Xiang Sheng closed his eyes and listened silently.

She collected a lot of files about the Dongzhou Competition in Tianqing Pavilion, but Ying Changfeng's explanation was even more detailed than what was in those files.

"My Wanjian Sect was also glorious ten thousand years ago."

Ying Changfeng smiled bitterly, "But now, even maintaining the existence of the sect is very difficult. In the last competition, we barely ranked last.

"Now, the number of disciples within the sect is declining, and the situation is even worse than it was five hundred years ago. We have no choice but to find another way. We need to seek help from independent cultivators to help us win the ranking for the sect."

As Ying Changfeng spoke, he touched the storage ring with his left hand and took out a purple crystal stone: "This is the sect token of my Wanjian Sect. If Brother Wang is willing to help, even though my Wanjian Sect is in decline, we can still produce a dazzling magic weapon."

“Brother Ying, don’t say anything!”

Wang Tuo snatched the token from Ying Changfeng's hand, laughed heartily, and said, "You're the first friend I've met since I got out. I'll do you a favor!"

Ying Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Brother Wang, I still need to make something clear to you. The treasures given by the five major sects are much better than our Wanjian Sect."

"The five major sects are already so powerful, yet they still ask for help from independent cultivators? How shameless!"

Wang Tuo tutted his words and subconsciously looked at Xiang Sheng, his tone becoming strange: "Brother Zhu, are you one of the five..."

"no."

Xiang Sheng opened his eyes and said in a cold tone, "Wang Tuo, if you can't speak, just shut up! No one thinks you're dumb."

Wang Tuo was scolded coldly, but he was not annoyed at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhu, you have a very bad temper."

Ying Changfeng felt ashamed, thinking to himself that it would be abnormal if Fellow Daoist Zhu did not react to your words that were so offensive.

"I don't like what you said, but I'm not angry. There's someone like that in our village too, with a very bad temper but a very kind heart."

Wang Tuo chuckled as he suddenly tossed the fluorite token in his hand to Xiang Sheng, saying, "Since you don't have a sect, why not lend a hand to the Wanjian Sect? Who knows, maybe the two of us can make the Wanjian Sect soar to the sky!"

At this point, Wang Tuo seemed to feel something was wrong. He turned his head to look at Ying Changfeng and said, "Brother Ying, if the ranking is raised too high, won't your sect be in trouble?"

Ying Changfeng was stunned and stammered, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

This Wang Tuo seems to be really thinking about this problem seriously.

Didn't he know that there were also disciples of various sects participating in the East Continent Competition? They were all Jindan stage cultivators, and they were definitely not comparable to foundation building cultivators.

hiss--

Ying Changfeng thought about it and felt a toothache. This person had just come down the mountain to gain experience and might really not know anything.

His mind was in a mess, and he even felt a little regretful about giving the token to Wang Tuo.

Ah no no no!

The token is not in Wang Tuo’s hands now.

Ying Changfeng immediately came to his senses and looked towards Wang Tuo's side.

Seeing Xiang Sheng staring at the fluorite in silence, he quickly said, "Fellow Daoist Zhu, please don't feel embarrassed. This matter cannot be forced. If you don't want to, just say so."

Xiang Sheng pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Ying, it's not that I'm unwilling. It's just that I have the same concerns as Fellow Daoist Wang. If I rank too high, I'm afraid it will bring disaster to your sect."

"What?"

Ying Changfeng stared at Xiang Sheng, petrified on the spot.

He thought that although Zhu Lu was taciturn, he was a normal person. He didn't expect that this person was the same as Wang Tuo, and both of them were not mentally normal.

Ying Changfeng didn't reply for a long time, but Lin Hai smiled and said happily, "It's great that you two brothers are willing to help!"

He immediately took out another token and handed it to Wang Tuo, "On this trip from our Wanjian Sect, only Senior Brother Ying meets the requirements to enter the secret realm.

If we can get the help of the two brothers, even if we can't save our territory, it would be a great comfort to have Brother Ying back alive."

"Come back alive?"

Wang Tuo took the fluorite and put it away, his face turning strange. "What do you mean by come back alive? Isn't that a secret assessment realm? How could there be casualties? Are there any requirements for entering? What are they?"

A series of questions were thrown out, and Lin Hai was dumbfounded.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, if you want to enter the secret realm, your bone age only needs to be under 300 years old, and there is no limit to your cultivation level."

Ying Changfeng replied weakly, "As for why there were casualties, without the token from the Four Extremes City disciples, the secret realm naturally wouldn't protect outsiders."

"I see."

Wang Tuo suddenly understood and then became excited, "Doesn't that mean that fighting can happen in there at any time?"

Ying Changfeng took a deep breath and said, "Yes!"