The Ten Thousand Swords Sect obviously attached great importance to this competition with the Tiesheng Sect, and four monks of the same age as Qingming Zhenren were sent alone. Except for Qingyu Zhenren, the peak master of the Little Cloud Mist Peak, the peak masters of the other four peaks all brought their disciples to the scene.

Because Xiaoyun Peak was originally a mountain that focused on immortal cultivation, it was originally a little out of place with other mountains, although it was a big event this time, it was also a bit mundane. The Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect looked at Qingyu Zhenren's disdain on his face, and simply let him stay in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, so as to preside over the order within the sect.

Glutinous rice naturally followed the Qingming Zhenren, mixed with the inner and outer disciples of Qingquan Peak, and went outside to participate in the competition.

The ring of this competition is not set in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. For the sake of fairness, it naturally cannot be set up in the Iron Birth Gate. Therefore, the immortal elders on both sides found a place in the nearby secular world, and joined forces to cast spells to create a place shrouded in illusions, so that the disciples could compete in it with peace of mind.

Since the glutinous rice was beaten up the mountain, it has never gone outside. This time, with the disciples of Qingquan Peak, he sat on the back of the Winged Tiger, and flew low over those villages and towns, and he could see many residents below looking up blankly, and then chasing the trajectory of the Winged Tiger's flight while exclaiming.

It's just that how could those people on the ground catch up with the speed of the Winged Tiger, and they were thrown away by the Winged Tiger for a long distance in an instant.

The other disciples were obviously accustomed to being so high up that they could hear the sound of their heads, but they only lowered their heads a little and glanced at them. Some of the younger ones made a mockery of it in a low voice, and some of the older ones simply didn't bother to look down, and only regarded the mortals who were chasing after them as if they were wisps of dust.

It was the first time that glutinous rice had encountered such a situation, and it couldn't help but panic. She looked left and right, then looked down at the people running after the winged tiger. Many people waved and shouted something while chasing, and they couldn't run a few steps. Others fell to the ground. It's just that the speed of the winged tiger's flight is obviously very fast, and she can't see it clearly, and the people chasing below have all turned into a small black dot in the distance.

"Little junior brother, this is the first time I've gone out." A disciple next to him saw Nuomi's face with an uneasy look, so he turned his head and accosted her, "The first time I saw it, I was a little scared, just get used to it." When we went out, we weren't surrounded in the middle. It's in the mountains. Those mortals who bring food up always want to get some benefits from us, so there is no need to be afraid. ”

After Xu Zening vaguely mentioned it a few times, the disciples in the Qingquan Peak Hall no longer ignored the glutinous rice, and they would also take the initiative to come over to talk to her. It's just that the disciple who accosted him obviously didn't understand the meaning of glutinous rice, and this comfort didn't comfort the point.

Nuomi blinked her eyes, still lowered her head, and whispered in agreement, her eyes never leaving the tiny figures chasing the winged tiger on the ground.

Looking down from the back of the winged tiger, those mortals really looked like little black dots.

More than half a year ago. Nuomi is still a member of that group of mortals, maybe even worse than those who chase the winged tiger, where does she have such a running body. She stared down blankly, not knowing whether she was glad that her fate had changed, or if she remembered her past.

The disciple who was talking to Nuomi was sitting on the edge of Nuomi, and seeing that Nuomi didn't speak, he turned slightly sideways and continued, "Those mortals just work hard all their lives, and they can't step into the realm of cultivating immortals like us. Naturally, they want to get the benefits of stars from us. You see that they are now respectful. I really got the benefits I wanted, but it was a different face immediately, so don't be deceived by someone like that. ”

"Oh......" Glutinous rice agreed in a thin voice, but her eyes were still chasing the people like the little black dots below, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

The disciple next to him babbled something again, and Nuomi didn't hear it clearly, just sat quietly on the side.

The speed of the Winged Tiger is naturally extremely fast. It didn't take long for it to fall from the sky.

This time, the destination was on a wasteland far from the secular village, surrounded by wild grass and surrounded by some forests, which looked like an isolated island on land. Standing in it, people immediately feel the vastness of the world and their own insignificance.

But it didn't last long.

In order to hold this competition, both sects have put a lot of thought into it. Just such a small place has been cleaned up by them in a proper manner. He also specially found a number of mortals to come, specifically to provide food for the disciples who came to participate in the competition.

These immortal cultivators are originally non-smugglers. Even when they are in the mountain gate, there are special people who are responsible for boiling water and cooking for them. Now, even though I have come to the secular world, I can't change this habit. It was outside here, in order to save face for the two factions, they found someone while comparing.

Even when the glutinous rice was in the mountain gate, he was used to seeing that kind of situation, and now that he suddenly saw a more luxurious set, he couldn't help but feel a little unaccustomed.

The Qingquan Peak disciples who followed him didn't seem to feel anything, just chatting and laughing with each other, all the way in the direction of the room.

The glutinous rice is just dazzling, and at this time it can only follow everyone to the place where they stay. She looked around four times, and saw that the buildings here were completely different from the desolation she had seen on the back of the winged tiger. Outside, due to natural disasters, it always looks barren, and this is a place specially picked out to be relatively far away from the crowd, and the outside is naturally an inaccessible place.

But where do the buildings here look half barren and wilted? How bleak the environment outside is, how prosperous their newly built competition hall is.

Even the mortals who walked around them and helped with the menial chores looked a little brighter than those outside.

When she sat on the back of the winged tiger before, Nuomi couldn't clearly see the appearance of the people chasing below, but she just didn't see it clearly, and she could still portray the image of those people in her mind. After all, she used to be one of the people there, chasing a rare hope, the hope of living.

The people on the side were laughing and playing, but Nuomi felt a little out of place. She originally had a soft personality, and she really couldn't be compared with those immortal Dao disciples who were young and proud.

Fortunately, there was no need for Nuomi to stay with those mountain disciples around him.

This time, he came out with him, at least he was a more favored outer disciple, the number of people was not very large, and all the places where he lived were divided into one room per person, so that they would not disturb each other, so that these disciples could concentrate on preparing for the competition. After all, everyone has some hidden means, where they want others to see. There is also competition between these disciples.

Nuomi followed behind the crowd and picked a room next to the corner, a little farther away from the others. The other disciples were a little surprised by the choice of glutinous rice, and felt that it was a cold corner, and they all felt reluctant to go. Nuomi thinks the house is neat and tidy.

Now up and down Qingquan Peak, no one will ignore her existence. No matter what she wants to do, someone will remember her saviva, and she always has to say a word to her, and I don't know if it was Xu Zening who explained it.

But now, glutinous rice is going to feel unaccustomed to it.

She usually shrinks herself so small that she almost can't see her, and she feels at ease when she can hide behind the crowd. In the end, it is not a good thing to receive attention over the years, so naturally I just want to disappear into the crowd. When she first started on the mountain, she did quite well, a small miscellaneous disciple, and no one cared about her existence at all. But now because of Ye Fan, Tian Tian and Qingming Zhenren, she was forced to be pulled in front of everyone's eyes.

Glutinous rice felt helpless, but powerless to get rid of it. She's just at a loss, and those people won't care.

Now that she was finally able to hide behind everyone for a while, she felt relieved.

The disciples of Qingquan Peak who came over with them were all surprised. They don't know much about glutinous rice, and only from Xu Zening's attitude a while ago did they gradually remember that there was such a little junior brother in the mountain gate. In their hearts, they didn't think that glutinous rice was their own person, and now it was the last moment of the competition, where would they have the leisure to take care of an unfamiliar junior. That is, they wanted to be familiar with each other, and they looked for the room in groups of three or five, and each went in.

The open space, which was still a little noisy, also quieted down as the flow of people dispersed, and with the bleak wind, it seemed a little deserted. At this time, the sun is about to go down, and although it is not visible in the daytime, it is still a little cool in the evening.

Nuomi looked around very much, and saw that everyone went back to their rooms, so she patted her little chest with a sigh of relief. She is young, naturally she doesn't have any chest, and she is slightly erect, but she is as cute as a small animal.

With no one around staring at her anymore, she carried her small package and walked all the way to the room she had chosen. She now has a storage bag, which she could have kept in her own hands without having to carry it in her hands. But she is not willing to show off and attract people's attention, and when she went out, she saw that many senior brothers were holding the burden in their hands, so she also learned.

There's really nothing worth taking. It's just a change of clothes, and there are no clutter on the side.

ps: Thank you Qinglang 1992 and the nickname is occupied by the peace charm of the pro-tip~

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