Holy Land, for this kind of personal grievances, the battle will not be prevented under normal circumstances, unless it is to upset the elders of the Shuiyue Holy Land.
But now, those elders are inspecting treasures, and they don't have time to care about so many things.
This square is too big, looking around, it seems to be boundless.
Those two monks were aggressive, making Hongling Patriarch unbearable.
Ye [58 fiction www.58xs.vip] Fan frowned slightly, but he didn't want to cause trouble. After all, his purpose was to rescue Chu Mengyao, which would increase the difficulty of this operation.
He doesn't have the absolute strength to defeat the Immortal Venerable now, otherwise, he would just go straight to the Immortal Palace.
\"Hongling Patriarch, don't be impulsive, why bother with them!\"
Ye Fan stopped Hongling Patriarch and said.
\"My son, but...\"
Hongling Patriarch was a little unconvinced. This old man's temper was really hard to control.
\"Hey, let's go, let's see what other treasures are worth seeing!\"
\"Huh, yes, son!\"
Hongling Grandmaster snorted coldly, and then followed Ye Fan towards the rear.
\"Hahaha, two trash things, have the ability to fight!\"
\"Yes, at your level, I beat you with one punch!\"
\"Waste Zichen Star, no use at all!\"
Several monks were still cursing there, seeming to deliberately provoke Ye Fan.
\"Ok?\"
Although he didn't want to cause trouble, Ye Fan's eyes were cold, but the other party insisted on going his own way.
\"Whoo!\"
In the blink of an eye, an incomparably sharp sword aura emitted from Ye Fan's sword fingers, like a meteor falling to the ground, so fast that the people around didn't even notice it.
\"Hmm...\"
In an instant, the three of them shut up at the same time, not because they really wanted to shut up, but because their tongues all fell to the ground.
One sword, broken tongue!
