When Qin Zhenzhen appeared, there was one person with the most complicated expression, and that was Qin Dongdong, who was sitting next to Xu Ling.

The disciples of the Purple Dao Immortal Sect only knew that she and Qin Zhenzhen were both members of the Qin family, but they didn't know that Qin Zhenzhen was actually her cousin.

The relationship between the two has been excellent since childhood, but later Qin Zhenzhen became better and better, stronger than her in all aspects, where Qin Zhenzhen was there, she would always be a foil, so she became more and more inferior and jealous, and deliberately alienated the relationship between the two.

Later, when Qin Zhenzhen gradually emerged in the cultivation realm, and was even made a saint by the Bishui Narcissus Pavilion, becoming a well-deserved celestial figure, the jealousy and imbalance in Qin Dongdong's heart were gone.

If one person is better than you, you may be jealous, but if he is better than everyone else, you can only look up to and worship.

The two also gradually released their previous suspicions and restored the relationship between good sisters, but it was easy to reconcile, as difficult as before, Qin Dongdong felt that there was always a layer of estrangement between the two, and they could never go back to the past.

When Qin Zhenzhen passed by the grandstand area of the Purple Dao Immortal Sect, she smiled at everyone and greeted Qin Dongdong: "Sister." ”

She had been paying attention to the masters from various factions recently, wanting to find the senior who had captured the tide swallowing beast to express her gratitude, but she would never have thought that the person she was looking for would be a foundation building disciple sitting in the stands of the Purple Dao Immortal Sect.

After all parties were seated, the Xianyuan Conference officially began.

After the chief accountant of the Bishui Narcissus Pavilion, Man Qing, came out to make an opening remark, and soon entered the first round of the competition.

I have to say that those who have the confidence to participate in the Xianyuan Conference are all geniuses, and the competition in the ring is full of dangers, and from time to time there are amazing operations that win the applause of the house, sometimes it is exquisite swordsmanship, sometimes it is a dazzling combination of spells.

Someone wins, and the spring breeze is proud.

Someone was defeated and hung down.

But all this, in Ji Chen's eyes, is like a child playing at home, he looked at it for a while, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Xu Ling was very eye-catching, and came to Ji Chen's side to chat with him to relieve his boredom.

Of course, most of the time he was chattering alone, and when it came to what Ji Chen was interested in, Ji Chen would respond with two sentences.

This guy even brought a lot of small talking books with him, and took out a few to pass the time for Ji Chen.

The competition in the ring continued, and the disciples of the Purple Dao Immortal Sect also came on the field one after another, and several people, including Fan Xiuqi, won the victory and successfully advanced to the second round.

In the end, only the two people left on the Purple Dao Immortal Sect's side who wanted to fight against the Pure Yang Immortal Sect, that is, Xu Ling and Senior Sister Wei, had not yet appeared.

"Purple Dao Immortal Sect Wei Qing, fight against Pure Yang Immortal Sect Ding Feng!"

Finally, the referee called Senior Sister Wei's name.

"Senior Sister Wei, don't keep your hands and kill these miscellaneous pieces of the Pure Yang Immortal Sect!"

Senior Sister Wei nodded, took a deep breath, stood up, and flew into the ring under the ardent expectations of her fellow senior brothers.

Ji Chen also put down the scroll in his hand and looked at the ring.

The two of them fought on the stage for only a few rounds, and Ji Chen had already seen a rough idea.

The strength of the two is between the two of them, and the number of paths is about the same, both of them are majoring in flying swords, but the magic weapon flying sword used by Ding Feng of the Pure Yang Immortal Sect is better than the flying sword used by Wei Qing.

But the more advanced the magic weapon, the more true yuan is consumed, and the use of high-level magic weapons that does not match their own cultivation will increase geometrically.

At present, Ding Feng is pressing Wei Qing, but as long as Wei Qing can insist on staying undefeated under Ding Feng's first wave of offensive, and then counterattack after Ding Feng's true yuan is exhausted, he will win.

Senior Sister Wei guarded strictly, gritted her teeth and insisted, under the stormy offensive of Ding Feng, like a flat boat in a storm, fluttering but not falling.

Finally, Ding Feng's offensive slowed down, as if the true yuan was exhausted, and his strength was insufficient.

Senior Sister Wei was overjoyed, knowing that her time had come to fight back.

However, before she could exert her strength, she heard a loud bang, and the heat and fire of the explosion rushed to her face, throwing her flying, and she lost consciousness in mid-air.

The audience was in an uproar!

No one expected that Ding Feng would blow up the flying sword at this time!

Regardless of the value of this flying sword, you must know that the flying sword connects the master's mind, and if it explodes itself with the flying sword, its own consciousness will also be damaged, which is completely a thousand injuries to the enemy and eight hundred self-damage.

Blood flowed from the corners of Ding Feng's mouth, and the whole person was also unstable and crumbling, in this state, although he was promoted, the next round of the game was also very dangerous.

But Senior Sister Wei was even more miserable, her flesh and blood were blurred, and she was covered in blood and unconscious under the ring.

Such a serious injury meant that she could not play the repechage match at all and was eliminated directly.

Anyone can see that between the Pure Yang Immortal Sect and the Purple Dao Immortal Sect, this is a real fire.

In the regional stands of the Pure Yang Immortal Sect, those participating disciples cast provocative glances at the people of the Purple Dao Immortal Sect.

"Bastard!"

"Purple Dao Immortal Sect, these bastards, the next time I encounter them in the ring, I will definitely kill them!"

The disciples of the Purple Dao Immortal Sect scolded angrily.

When the Pure Yang Immortal Sect did this, it was completely disgusting them.

Ji Chen's face was expressionless, and he commanded the two disciples to fly under the ring to bring Senior Sister Wei back for treatment.

The crowd in the stands was full of discussions, and onlookers have always seen the excitement not a big deal.

"There's a good show to watch now! As long as there is a match between the Pure Yang Immortal Sect and the Purple Dao Immortal Sect in the future, it will definitely be exciting! ”

"After all, the strength of the Purple Dao Immortal Sect is still weaker than the Pure Yang Immortal Sect, right?"

"That's not necessarily, it's okay to say if Fucang is not abolished, without Fucang, I think the Purple Dao Immortal Sect can still touch the Pure Yang Immortal Sect."

"There's still a match between the two later!"

"That one is not interesting, the formation mage will make up the number when he goes to the ring, and he will lose!"

"The Purple Dao Immortal Sect will lose to the Pure Yang Immortal Sect in two games today, but it's a little ugly."

Not to mention these audiences, even the Purple Dao Immortal Sect itself didn't think Xu Ling had any chance of winning.

"Senior Brother Xu, when you come to the stage to see if the situation is wrong, just admit defeat directly, but don't get hurt."

"Yes, these beasts of the Pure Yang Immortal Sect will definitely be ruthless."

Everyone persuaded Xu Ling one after another, and Qin Dongdong was also worried.

Ji Chen turned his head at this time, looked at Xu Ling, and asked, "Do you know what to do?" ”

Xu Ling was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Understand, I will satisfy my senior brother." ”

It didn't take long for Xu Ling's turn to appear.

"Purple Dao Immortal Sect Xu Ling, against Pure Yang Immortal Sect Huang Yan!"

Xu Ling was both a little nervous and a little excited, the instantaneous formation technique that Ji Chen taught him, he had not yet practiced in battle, and he also had some expectations in his heart, I don't know if the effect was as good as he thought.

Xu Ling and Huang Yan stepped into the ring, and Huang Yan looked careless, as if he didn't take Xu Ling in his eyes at all.

"Will you go down on your own, or will I do it?" Huang Yan asked sneeringly.

Xu Ling showed pity on his face, and said in his heart, don't blame me for being too ruthless, who made you unhappy?