"Senior sister, what's wrong?"
When Ci Jing heard Feng Caitian's words, he immediately asked in confusion.
Dongfang Yuan was also puzzled.
How come the battle to select the saint hasn't even started yet? Feng Caitian seems to have no hope for Ci Jing anymore.
Feng Caitian's face was gloomy, and he said helplessly: "Junior sister, Song Tingxin, that girl, has returned before you."
Ci Jing looked at her immediately, and Feng Caitian continued: "Dong Li Xunyi also came back with her."
"He brought more than ten Immortal Emperor Realm experts from the Samsara Immortal Clan, including nine at the eighth level of the Immortal Emperor Realm. In addition to Dong Lixunyi himself, that's basically all the people from Song Tingxin's side who were selected."
Dongli Xunyi is the young master of the Samsara Immortal Clan.
Hearing this, Ci Jing frowned tightly.
Song Tingxin really called over the people from the Samsara Immortal Clan.
Moreover, there are nine people who have reached the eighth level of the Immortal Emperor realm with the highest level of cultivation.
It is obvious that Dong Li Xunyi has put in a lot of effort to help Song Tingxin seize the position of the Saint.
No wonder Feng Caitian no longer had any hope for it.
After all, in this hall, Dongfang Yuan is the only one whose cultivation level is at the seventh level of the Immortal Emperor Realm.
As for Lei Zu, he is at the Immortal Emperor level and cannot enter.
But if she truly understood Dongfang Yuan's strength, she would probably not have such thoughts.
"Palace Master Feng."
"Just nine people in the eighth level of the Immortal Emperor Realm. They can't pose a threat to Ci Jing's position as the Saint. You just need to relax." Dongfang Yuan said.
Feng Caitian was a little surprised, "What does Daoist Dongfang mean by this?"
"Junior sister, do you have other helpers?"
Ci Jing shook his head.
Dongfang Yuan smiled and continued, "Palace Master Feng, many things cannot be explained clearly with words."
"You just need to wait until the Saint Selection War begins, and then you will understand everything."
Feng Caitian looked at Dongfang Yuan in surprise.
What she saw in Dongfang Yuan's eyes was incomparable calmness and confidence.
Even she felt it vaguely.
This man's aura...how come he is so powerful that he can surpass me?
"Strange...is this an illusion?"
Feng Caitian was confused...
Then he didn’t think about it any more: “That’s it.”
"Since Fellow Daoist Dongfang said so, I will wait and see."
"But I still say that, Junior Sister, if it really doesn't work, just do your best and don't force it."
"Even without the title of Saint, Senior Sister can still protect you throughout your life."
"Thank you, Senior Sister." Ci Jing said.
Afterwards, Feng Caitian left.
"Your Majesty, let me take you to visit the Changyin Immortal Palace." Ci Jing took the initiative to say.
"good."
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Dongfang Yuan asked the Shadow Guard to stay, and he, Lei Zu, Linghu Fan and Qian Xinrui followed Ci Jing to wander around the Changyin Immortal Palace.
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Ci Jing took Dongfang Yuan and the others for a walk for about half an hour, and then they arrived at a square.
This is the martial arts training arena for the disciples of Changyin Immortal Palace. There are dozens of arenas where people are fighting.
There were many disciples watching from all sides.
"Senior Sister Ci."
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted at Ci Jing.
Ci Jing, Dongfang Yuan and their group turned around to look.
They saw a young and beautiful woman walking towards them with a dozen people.
Next to the woman, there was a handsome young man of the same age, who looked bohemian with a faint smile on his face.
"Junior Sister Tingxin." Ci Jing looked at the woman and smiled slightly.
Song Tingxin came over with her companions, smiling, and said, "Senior Sister Ci, I thought you didn't come back so early. After all, there are still seven days before the Saint Selection Battle."
Ci Jing smiled slightly: "Didn't Junior Sister come back early?"
"Sister, how can we compare?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Let me introduce you to it."
"This is the young master of the Samsara Immortal Clan, Dongli Xunyi."
"And my fiancé too."
"After I become a saint, I will announce my marriage with Xunyi."
At this moment, Song Tingxin introduced Ci Jing with a "kind" face.
"I have heard of Fairy Ci Jing's name for a long time. After seeing her today, I find that the rumors are indeed true."
"My name is Dongli Xunyi, I am honored."
Dongfang Xunyi smiled slowly at Ci Jing.
Ci Jing just nodded, and then said: "Junior sister, you said that you will announce it after you become a saint? What if you fail in the battle to select a saint, what should you do?"
Song Tingxin had already started to feel disgusted with her.
Ci Jing did not want to be outdone and retorted.
"Senior sister, you are really good at joking."
"This time, with Xunyi's full support, how could I fail?" Song Ting said with a smile in her heart.
"That's not necessarily true."
"No one can tell until the end," Ci Jing replied.
Dong Li Xunyi ignored the two women's verbal confrontation. His eyes were attracted by Qian Xinrui who was standing next to Dongfang Yuan.
"I wonder who this girl is?"
Dongfang Yuan was shocked to see that this pretty boy was planning to hit on his woman.
He immediately sneered, put his arm around Qian Xinrui's slender waist, and said bluntly: "If you have nothing else, just let me pass."
"Get out of the way. We still have other places to visit."
Seeing that he was being ignored, Dong Li Xunyi, who had been smiling like spring breeze, turned a little cold.
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