Another year's celebration ceremony is about to be held, and the city is also rarely lively.

This so-called celebration ceremony is actually the day when the Sifang City was officially announced. Since the humans in the Sifang City adopted the Taixu calendar, the annual celebration ceremony has been the most lively day in the city.

In fact, the reason why the people in the Sifang City really look at the Chongqing Music Ceremony is not only its unique significance.

Every year's celebration ceremony, those immortal sects that are beyond the world will send elite disciples in the gate to the Sifang City to accept newcomers. And being able to be selected by the Xianmen is tantamount to rising to the top, and this is also the only chance for all the people in the city to change their fate.

However, how could those immortal sects be able to stand tall in the wilderness and prosper forever by virtue of the number of disciples in the sect? What they chose was only the top existence with outstanding talent among the human race, and those with mediocre qualifications could hardly get into their eyes.

Every year's celebration ceremony, it is also the time when those teenagers who have received ten years of compulsory education graduate, and Xianmen is rushing to these fresh blood.

Although, now there are still a few days to spare before the official start of the celebration ceremony. However, the immortal gates that stand all over the country have come to the Sifang City in an endless stream. Perhaps, they also believe that "early birds get worms", right?

The nightmare made He Yifei's spirit very sluggish, and this night, he actually slept in a mess. However, He Nong attaches great importance to this immortal gate. At this moment, he hoped more than anyone else that his son would be chosen by the Xianmen. After all, only by entering the immortal gate to practice can He Yifei have extraordinary strength, so as to find his long-lost mother.

"Fly, hurry up, the people of Xianmen, it is estimated that they will be able to come to Sifang City today!"

Before He Nong came to his son's floor, he wantonly pushed and shoved He Yifei who was sleeping, not caring about his feelings.

"Uh, are the people from Xianmen here?" He Yifei woke up from his deep sleep and gently shook his head, trying to dispel the groggy feeling.

"I'm afraid that now, the road leading to the city is already surrounded by people, and if you delay any longer, you won't even have a chance to see the divine power of the Immortal Gate!" He Nong couldn't help but create a tense atmosphere when he saw his son's sluggishness.

"Okay! I'll go now!"

Hearing his father's words, He Yifei also imagined the scene of the crowd in previous years, and he didn't care about sorting out the folds on his clothes, so he hurriedly drilled out of the shack.

Out of his shack, He Yifei also noticed the desertion outside. At this time, in addition to the elderly and immature children, only the disabled people with limited mobility were left in the slums.

At this moment, He Yifei didn't dare to delay any longer, he proofread the direction a little, and then ran towards the northeast.

The slum in the Sifang City is divided into four areas by four passages leading to the center of the city, and the place where He Yifei is located is the slum in the southeast. Relative to where his shack was, the passage to the east was much closer than the one to the south.

However, the slums in these square cities cover a wide area, but the area is also staggering. If you think of the slum as a square city, then each side of it is about 90 kilometers long. However, inside the slum, there are four steel walls with a length of nearly 50 kilometers, which completely isolate it from the internal space.

Now, He Yifei's position is still more than 30 kilometers away from the passage due east. Fortunately, after so many years of training, his physical fitness has surpassed that of ordinary people. However, even so, when He Yi flew to the passage due east, it was nearly an hour later.

"There are so many people!"

Before he could see the passage with a width of 500 meters, He Yifei was blocked by the sea of people who could not see the end at a glance. He couldn't help but mutter, and his eyes began to sweep around, looking for places where people were relatively scarce.

However, now that this opportunity to see the divine power of Xianmen is extremely rare, how can he leave He Yifei alone with a close-up view?

"People, there will always be a glimpse first, is it possible to fly through here when you enter the fairy gate in the city?"

He Yifei thought as he walked along the wide road leading to the inner city towards the west.

However, there are not a few people who have the same idea as He Yifei, especially those poor people with poor physical fitness. They also chose to watch from both sides of the back passage.

However, even though the people of the slums had already tightly surrounded the passage, the fairy gate did not appear. For this reason, He Yifei also paid attention to the movements inside the sea of people at any time, and quickly ran towards the west.

This trip is a journey of more than ten kilometers, and compared with the previous wild running, the groping forward now consumes more physical strength. He Yifei has not yet found the ideal position in his heart, and he is already sweating profusely.

"Hey, it's a good idea to build a platform......!

From a distance, He Yifei saw a high sightseeing platform appear as far as his line of sight could see. It's just that the platform is very simple, as if it is just connected at random using some iron pillars.

"Fly, here! Come on!"

He Yifei was approaching the platform, and he saw someone on the platform waving his arms at him.

"Zebhutto, why did this kid come so early?"

He Yifei heard the call, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared towards the platform.

"This kid actually grabbed such a good position!"

Seeing that it was a close neighbor and friend who called him, He Yifei's mood was also much more relaxed, he hurriedly twisted his body, forcibly squeezed out a gap in the sea of people, and drilled towards the platform.

"Yifei, come up!" He Yifei had just arrived at the bottom of the platform, and Zebuto couldn't wait to urge.

He Yifei looked up and found that this simple platform was more than ten meters high. However, this height does not hinder him.

I saw that He Yifei used both hands and feet, jumped and moved, and soon took advantage of the horizontal and vertical iron pillars to turn over and jump onto the platform.

"Boss, this is my good friend, you don't mind him coming here, right?"

As soon as He Yifei stood firm, he saw Zebuto flattering towards the crowd sitting on the edge of the platform.

"Young King, he's really here!" Seeing the face of the young man in the center of the crowd clearly, He Yifei was shocked.

The young king just glanced back at He Yifei, then turned his head away and ignored it. Perhaps, he doesn't care about one more person sitting on this platform. After all, as the most powerful teenager in the southeastern slums, he also knows how to value both grace and power.