The peak of Mount Wu.

In the square, ask the fairy at the foot of the platform.

Everyone wants to be the first to climb the Immortal Questioning Platform and enter the Immortal Gate to enter the Martial Immortal Realm.

Everyone rushed to be the first, and a melee broke out under the Wenxiantai.

Before entering the Yuwu Immortal Realm, these people who had reached the top of Yuwu Mountain had already started fighting.

Some people even attacked Xiao Yang.

However, Xiao Yang dodged directly.

He didn't want to reveal his strength too early.

At this time, the people from Qingyang Sword Sect had also come up.

Behind Jiang Qitian were all the disciples of Qingyang Sword Sect who were participating in the Jiazi Competition.

Jiang Ting and Qin Fei followed Jiang Qitian closely.

"Senior Brother..."

Song Qiang directly sent out a flying sword to kill the two guys who were attacking Xiao Yang.

One of the tall and strong men stretched out his hand and grabbed the flying sword that pierced through.

I saw a layer of black metal armor quickly covering his hands.

"Bang Bang!"

The strong man grabbed Song Qiang's flying sword with his hand, and flames splashed in all directions.

"Are you a disciple of the Weapon Refining Sect?"

Song Qiang was shocked.

He urged the sword on.

His flying sword immediately broke free from the strong man's grasp and flew out, flying directly to his side.

"A member of the Qingyang Sword Sect?"

The strong man looked at Song Qiang coldly.

䀴At this time, Lin Wangchuan started a fierce battle with another person.

The shadow of a beast appeared on that person's body, and what he was displaying was actually the Mysterious Art of Ten Thousand Beasts from the Beast Taming Villa.

This person was sometimes like a dragon coiling, sometimes like a tiger crouching, with an aura so terrifying that Lin Wangchuan was forced to use his monkey skills to dodge.

"Your agility..."

The man was shocked.

The next moment, he was like being possessed by a spirit monkey, and he used the Spirit Monkey Technique from the Mysterious Art of Ten Thousand Beasts to compete with Lin Wangchuan.

For a moment, it was like two monkeys were fighting.

The expressions and movements of both of them are as lifelike as monkeys.

Everyone around was attracted by this scene.

At this moment, there was a great commotion in the square.

I saw a guy whose whole body was covered with metal plates, with only a pair of eyes exposed, attacking with great force, killing several martial artists in one go, and scaring the martial artists around him to hide away.

A frightening and murderous aura emanated from this guy.

Everyone was shocked.

"It's Wang Kunpeng, the Saint Son of the Weapon Refining Sect..."

Someone exclaimed.

"The Ten Ultimate Battle Armor?"

Jiang Qitian couldn't help but be surprised to see Wang Kunpeng wearing armor. He hadn't even entered the Yuwu Fairyland yet, but Wang Kunpeng had already activated the Ten Absolute Armor?

If he's so aggressive right from the start, how are the others going to survive?

"Master Jiang, how are you?"

At this moment, a man came from the side and bowed to Jiang Qitian.

Jiang Qitian turned his head and his pupils suddenly contracted.

I saw that this person was an old man.

The old man's steps were neither fast nor slow, and each step seemed to be treading on the laws of heaven and earth, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly.

He was tall, with sparkling eyes and silver hair fluttering in the wind, and he exuded an air of dominance.

"Wang Ao?"

Xiao Yang recognized the old man.

This old man was none other than Master Wang Kunpeng, the leader of the Refining Weapon Sect, Wang Ao.

Wherever Wang Ao passed, everyone was pushed away by an invisible force.

Behind Wang Ao were a group of disciples from the Weapon Refining Sect who were participating in the Jiazi Competition.

"Master!"

Wang Kunpeng walked over and everyone moved away.

This is a god of death.

"Master Wang, it's been a long time since we last met. Your cultivation has improved a lot!"

Jiang Qitian bowed to Wang Ao.

"Hehe, how can we compare to Sect Master Jiang? Sect Master Jiang has a Qingyang Sword, so we have to admit defeat."

Wang Ao glanced at the long sword on Jiang Qitian's waist and said this, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

The Qingyang Sword is one of the three great swords in the North.

The Fuyao Sword, the Qingyang Sword, and the Qingyun Sword are known as the three great swords of the North.

However, when people only heard of Qingyang and Fuyao, the Qingyun Sword had disappeared hundreds of years ago when the Qingyun Sect was conquered by the Demon Cult.

Some people said that the Qingyun Sword was stolen by the Demon Cult and took away Mo Yuan.

Some people also say that the Qingyun Sword flew away from the Qingyun Sect by itself.

There are many different opinions, but one thing is absolutely true, that is, the Qingyun Sword is really missing.

The Supreme Sword of the Supreme Taoist Sect, and also a famous divine sword in the North.

But no one knows whether the Qingyang Sword or the Supreme Sword is more powerful.

As for the Fuyao Sword, the magic sword of the Fuyao Sword School, it has not appeared for a long time.

"Sect Master Wang is too modest. Your sect's Ten Absolute Battle Armor is not bad at all!"

Although Jiang Qitian was a little unhappy, he didn't show it.

Wang Ao was simply mocking him for relying on the Qingyang Sword to compete with them.

But didn't the Weapon Refining Sect also rely on various magical spiritual weapons to win?

Isn't this Ten Ultimate Armor a killer weapon?

"Haha, Sect Master Jiang is joking."

Wang Ao laughed.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries and then led their respective disciples towards the Questioning Platform.

At this moment, all those people who were fighting just now became quiet.

Because they all knew that these two were the big guys in the Northern cultivation world.

Song Qiang and Lin Wangchuan also stopped.

Lin Wangchuan and the disciple from the Beast Taming Villa were having a lot of fun and were not satisfied yet.

The disciples of the Beast Taming Villa were also very curious about Lin Wangchuan's monkey skills.

The two of them actually felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

Under the leadership of Jiang Qitian and Wang Ao, the disciples of Qingyang Sword Sect and Refining Weapon Sect ascended the Immortal Questioning Platform under the gaze of everyone.

"The senior brother hasn't come up yet."

Lin Wangchuan suddenly said, he turned and looked at Xiao Yang who was standing under the Wenxiantai.

"Senior Brother..."

Song Qiang was also surprised.

Qin Fei, who was standing next to Jiang Ting, cast a provocative look at Xiao Yang.

However, at this moment, a beam of immortal light fell from the immortal gate, instantly covering everyone on the immortal platform.

The next moment, all the figures on the platform disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Are you Xiao Yang, the Saint Son of the Qingyang Sword Sect?"

Everyone gathered around Xiao Yang.

In recent times, Xiao Yang has been unrivaled in the cultivation world of the Northern Territory.

Even Li Xingyao from the Fuyao Sword School was defeated by him.

At this time, Xiao Yang was definitely recognized as the best young person in the North.

However, everyone also heard that the Fuyao Sword Sect's Saint Li Xingyao had already broken through to the Divine Martial Realm.

Xiao Yang is now at the peak of Tianwu Realm.

As a result, Xiao Yang will be in trouble in this Jiazi competition.

"My fellow brothers, why don't we work together to drive this Qingyang Sword Sect's Saint down the mountain? That way, we will have one less strong opponent in the Jiazi Competition!"

Someone said loudly.

Xiao Yang looked in the direction of the sound.

The person who was inciting the martial artists in the square to join forces to deal with him was Ye Feiyang, the leader of the Beast Taming Villa.

The martial artists in the square couldn't help but be excited when they heard this.

The leader of Qingyang Sword Sect has already led other disciples into the Yuwu Fairyland, and now only Xiao Yang is left.

Xiao Yang is left alone.

Moreover, if Jiang Qitian were here, no one would dare to touch anyone from the Qingyang Sword Sect.

Jiang Qitian's Qingyang Sword is not a vegetarian.

Even Li Chenyu, a half-saint from the Fuyao Sword Sect, could not stop Jiang Qitian's sword.

The news of Jiang Qitian defeating Li Chenyu with a single sword in the spiritual vein of the northern mountain of Longcheng City that day had already spread.

Li Chenyu’s loss was not unfair.

All the young martial artists present combined could not stop Jiang Qitian's sword.

But now no one is protecting Xiao Yang.

"What are you waiting for?"

Ye Feiyang said loudly.

The Supreme Taoist disdains to take action.

At this time, the Supreme Dao Master also led the Supreme Dao Sect's disciples to ascend the Immortal Platform.

Ye Feiyang winked at Chu Guiye. He wanted Chu Guiye to take the lead in attacking Xiao Yang.

However, he never dreamed that the Chu Guiye now was no longer the same Chu Guiye.

At this time, the leader of Tianyi Sect led the disciples of Tianyi Sect up the mountain.

The disciples of Shifang Qimen were also present.

The owner of the Divine Sword Villa also led his disciples to the top of Mount Yuwu.

In an instant, the square on the top of Mount Wu was filled with powerful men.

Those sect leaders and heads of sects all have extraordinary bearings, showing the demeanor of strong men and the power of the head of a sect.

The leader of the Tianyi Sect is a masked woman in white.

The woman was surrounded by spiritual energy and floated out of the world, like a fairy descending from the sky.

Ning Shu, the Saintess of Tianyi Sect, would naturally not join forces with others to embarrass Xiao Yang.

Li Fanyin would never do such a despicable thing.

Chu Guixi is now pretending to be Chu Guiye and will not attack Xiao Yang.

Although there are many remaining martial artists, they are not stupid.

Xiao Yang had once defeated Li Xingyao, the saint of the Fuyao Sword Sect. Who would dare to attack him so easily?

So, Ye Feiyang was left alone.

"This……"

Ye Feiyang was really embarrassed, and for a moment, he couldn't save face.

He thought that if he made a call from a high place, people would respond.

Who would have thought that he himself became a clown.

All the sect leaders and clan masters looked at Xiao Yang, and then walked towards the Questioning Platform.

The Jiazi competition is the most important event.

In fact, the Jiazi Competition is a competition among the younger generation of martial artists, and these bigwigs are not allowed to interfere.

Moreover, the consequences of intervention are serious.

Soon, all the people from the five major sects, namely Tianyi Sect, Shifang Qimen, Shenjian Villa, Wushang Dao Sect, and Guiyu Wu Sect, climbed onto the Wenxiantai and entered the Yuwu Immortal Realm one after another.

Plus the previous Qingyang Sword Sect and the Weapon Refining Sect.

Seven of the ten major sects in the northern region have already entered the Yuwu Immortal Realm.

"Get out of here, you disgraceful thing."

A majestic voice sounded, and a black-haired old man strode over with a group of black-clothed disciples.

Ye Longsheng, the owner of the Beast Taming Villa, has arrived.

Xiao Yang looked at Ye Longsheng.

This man looked just like the leader of the Weapon Refining Sect, both of them were tall and had a domineering aura.

As soon as Ye Feiyang saw Ye Longsheng, he ran over in panic.

“Uncle…”

Ye Feiyang nervously gave Ye Longsheng a gift.

"Follow me!"

Ye Longsheng glanced at Xiao Yang, then led a group of disciples towards the Questioning Platform.

Who dares to stop it?

No one dared to stop it.

As the people from the Beast Taming Villa also entered the Yuwu Immortal Realm, at this time, among the ten major sects, only the people from the Fuyao Sword Sect and the Danding Sect had not arrived yet.

"He!"

At this moment, without any warning, a dozen young martial artists attacked Xiao Yang at the same time.

"Finally you couldn't help yourself and took action?"

Xiao Yang raised the corners of his mouth, as if he had already expected someone to attack him.