At this moment, a calm voice sounded.

The void opened up, and four figures walked out.

Lin Ying looked at Ning Liu and his men coming over, a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes.

"Ancestor, this might be the work of the Purple Mansion Holy Land."

"Maybe Ning Sirou will come over too."

After hearing Li Qingfeng's guess, Lin Ying's expression changed.

"Fellow Daoist Ning is here, please take a seat."

"I hope Fellow Daoist Lin will forgive the Ning family for disturbing me today."

"You're welcome, there's no need to be polite between us."

This time Ning Liu did not answer.

Lin Ying's heart sank.

After everyone sat down, Lin Ying looked at Zi Tianteng.

"Tell me, how do we compare?"

"Why are you panicking? One of our friends hasn't arrived yet."

As they spoke, the void opened up and a cold air descended.

A dragon head emerged from the void, with three figures standing on it.

It was Ning Sirou, Fu Baiyu and Shen Qingchen.

Ning Sirou's brows furrowed when she saw the person on the platform, but then she recovered.

"Fellow Daoist Ning is here, please take a seat."

Zi Tianteng looked at Ning Sirou with a smile on his face.

Lin Ying's face gradually became gloomy.

Ning Liu looked at Ning Sirou with complicated eyes.

Who would have thought that this person who was not valued by them could actually break through to become a saint.

The saint, who is less than thirty years old, has a saint king standing behind him.

Ning Sirou is now on par with their Ning family.

He is no longer the arrogant and domineering person who relies on their Ning family.

She is now a walking shrine.

Ning Wuqing looked at Ning Sirou with a complicated expression.

Who would have thought that in just such a short time, Ning Sirou's strength would surpass his.

Saint.

Ning Wuqing winked at the two people beside him.

It's better to give up a hundred times and still be able to sigh.

Ning Sirou did not sit next to them, but sat on the side of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

Lin Ying suppressed his anger.

If Ning Sirou really cooperates with Zifu Holy Land, then Taichu Holy Land will be in complete danger.

"Now that the guests are here, let's get started."

Zi Tianteng spoke, and those who didn’t know would think that Taichu Holy Land was his home.

A man walked out from behind Zi Tianteng.

Walk to the competition stage.

"Taichu Holy Land, who dares to come up and fight?"

Lin Ying narrowed his eyes.

"I'll do it."

Soon, a disciple walked out of the Taichu Holy Land.

Holding a sharp sword in his hand, he moved his body and rushed towards the people from the Zifu Holy Land like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Ye Ying, a disciple of Zifu Holy Land, looked at the newcomer, sneered, and stepped forward.

He clenched his fist and punched out.

Bang.

A figure flew backwards.

Ye Ying stood up, restraining his aura.

"There's no need to bring this kind of stuff up here."

This sentence made the disciples of Taichu Holy Land feel depressed.

Lin Ying's pupils changed. This person's aura was exposed when he made a move, and his soul and spirit merged with the sky.

He is just one step away from reaching heaven, but this person is not very old, yet he has such strength.

"Let me try."

A shadow passed by, and a figure appeared on the ring.

"Great, Senior Brother Zhou has gone up."

Zhou Bai looked at Ye Ying and didn't dare to be careless.

With a burst of momentum, he bent his legs and lunged forward, like a cannonball, charging towards Ye Ying.

Ye Ying looked at Zhou Bai and suddenly smiled.

Clench your five fingers tightly and fist strength emerges.

"Bang."

Zhou Bai spat out a mouthful of blood on the stage, his chest collapsed, and he fainted.

"Ascend to the Heavenly Realm."

Lin Ying's pupils contracted.

Zi Tianteng's eyes narrowed into slits due to his smile.

"Old friend, do you still have any outstanding disciples in your Taichu Holy Land?"

"If you don't believe it, go to some older ones."

"Ye Ying is not very motivated. He is only in his twenties and has just broken through to the Celestial Realm."

"I heard that there are many evil spirits in the Taichu Holy Land, and I want to come and see them."

"This brat is so arrogant that I can't control him anymore. Please get the demon from Taichu Holy Land to come out and teach him a lesson for me."

Lin Ying and a group of people from the Taichu Holy Land all looked unhappy.

A blatant slap in the face.

Do they have any disciples who have surpassed the Heaven Ascension Realm?

Yes, of course, but those disciples are all in their thirties.

Shen Qingchen was quite interested. This was so pretentious, without any technical content.

If Bai Wu were to show up, these disciples from the Purple Mansion Holy Land would be no match for him!

Ning Sirou's expression moved slightly.

Li Qingfeng also took a deep breath. He didn't know that so many talented people would emerge from the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

"Why don't you let your Holy Son come up?"

As soon as Zi Tianteng opened his mouth, Lin Ying stared at him with vicious eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. If you can't beat me, just admit defeat."

"Who else is coming up?"

Ye Ying's arrogant voice rang out on the ring.

"Let me try."

A gentle voice sounded.

After seeing this figure, everyone made way.

"Bai Wu."

"He actually got out."

Who is Bai Wu? He was the most evil person in the Taichu Holy Land before Gu Wenci and Ning Sirou came into being.

She is also a little younger than Gu Wenci and Ning Sirou.

Gu Wenci is twenty-seven and Ning Sirou is twenty-six.

Bai Wu is only twenty-three years old.

Bai Wu walked onto the stage slowly and unhurriedly.

Look at Yeying.

"Go down and let someone else take your place. You are no match for me."

Anger flashed in Ye Ying's eyes.

"Is he your opponent? You won't know until you fight him."

Ye Ying looked serious.

Bai Wu shook his head without saying anything, and a faint golden protection appeared around him.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!