"I look forward to the day you become Chief."

Ning Ye took a deep look at Zhang Junbao and said, the chief of the Holy Land has a competition every ten years, and as long as it is a disciple who has entered the Holy Land within thirty years, he is eligible to participate.

But once you become the chief of each generation, in addition to applause and flowers, you will also receive deeper exercises in the Holy Land, top-level heavenly and earthly treasures, and guests of countless forces.

Normally, most people don't start participating in this competition until they join twenty years ago, but Ning Ye only gave Zhang Junbao ten years, that is, he only had one chance.

After receiving the apprentices, Ning Ye disappeared in place with the little girl in his arms, leaving one last sentence.

"Zheng Jun, I'll send this girl back later."

Because he was here, many people in the Holy Land seemed to have an invisible pressure, and Ning Ye didn't like this atmosphere very much, so he left.

He used to fantasize about having a group of friends, but as his position became higher and higher, there were fewer and fewer friends, or even none.

The high place is unbearable, or the strong should be lonely, Ning Ye's loss of this is only a moment, how much he loses, he is destined to be able to get more things.

As for the quota of the battle of Tianjiao, he doesn't care, not to mention that Yingzheng still has a chance, just when it comes to his level, basically all laws are not violated.

Anything that can be done is only the icing on the cake, but it does not play a key role, and it can be said that it does not help him in any way.

If Zhang Junbao really has that strength, it is not impossible to give him a quota, for this battle of Tianjiao, he is not as enthusiastic as he imagined.

After Ning Ye's figure disappeared, Chang Xiaobai soon also arranged Zhang Junbao's residence, no matter what, Zhang Junbao was also a saint disciple, and he looked very important.

If it is above the status, it can be said that it is still above them, so Chang Xiaobai personally went out, and many people also sighed.

You must know that they were still hesitating before, but they didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, this Zhang Junbao was basically equivalent to their existence.

What happened before the Holy Land was quickly known to the people at the foot of the mountain, because the Holy Land had nothing to hide, and basically the strong could hear the conversations of the people in the Holy Land.

Of course, this is also because of the assessment, if it is normal, as long as these strong people dare to detect the truth of the Holy Land, they will definitely suffer a heavy blow.

"How is this possible?! Zhang Junbao actually became that person's disciple!? ”

"If you become the chief within ten years, Zhang Junbao will be able to participate in the battle of Tianjiao in a hundred years!?"

"Why is that waste's luck so good, are we wrong, in fact, he is a peerless genius!?"

"Starting from a mortal and catching up with the top Tianjiao for a hundred years, is this really possible, is that saint really so confident in Zhang Junbao?!"

.......

After the news spread, everyone was fried in an instant, and there was a lot of discussion everywhere, because Zhang Junbao was the center of the topic, and now he was involved in a place in the battle of Tianjiao.

There were only three in the entire Douqi Continent, of which two were occupied by the Extreme West, and they had received a warning long before that the Extreme West could not be lightly offended.

In other words, there is only Xiao Yan, the luck king who is well known in the world, left, but think about the scene in front of him, it is really more human than human, and he is angry.

Zhang Junbao can get a quota as long as he cultivates to become the chief, compared to their birth and death, they don't know if they can get the quota, it's a stark contrast.

In particular, many Tianjiao's faces are very ugly, and they obviously have a deep jealousy of Zhang Junbao.

However, after Zhang Junbao joined the Holy Land, their identities have changed, and it is no longer possible to be like before.

"That Zhang Junbao, maybe we all looked away."

Yao Lao's voice sounded in Xiao Yan's mind, and there was a hint of decline in his tone.

He thinks that he is not as good as that demonic saint, and since that saint has accepted disciples, then Zhang Junbao is definitely not a waste.

Now that I think about it, that Yutai must be unusual, and some Tianjiao who had some small fame in the Douqi Continent also came to participate.

But now it seems that the situation is not optimistic, many people have been eliminated, and how can the first person to pass be the idle generation.

Xiao Yan nodded solemnly, although he had some malice towards the Holy Land, he also had to admit that he was on Zhang Junbao's side in his heart.

The reason is very simple, because he has had such an experience before, and it is unknown whether such an experience is good or bad for him.

In three years, he lost his dazzling light, but he gained more, and Zhang Junbao was not only three years, but now he is soaring.

Just as everyone was talking, people began to arrive at the Holy Land behind, and the elder-level figures in the Holy Land took action one after another to accept the disciples they thought were good.

There are also many people who are still being assessed, but less than one hand has passed the Holy Land so far, and there are not many people who are still assessed in the first round.

The spotlight has shifted back, as time has passed, and now there is only one figure left.

A figure crawling with both hands, he hasn't given up yet, he is still insisting, if the previous person sank directly.

Then this one is not only a test of will, but also a burden on the body, and everyone found that this young man's body was too weak.

It seems that he can fall ill at any time, but it can be said that he is still insisting, compared to the counterattack of Zhang Junbao, this teenager's persistence is moving.

"Is this person Fang Cheng!?"

Zheng Jun's eyes flashed with a hint of color, and he muttered, with a hint of appreciation in his words, and couldn't help but have a trace of the idea of accepting apprentices in his heart.

Especially after the Holy Lord took in the disciples, now unlike a hundred years ago, his daughter no longer needs his care.

It's just a pity that his daughter is not inheriting his mastery, but has her own way to go, so he also has a trace of love in his heart.

"I can't give up!"

On the jade platform, Fang Cheng's face was pale, his eyes were already blurred, but there was still a trace of focus in the depths that seemed to be able to disperse.

He still has his sister to save, he doesn't want to lose his only relative, he doesn't want to be alienated by everyone, he wants to be a strong man respected by everyone.

This was his last and only chance, and he had no reason to give up, so he bit his tongue hard, stimulated his spirit, and continued his journey.