Chapter 8: God's Arrangement

"Who is the disciple of this seat!" An angry voice sounded in the competition arena, and when the words fell, an old man with an angry face was already standing next to Lin Jiawei, the elder of the Imperial Spirit Sword Sect.

This person is He Ren, the elder of the Spirit Beast Sect, and he is also the leader of the Spirit Beast Sect who participated in the Hundred Saints Mountain Range Sect Contest this time. Seeing that his disciple was seriously injured and dying, he naturally couldn't hold his face.

"Elder He, don't worry, after Elder Ben asks the reason, he will give you an explanation!" Lingavi reassured, "This young man who fell from the sky must have something to say!" ”

"Yes......" At this time, Fu Xing, who had already been helped to sit up, responded, "I am from the sky, and it is also the arrangement of the gods!" ”

Fu Xing vaguely remembered that in the final struggle between the goddess Wu Chao and Guangyuan Tianzun, he was sent here by a protective shield condensed by divine thoughts, through a radiant space. Maybe the conscience of the goddess Wu Chao found out, or maybe she had another arrangement. In short, Fu Xing's fate was temporarily saved. Therefore, Fu Xing truthfully informed Lin Jiawei of where he came from.

However, as soon as the words fell, Fu Xing regretted it a little. After all, when he sat up and saw clearly that this was a testing ground, and because his arrival seemed to cause death, he naturally couldn't get out of it. Moreover, the arrangement of God is bound to be an explosive event.

Fu Xing's sentence "From the sky, the arrangement of the gods", although it was an understatement, shocked hundreds of people at the scene. Everyone knows what it means for a god to be in the Xiuyuan Continent and even on Fulongxing, it is a high, big, and superior existence than the immortals. There are only legends, but no one has actually seen them.

Cultivation is prevalent in the Xiuyuan Continent, starting from the transcendent realm, and then it is the realm of peace, access, exploration, and forgetfulness. And the Realm of Oblivion is the highest level of cultivation known on this continent. Forget that the following are ants.

Only by breaking through the realm of forgetfulness, the path of cultivation spreads, forgetting the way you came, flying to the immortal realm, and becoming an immortal. And there is a god-level existence above the immortals, and that is the supreme existence!

Lin Jiawei, the elder of the Imperial Spirit Sword Sect, and He Ren, the elder of the Spirit Beast Sect, asked themselves about their cultivation realm, so far it is the late stage of the Tongda Realm, although they are only one step away from exploring the Netherworld Realm, but how difficult it is to break through and promote.

Lingavi said thoughtfully: "Who are you bluffing? Dare to say that it is God's arrangement, Elder Ben will destroy you immediately! Looking at Fu Xing's ragged clothes, black and gray face, and a black iron pimple (camera) hanging around his neck, looking harmless, Lin Jiawei's eyes rolled, showing a look of disbelief.

"Brother Garvey, don't jump to conclusions. The young man was dressed like a beggar, but it was possible that he had been sent by God! He Ren, the elder of the Spirit Beast Sect, said disapprovingly, "Let's listen to this young man continue!" ”

"No need!" Lin Jiawei looked awe-inspiring, "Come on, quickly take this beggar away from the competition hall and send him to the inner mēn courtyard to be strictly guarded!" ”

Obviously, the previous rhetoric of giving Ho Ren an account is outdated, and Lingavi will not mention it now.

"Senior...... Seniors, have something to say...... Say it well! Fu Xing said helplessly, "Could it be ...... Is this your hospitality? ”

In fact, Fu Xing's heart understands very well what kind of guest he is, except for uninvited guests, but he has no chance with "guests". Of course, for Fu Xing, who was new to the cultivation world, his series of encounters would not exceed twelve hours, and he had already reached the point of exhaustion. Moreover, at this moment, I am so hungry that I panic and want to have a full meal, but now I am being locked up as a beggar, which is miserable!

As soon as Lin Jiawei's voice fell, two disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sword Sect quickly came to Fu Xing and forcibly took Fu Xing away from the competition venue.

"Brother Garvey, it's not right for you to do this!" He Ren, the elder of the Spirit Beast Sect, was anxious to stop it, but after all, this city was the territory of the Spirit Sword Sect, so he could only express his dissatisfaction verbally.

Everyone's hearts are like mirrors, this young man who fell from the sky is probably sent by God. Even if you don't have been sent by God, you may know something about God. For this kind of information, the entire Hundred Saints Mountain Range Imperial Spirit Sword Sect, Spirit Summoning Fu Sect, Spirit Transformation Martial Sect, Yue Inspiration Gate, Summoning Spirit Yue Gate, Psychic Rhino Sect, and Spirit Beast Sect Three Sects, Two Sects, Two Sects, and Seven Sects will definitely be extremely excited.

"Elder He, this is not true." Lin Jiawei said indifferently, "This is the scene of the triennial martial arts competition in the Hundred Saints Mountain Range, and there is no room for the slightest behavior that damages order!" So, we have to get the beggar out of the way so that the next contest can go ahead! ”

"Brother Garvey, everyone naturally knows what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd." He Ren said meaningfully, "This beggar smashed and injured my disciple Hua Changwu, and he deserves to be interrogated by me, but you took him away from the scene, what does this mean?" ”

"Elder He, what are you talking about...... Could it be that my disciple Yun Feidie was not smashed? Lingavi asked rhetorically.

"My disciple was stabbed with a sword by your people, and everyone is about to sǐ, so how can this account be calculated?" He Ren's eyes were slightly angry, facing Lin Jiawei, showing that he did not admit defeat.

"On the test field, the sword has no sword eyes, this is normal!" Lingavi said disdainfully: "Okay! Now let's get started! ”

Lin Jiawei disagreed with He Ren's accusations. And He Ren was so helpless that he had to swallow his anger and return to his seat to watch the battle.

In the entire Genting Plaza test field, the fierce fighting sound resumed again.

Fu Xing was supported by two disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sword Sect, and after leaving Genting Plaza, he crossed a mountain road that was a long and wide mountain path and came to a wide platform. The platform is surrounded on three sides by cliffs, bottomless and only clouds lingering. On three sides of the platform are placed spirit boats (a means of transportation used to fly in the sky).

In a short period of twelve hours, Fu Xing experienced falling from the top of the mountain to crossing the other world, to coincidentally obtaining the Yuan God Gu Dan, to the pursuit of the ancient dynasty Si She's small soldiers, to the confrontation between the goddess Wu Chao and Guangyuan Tianzun...... What I have seen and heard, I have a preliminary understanding of this different world. Therefore, there is nothing new about the sectarian competition and the spiritual boat carrying people in front of him. In his heart, there is only one belief, and that is how to settle down in this world.

The two disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sword Sect took Fu Xing to one of the spirit boats, and stood one after the other, while Fu Xing stood in the middle of the spirit boat. At this time, Fu Xingquan was sore, and although he was not seriously injured, his skeleton was scattered. One was unsteady on his feet and almost fell.

The spirit boat flew quickly in the air, and around Fu Xing, white clouds flew by.

"Don't move, there is an abyss under the spirit boat, and it's not good to fall down!" Seeing that Fu Xing was a little abnormal, the disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sword Sect who were standing behind Fu Xing hurriedly took action, held him up, and admonished.

"Thank you, brother!" Fu Xing said with a smile on his face, "What do you call it?" ”

"You call me Wang Dashun!" This disciple, who calls himself "Wang Dashun", has a slightly yellow face, but he looks very jīng, and his attitude towards Fu Xing is not so cold.

"It turned out to be Brother Wang Dashun!" Fu Xing knew the truth of reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, and treated this disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sword Sect who was willing to help him, and he spoke more casually.

Grunt!

Fu Xing was just about to get close to Wang Dashun, but his stomach began to protest. At the end of this day, the grain of rice has not been eaten, and it is already hungry, and it is really unbearable.

Hearing the strange noise, Wang Dashun and another Imperial Spirit Sect disciple glanced at Fu Xing, and then smiled.

"Excuse me...... Brother, I haven't eaten for a day, can you get me something to eat? Fu Xing said embarrassedly while holding his neck.