When Ling Yan came over with a large number of disciples, she instantly occupied a lot of open space.

The disciples of the various sects silently retreated to the side and made a clear distinction with the Immortal Alliance.

They must all be elite disciples of various sects, and no matter how they surrender their identities, they will not be mixed with the Immortal Alliance.

Nangong Lin opened his mouth and said, "Deputy Alliance Master, the rules of this competition for the place in the Secret Realm on the twenty-fourth floor are as follows......"

After Nangong Lin finished speaking, he spoke gently and majestically, "Can the deputy alliance leader and other disciples understand?" ”

Ling Yan responded, and when it was about to speak, Nangong Lin said, "Then let the disciple prepare to prepare, there are a few more empty than the ring." ”

Lingyan had to swallow the words that reached her throat, and then turned her head to look at the ... Murong.

Don't let them down again.

Mu Rong bowed his head slightly after receiving Lingyan's gaze, and then saw Song Yizhi who was particularly conspicuous in the crowd at a glance.

Suddenly, Song Yizhi suddenly turned back to meet Mu Rong's gaze.

Seeing Song Yizhi's gentle and harmless gaze with a smile, Mu Rong's expression remained unchanged, but he was suspicious in his heart.

Could it be that Song Yizhi recognized himself?

Now that he has a new body, how could Song Yizhi recognize it!

Thinking of this, the suspicion in Mu Rong's heart lightened a little.

Song Yizhi retracted his gaze, and the smile on his face deepened.

Rong Yueyuan, who was waiting for his opponent in the ring, had been paying attention to Song Yizhi, and naturally, he also noticed the girl behind Lingyan.

At a glance, Rong Yueyuan felt a little weird.

After retracting his gaze, Rong Yueyuan had a slight guess in his heart.

Most of the disciples of the Immortal League were casual cultivators before, and there were not many casual cultivators who could reach the Yuan Infant before the thousand years old, but now Lingyan brought them all monks above the Yuan Infant.

Song Yizhi glanced behind Ling Yan, and then retracted his gaze to look elsewhere.

The ghost place of the Immortal League, these people in it really hurt their eyes.

There is really no good thing in the Immortal League!

Ling Yan explained a few words to the disciples of the Immortal League, and then walked to the side.

Elder Mo and Nangong Lin exchanged a look, and then quickly found a steward to arrange a place for Ling Yan.

The disciples of the Immortal League looked at those sect disciples in the ring, and the hostility and malice in their eyes were almost impossible to hide.

In the hearts of the disciples of various sects, Rong Yueyuan is the target they look up to, a person like a god, but in those scattered cultivation hearts, some people regard Rong Yueyuan as the target to look up to, but more people are still jealous and unwilling.

Coincidentally, almost all of those people became disciples of the Immortal League.

After a while, Rong Yueyuan's competition formed a long queue in front of the ring.

Looking at the team that was almost all disciples of the Immortal League, Song Yizhi mourned for them for two seconds in his heart.

"What's your expression?" Wei Ling asked Song Yizhi.

Several people around looked at Song Yizhi and found that Song Yizhi had a sympathetic face.

Where does this compassion come from?

Song Yizhi opened his mouth and said, "Let's see." ”

Several people looked at Song Yizhi's gaze for some reason.

The disciples of the Immortal Alliance who climbed into the ring directly drew their swords and killed Rong Yueyuan.

In Rong Yueyuan's hand, he was holding a long sword with condensed spiritual power, and his hand holding the long sword waved lightly.

The Immortal Alliance disciple flew out upside down like papier-mâché and fell to the ground.

Wei Ling blinked.

Did you really fall off the front foot than the back foot of the ring?

Rong Yueyuan's wrist turned, the long sword hung down at his side, and his warm voice revealed a little coldness, "Next." ”

The next Immortal Alliance disciple walked up menacingly, but flew out in three seconds.

The elders and the precept hall next to the ring looked at Rong Yueyuan above, wanting to stop talking, stopping and wanting to speak.

It can only be said that the temper of the five elders really varies from person to person.

"Sect Master Nangong, didn't you say that you can't seriously injure people in the competition for the place in the secret realm on the twenty-fourth floor?" Lingyan's cold questioning voice sounded.

Nangong Lin said softly, "The Discipline Hall will give the answer." ”

Lingyan snorted coldly.

The disciples of the Discipline Hall quickly went up to check on the two Immortal Alliance disciples, and then said coldly, "If this is a serious injury, then don't come to the competition." ”

After speaking, the disciple of the Discipline Hall walked to the ring, his expression was more or less gloomy.

They don't discriminate against casual practice, but they discriminate against this kind of casual practice!

Lingyan's face was cold, but she didn't say a word.

Song Yizhi and Wei Ling hooked their shoulders and watched as those Immortal Alliance disciples went up and down with their front feet.

"Tsk, no wonder you have a look of compassion." Wei Ling spoke.

Bai Liqi opened his mouth and said, "Isn't this taking the initiative to find abuse?" ”

Fifth Elder, the power of the Tribulation, his cultivation is not empty, what are these people thinking in their minds?

"Ugh." Song Yizhi sighed, and then raised his voice to speak, "Fifth Elder, give them some face a little appropriately." ”

Rong Yueyuan beat the Immortal Alliance disciples in the ring with a wave of his hand, and then said softly, Zhizhi, "It's not that I'm ruthless, it's that they're too weak." ”

"......" Song Yizhi felt that this sentence was a little familiar.

The corners of Wei Ling's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this.

Isn't this Song Yizhi's style?

What a husband and wife!

Compared to Rong Yueyuan in the ring, the disciples of the Immortal League under the ring have already appeared to transform into cultivators and even monks in the merger period, but unfortunately, even the monks in the merger period were beaten down by Rong Yueyuan's sword.

Because of Rong Yueyuan's neat moves, the number of victories he won increased rapidly.

An hour later, there was only one game left in Rong Yueyuan's hundred victories.

Song Yizhi quickly flashed to the ring, "I'll come to the last one!" ”

"......" than the elders in the ring looked at the two of them, and stopped talking.

Song Yizhi can't challenge this, she already has a place.

"......" looked at Song Yizhi with an excited face, and Rong Yueyuan said helplessly, "Zhizhi, you have a quota." ”

"I know, but I fit the bill, right?" Song Yizhi spoke.

Rong Yueyuan walked up and raised his hand and nodded Song Yizhi's forehead, "Don't make trouble, I'll compete with you after the last fight." ”

Song Yizhi pouted.

Rong Yueyuan coaxed people down with a good voice.

Song Yizhi came down and stood there with his hands around his chest and a little puffed.

Rong Yueyuan's attention has always been on his wife, looking at the puffing little girl, his eyes are full of helplessness and spoiling.

Then, Rong Yueyuan took out Wen Xue, and he hung a pendant on it and asked Wen Xue to send the pendant over.

Wen Xue stopped in front of Song Yizhi.

Song Yizhi reached out and picked up the pendant on the hilt of the sword, and finally pursed the corners of his mouth.

Wen Xue floated up and down in front of Song Yizhi and wrote it down, as if she was coaxing her.

Song Yizhi flicked Wen Xue's sword body with his fingers.

Wen Xue dodged for a moment, and then flew back to Rong Yueyuan's side with a "boom".

Rong Yueyuan put away his long sword, and then looked at the last opponent.

The Immortal League disciple who came up this time was a monk in the late stage of the fast integration, but that Immortal League disciple was still beaten by Rong Yueyuan with a sword.

"Boom-"

The sound of the gong sounded, and Rong Yueyuan successfully got a place.

Rong Yueyuan did not get down from the ring, his eyes fell on Song Yizhi, and then raised his hand to make a move.

Song Yizhi jumped into the ring, and then took out his long sword and killed it directly.

The condensed long sword in Rong Yueyuan's hand turned into Wen Xue, and the two extremely similar long swords collided together.

(End of chapter)