He Yifei saw the young king on this humble platform, and he understood who did this "huge" project. Indeed, as the most powerful teenager in the entire Southeast Slum, he has the strength to build this platform.

In the slums, all the teenagers who chose the path of cultivation, after experiencing the selection of the immortal sect, the unsuccessful children had to enter the army and perform compulsory military service for up to ten years. Therefore, the attribution of the name of the young king will change every year.

This year's young king, named Lin Zeyu, is also a child with a miserable background. It is rumored that his father was in the army and was originally a commander of a thousand people. It's just that during a mission, he unfortunately died in the mouth of the wild beast. Later, the army returned his father's old belongings to his mother.

However, his father is also a person with a heart, and among his relics, there is actually a Qi refining technique that he has exchanged for his military exploits.

Since then, the young king has taken advantage of the opportunity that his father exchanged for his life, and his strength has grown by leaps and bounds, becoming the most powerful existence among this generation of teenagers.

In fact, among the slums, there are many people like He Yifei's ancestors who were dismissed from the rich areas. It's just that the hidden treasures of those down-and-out families were all robbed by the descendants of the clan, which eventually caused many incomplete consequences of martial arts or qi refining techniques.

And a down-and-out rich man like He Yifei who can still retain a relatively complete set of martial arts is really rare.

At this moment, on that humble sightseeing platform, there was a young king in front of him, and He Yifei didn't dare to go to the front of the platform at all. However, being at such a high position, he could see everything on the wide road in the distance, which made him very satisfied.

"Zebhutto, why did you come so early?"

He Yifei slowly sat beside Zebuto, and asked his neighbors and friends softly.

"Hehe, I'm not here so early, can you have a chance to see the style of the Xianmen on this platform?" Zebuto smiled casually.

"Yes, after so many years, I haven't had the opportunity to reach such a high place to look down on all beings!" He Yifei said embarrassedly, his eyes already scanning the crowd below.

"Nonsense, it's not like you don't know, we don't allow buildings that are too tall in our slums. However, every year's celebration ceremony, being able to build a platform has become a tacit rule for Sifang City. However, in every slum, only the young king can have this honor! ”

Zebuto's face was proud, but his eyes glanced at the young king sitting in front of him, and his expression unconsciously revealed incomparable envy.

"Xianmen! Xianmen!"

While the two were chatting, an earth-shattering cheer could already be heard from the easternmost part of the passage. And as the sound spread, the sea of people in the distance also surged, like the surface of the sea with steep waves.

"The people from Xianmen are here!" At this moment, He Yifei stood up suddenly with excitement.

"Yifei, why are you so nervous, let's just sit here, and we can see the whole picture of Xianmen. Zebuto was not as excited as He Yifei, he reached out and tugged at the corner of He Yifei's clothes, signaling him to be restless.

"Shouldn't we be more respectful to welcome the arrival of the Immortal Gate?" He Yifei said puzzled.

"Hehe, do you think that if you are respectful to them, you will be able to make them take you under the door out of the ordinary?

"Sit down, or get out!"

At this time, from the front of the platform, there was an angry shout.

Hearing the angry shout, He Yifei hurriedly withdrew his gaze from afar and looked towards the front of the platform.

I saw that the young man was glaring at He Yifei who was standing in a daze with an angry face, obviously, the previous angry shout was made by the young king.

And the people sitting around the Young King were also attracted by the Young King's angry shouts, and they looked behind them one by one following the Young King's gaze, wanting to see which one of them was not long-eyed and dared to provoke the majesty of the Young King?

"Boss, I'm sorry, he just came, and he doesn't know the rules you set!"

Seeing that the young king was angry, Ze Butuo also remembered something, and hurriedly excused his friend, and at the same time, his hand holding the corner of He Yifei's clothes suddenly increased.

"Sit down! Hurry up!" Zebuto, who was smiling at the young king, moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and let out a vague urge.

He Yifei didn't dare to provoke the majesty of the Young King at all, and it was also about whether he could look up to the immortal gate in awe in his heart here. In desperation, He Yifei had to bend down and retract his legs, and honestly sat back beside Zebuto.

Seeing He Yifei sit down again, the young king glanced at the entire platform behind him again before turning his head in satisfaction.

And throughout the whole process, Zebuto kept nodding and smiling at the young king, as if he was apologizing for He Yifei's recklessness.

"Ze Buto, what the hell is going on?" He Yifei was also slightly relieved when he saw the young king turn around. Still, he whispered a question to his friend.

"You don't know, the Young King has already made a rule before, no one sightseeing on this platform is allowed to stand. Otherwise, they will be deprived of the right to enjoy the platform!"

Zebuto covered his mouth with his right hand, looking cautious, lest his voice affect the mood of the young king in front of him.

"Why is this? After so many years of Qingle Ceremony, I have never seen a young king dare to ignore the immortal gate so much?" He Yifei was very puzzled in his heart, he couldn't guess the young king's mind at all.

"We're not roundworms in their stomachs, how can we guess their thoughts? Forget it, you can be content with such a good position, don't worry too much about anything else!" Zebuto complained softly, as if he was still angry at He Yifei's previous recklessness.

Seeing Zebuto's impatient appearance, He Yifei didn't dare to say anything more, after all, Zebuto also helped him a lot. Otherwise, he would never have had a chance to come to this platform.

At this time, the sound in the distance also quickly spread to the place where the platform was standing. All of a sudden, the crowd below the platform also began to cheer wildly, and their extremely hard performance was just to attract the attention of the immortal gate.

On the platform, even if there is a young king in charge, among the crowd below, there are still some bold people, who actually climb up the iron pillar where the platform is built, just to avoid the crowd in front of them.

The young king did not stop at the recklessness of those people, after all, he also understood that in the near future, his name as the young king would change hands, and he still had to consider the situation of his mother in the slums.

Perhaps, the crowd below also felt that the Xianmen was about to arrive here, and some people who were still a little hesitant also began to follow the example of their predecessors and climbed towards the platform.

"What are you doing? If the platform collapses, none of you will want to have good fruit to eat!"

At this time, the people sitting around the young king couldn't help but threaten. Of course, the purpose of them doing this is just to show themselves in front of the young king.

However, compared to the attraction of Xianmen, intimidation is so unbearable. Although some of the timid people choose to give up, then there will be people who will follow up and take the place of those who have stepped back from the platform.

All of a sudden, the order under the platform spiraled out of control several times. Fortunately, although this platform is simple, it is extremely solid, so there is no tragedy.