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Jing Yun smiled. The Qinglong Jialan had already passed through more than a dozen auction venues in the Great Wilderness Realm, but none of them had successfully bid. It was because it belonged to the eighth-grade elixir and was difficult to find medicinal materials. It was even more difficult to find an alchemist who could refine the eighth-grade elixir.

I thought that this Heavenly Dao Conference had gathered people from all walks of life to auction it, but it seemed that it would be a failure this time.

Jing Yun said with some loss: "This auction price is 800 spirit stones."

Quiet, the scene was still quiet, and everyone seemed to want to skip this exhibit and wait for the next one.

"Eight hundred spirit stones."

Suddenly, a shout of quotation came, and everyone on the field looked at it. They saw a woman in white near the front row, covered with white veil, raised her jade palm and signaled.

Jing Yun, who was sitting on the flower wheel, was also trembling, and his plain eyes looked at the woman shouting for a price. And when he met, there was no wave, and his expression was as light as quiet water.

More importantly, she saw that she was far superior to herself from her quiet temperament, and that feeling made her feel envious.

With a slight dot, Jing Yun moved the flower wheel, held the wooden hammer in his hand, and raised it high.

Bang.

The sound of the wooden hammer falling was finalized.

"Congratulations to this girl, Qinglong Jialan belongs to you." There will be no more auctions, Jing Yunyan said.

With the final say, Chen Mo looked at the back not far away, but his heart trembled suddenly, but finally shook his head. The back was just a bit similar to the master, and it might not have seen her for a few years, so he missed her a little.

Chen Mo suddenly felt a little melancholy, and greeted Yuan Haocang beside him, woke up Xiao Ba who was sleeping soundly, and walked out of the field.

"Hey, Brother Mo, why are you going?" Yuan Haocang asked.

"It's too boring, find a place to drink." Chen Mo said without looking back, and the final of the Heavenly Dao Conference is about to be about to assist in the cultivation. It is urgent.

...

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

Early this morning, the clouds rolled and the morning glow flew.

Several eagles circling and soaring on the mountains covered with green vegetation. The brilliant sunset dyed the prosperous Qinghua City at the foot of the mountain into a magnificent golden yellow.

On Qinghua Mountain, there is a huge martial arts platform on the top of a man-made mountain. Almost all the heroes of the world gather here on this day.

Just today, the top ten players who have advanced to the previous ten will challenge the ten strongest seed players in the Sanctuary here, and thus expel the last ten in the conference.

This event has never been seen for thousands of years. Perhaps the unshakable position of the Holy Land among the sects in the world may be broken today.

In addition, the competition among the disciples of various major sects is over and there is no concern at this time. It is better to take advantage of this moment to cheer for the players you are optimistic about, and then take a small bet and join in the fun. This trip is not in vain.

Therefore, the competition has not yet begun. The Qinghua Mountain Top Competition venue was already full of people and very lively.

At the foot of Qinghua Mountain, in Qinghua City.

Since the heroes of the world gathered here, Qinghua City has been as lively as a festival every day, with music and singing until dawn every night. But at this time, a scene of extremely cold and crowds appearing.

There is no need to say much about the reason why there are crowds of people. The major taverns and gambling halls and even brothels are equipped with small Qianyuan sky curtains that can watch the event. The people in Qinghua City who cannot enter the event will naturally gather in groups of three or five in these places.

The previous gambling house in the Martial Arts Sect Pavilion that provided gambling bets was already crowded with tens of thousands of people.

Men, women, young and old, are like heels. Sweat smells like rouge, mixed with each other, and the sound is noisy.

"Lao Zhang, you are here again, hurry up. Come here quickly. Fortunately, I have taken you a seat." A man who had a good relationship with Lao Zhang before waved to Lao Zhang in the crowd and called out.

"Here, come, haven't started yet, right? I almost couldn't catch up." Old Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a black and green eye attracted the man's attention.

"Old Zhang, what's wrong with your eyes?" the man asked curiously.

"Don't mention it. I lost a lot last time. I was in a bad mood on the way home. I tripped and fell down if I was not careful."

"Haha? Could it be that you were punished by your wife's house?"

"She dares! She..." She is so brave... but Lao Zhang was really shameless to say this, and then waved his hand and interrupted: "If you don't talk about those, this event is really unpredictable. What are you looking for?"

"The victory or defeat is indeed unpredictable, but the seed players in the ten holy realms have the lowest cultivation level, and the strongest ones who have advanced to the top ten are only the middle level of the sky level. It seems that the holy realms are still very powerful this time, but the masters who have advanced to the top ten are not weak, so it is hard to guarantee that they will not make a few dark horses."

The man said with an experienced and experienced attitude: "The betting has not started yet, so let's take a look at the situation first."

"Well, my brother makes sense, let's take a look first." The old man tightened the small burden in his arms, and the last ten spirit stones. Whether he could be the master of his wife and be a human being in the future depends on this time.

...

"I would like to invite the disciples of both sides to come to the stage!"

With the strong shout of the host elder, tens of thousands of spectators suddenly became excited in the huge open-air venue.

The ten seed contestants in the Holy Land, along with the ten semi-saint disciples who advanced through the auditions, stood on both sides and walked onto the arena.

At the highest point of the martial arts field, on the rostrum that was enough to look down at the entire martial arts field, four holy emperors were carefully looking at the young people walking on the martial arts stage.

These four emperors savored fragrant tea and talked to each other. The many talented disciples who appeared in this Heavenly Dao Conference were greatly surprised by their expectations. They even began to discuss whether to hold more such conferences in the future for young talents from all over the world to communicate with each other.

Under the rostrum, the sect leaders and elders of each sect sat in separate places and arranged in a circular shape.

"My husband will definitely advance!" The person who spoke was Ye Lianxiang who was sent by Chen Mo to Feng Feiyan before the start of the game.

Before the competition ended, Chen Mo couldn't leave the sidelines. His intention was naturally to make himself feel less worried during the battle, and to avoid this Queen from causing hatred for himself in the crowd.

Ye Lianxiang thought that this was Chen Mo's special concern for her, and her heart was very sweet, and what she said at this time had a hint of sweetness.

"Hmph, brother, just watch it. My son will definitely shine for our Tianlei Dao Guang Zong. You will regret not giving him more resources at the beginning." Feng Feiyan sat next to Ye Lianxiang, and the two women were angry with each other, full of confidence.

"Yes, yes..." Feng Chonglei shook sweat on his forehead, and he was also full of expectations for Chen Mo. However, when he thought of Chen Mo's father Chen Zhengyang, he felt heartbroken and had difficulty breathing. This father and son were really loved and hated, and he could not do anything about it.

On the ring, the two teams stood in a row and looked at each other.

Through the auditions, the ten masters of the semi-saint domain and casual cultivators who were promoted were: Shen Yu, Shen Tu Guanghe, Yan Powu, Chen Mo, Chen Yue, Feng Lingshuang, Xipei, Qingshui Yahe, Yuan Haocang, and Fei Mo Hunyang.

The ten seed players in the Holy Domain are: Shen Tu Mengting, Ouyang Tuo, Liu Penghui, Liang Xiao, Fairy Lingwei, Zhou Mingxuan, Yan Chuge, Wu Tiangang, Shanyu Yingwei and Huofeng.

Although these ten players who advanced through auditions shine in previous competitions, the ten seed players in the Sanctuary are not vegetarians after all. Compared with the ten players who advanced through auditions, these ten seed players are only of high or low strength.

Therefore, this is also destined that this special challenge ever is related to glory.

At this time, the referee elder has begun to announce the rules.

The contestants who advanced to the top ten through auditions can challenge any of the ten seeds before sunset, but the same person only has one chance to challenge. If they win, they can replace them. If they fail to defeat the ten seeds before sunset, they will be eliminated.

For fairness, each person had half an hour to rest and reply after the war ended.

In addition, in order to speed up the recovery of injuries among the players, there are also dozens of female pharmacists in Qinghua Sect off the field, all of whom are at the heavenly level and have spent a lot of money on formation props. No matter how big the injury is, in front of them, you can recover to your previous state of vitality in a short time.

"The time has come, the competition has begun!" With the referee elder shouting, the competition has officially entered the beginning stage.

A cross wind at the top of the mountain blew, and the atmosphere on the field gradually became solemn and the noise gradually subsided.

"Oh~ Brother Mo seems that I can only help you here."

Brother Cang shook his head and sighed. The ten masters of the holy realm in front of him were all unfathomable. He was better smart and suffered less flesh and blood.

After saying that, Yuan Haocang patted Chen Mo on the shoulder and took a step back from the ten-person queue wisely.

"Why would you say you won't fight if you don't fight? Your 'Xuangang Armor' was almost blinding Xiaoba's eyes before. It's so cool that you have no friends?" Chen Mo asked curiously, holding Xiaoba in his arms, and couldn't help but take a step back with Yuan Haocang.

"Brother Mo, you don't know anything. I'm afraid that if the armor of the town sect is broken, my grandfather will break my legs..." Brother Cang said, while looking carefully at his crotch.

Uh... Chen Mo's mouth twitched. Is your head going to break your leg?

When the small and delicate Xipeya saw Chen Mo take a step back, she also quietly took a step back, standing quietly beside Chen Mo's shoulders like a small family bird.

When Chen Yue saw this, he smiled and took a step back immediately.

Feng Lingshuang frowned and cursed indignantly, "You guys who are bored are so embarrassing." So she also took a step back...

Qishui Yahe turned her head and was empty, then she realized that she quickly took a step back. She cursed in her heart, "Damn Chen Mo, it turned out that this trick was used to shoot the bird from the head, and she thought I didn't understand it?" Fortunately, I was smart and reacted quickly.
Chapter completed!