Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The ancient bell on the main stage rang three times, the sound shook a hundred miles, and the eyes of tens of thousands of cultivators in the north of Fengqiao Town were all fixed on the stage.

The heads of the local big cultivation families who were watching from afar in the restaurant were also waiting one by one. Lu Xinmei's emergence made the head of the Lu family very happy.

"Two female cultivators from one family have entered the final battle of the competition. Old Lu, your two daughters have a good chance of making it into the top five of the competition!"

Old Lu smiled modestly, twisted three strands of black beard with his hands, and laughed: "No, no, the little girl barely won, and is far less stable than the eldest lady of the Cao family. Hehe, don't you think so?"

The head of the Cao family frowned, and was secretly angry. The more modest Old Lu was at this moment, the more angry he felt. This was not modesty at all, it was clearly showing off!

"If I had two daughters, I would definitely have the last laugh! Mr. Lu, you better watch out, maybe your daughter will lose to my daughter Zhen'er, don't get angry with me then, hahaha!"

The head of the Cao family could no longer hold back his anger and retorted.

"Huh? Strange! When choosing opponents for the final battle, the third and fourth daughters of the Lu family both let go of Ye Ling, the champion of the Tiandan Xianmen, and the fourth daughter Lu really went for the eldest daughter Cao!"

Some of the heads of the family saw the strangeness at a glance, and looked back at the two heads of the Cao and Lu families involuntarily, with a look of gloating.

"No way, according to the layout of the main stage and their respective positions, the Wood Puppet Immortal Sect should be against the opposite Tiandan Immortal Sect. How could Miss Lu Si let Ye Ling go and fight Cao Zhen?"

The heads of the Cao and Lu families were all worried and leaned forward to look straight. Old Lu had an extra layer of worry. He saw the third daughter Lu Xinmei fighting Bai Qiu. The two daughters were fighting against two former sect disciples. Although they were all female cultivators, they were all strong among female cultivators. It was still uncertain who would win and who would lose.

Let's talk about Ye Ling on the main stage. Thanks to the previous agreement with Lu Xinmei and her secret help, he also won Lu Xuezhu's concession. The three of them knew it tacitly. They would obviously fight, but they ignored it directly.

Just when Ye Ling was deliberately avoiding a duel with Wu Que Zhenren and Li Hongfei, the Ling Fu Xian Sect's champion, the little demon boy Dong Yun, jumped over and shouted: "Hey! Do you dare to fight me?"

Although Dong Yun saw that Ye Ling was full of blood and murderous aura, he was the champion of Tian Dan Xian Sect after all. According to the practice of previous years, the number of cultivators competing for Tian Dan Xian Sect was the least, and their strength was also average, so he chose to fight Ye Ling first.

Ye Ling smiled slightly, took out a soul flag from the storage bag, only showing a corner, and said lightly: "Little demon boy! Do you recognize this thing?"

The little demon boy Dong Yun was stunned. The alchemy master in front of him, who was famous in Fengqiao Town, was neither an evil cultivator in Luosha Valley nor a demon cultivator, but he knew that he was called Little Demon Boy!

What surprised him even more was the Thousand Soul Banner that Ye Ling showed!

"You, you are the young master of that man? I'm sorry, I'll take my leave and choose someone else to fight!"

The little demon boy thought of the mysterious blue monk and the words that the Rakshasa ghost woman told him, and his scalp tingled for a while, and he took his leave again and again.

Ye Ling took advantage of this opportunity to fly past Dong Yun, and let Shang Junyi, who was coming forward to fight him, to Wu Que Zhenren, while he blocked Qu Yang.

"Defeated general, don't you want revenge? Just come!" Ye Ling sneered and looked at Qu Yang with disdain.

Qu Yang was furious and trembling with anger. He was just about to fight Ye Ling. Being able to sweep Ye Ling out of the top five in the competition was simply his greatest desire!

"Ye Ling! You're here for the right time. I've been waiting for this moment!"

Qu Yang gritted his teeth and said word by word, his eyes full of resentment, almost spewing fire.

Ye Ling made him impatient, and he sneered: "You have been busy recuperating for a month, what progress can you make! I have been practicing hard in Donglingze, and have advanced from the eighth level of Qi training to the peak of the ninth level! You were not my opponent at the beginning, and now you are far behind, hahaha!"

Ye Ling's words were like thousands of arrows piercing Qu Yang's heart. Ye Ling's words revealed what he was most worried about, and it was like a layer of shadow in his heart.

Just when Qu Yang was uneasy and fell into a contradictory state of hatred and guilt, the elder of the Chixiao Immortal Sect, who was in the main arena, said slowly in an old voice: "Have you chosen your opponents? Get ready, the ancient bell will ring and the decisive battle will begin immediately!"

Ye Ling was still calm and naturally slapped the Shura Blood Blade that shocked Qu Yang, staring at him coldly.

When Qu Yang saw this broken blade that often appeared in nightmares, his soul could not help but tremble. Compared with the past, the broken blade changed from its original fierce aura to blood red, and it was obvious that there was a new breakthrough in the grade, which made Qu Yang's heart sink.

Now, Ye Ling did not need to hide the top-grade equipment. With a thought, he took out the purple gold robe and the green pine amulet from the star-picking cliff of the fairy palace and put them on in an instant, which invisibly put a huge pressure on Qu Yang.

At the same time, Ye Ling added three kinds of body protection in an instant! The most basic golden bell body protection, the middle-level earth armor technique of earth crystal color, and the middle-level golden light shield of the Southern Saint Sect almost blinded Qu Yang's dog eyes, and even the cultivators under the main stage looked at it sideways!

"Ah! Isn't this the middle-level earth armor technique of the Yuncang Sect's secret technique? How did Master Ye learn it?"

"Ahem, I heard that Master Ye and Wei Tong, the second disciple of Yuncang Sect, are close friends. It's not surprising that they can bless the middle-level earth armor technique!"

"What's more surprising is that the golden shield protecting the body is not the secret technique of Nansheng Sect? Master Ye actually knows it! Didn't the third young master of Nansheng Sect teach him?"

Everyone was talking about it. Qu Yang bitterly blessed the middle-level earth armor technique of the sect's secret technique, and turned back to glare at his second junior brother Wei Tong. If this guy hadn't been a traitor, would it be so difficult for him to take revenge?

But Wei Tong didn't care. He folded his hands and didn't think highly of this former senior brother Qu Yang. According to his personality, when he entered the Dixuanxian Sect in the future, Qu Yang would have to call him senior brother! Who made the Dixuanxian Sect more precious to him with extremely high earth spirit root aptitude? Of course, Wei Tong also wished his friend Ye Ling to win. In this way, Qu Yang would not be able to enter the top five of the competition, and naturally he would not be able to get the foundation-building pill and become a senior in foundation-building.

Under the main stage, the face of Tang Xiong, the leader of the Nansheng Sect, was so gloomy that he almost twisted the water. He roared at the Nansheng Sect disciples behind him: "Who leaked the secret technique of our sect! Is it you two evil disciples? Or that Shang Junyi!"

Tang Xiong pointed at the third disciple, the silver-clothed monk, and the fourth disciple and cursed. At the beginning, they were blackmailed by Ye Ling and the refining pattern of our sect was knocked away, which made Tang Xiong furious.

Now even the intermediate-level golden shield of our sect's secret technique has been learned by Ye Ling. How can Tang Xiong not be furious! Naturally, I thought of the three idiots who were known as the three young masters of the Southern Saint Sect. They must have handed over the Golden Light Shield Jade Tablet along with the weapon refining pattern to Ye Ling.

The silver-clad monk and the four disciples were horrified. They knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, swore and defended themselves. In order to escape the blame, they even blamed the eldest brother Shang Junyi: "How dare we leak the secrets of the sect? As for whether it was done by the eldest brother, we don't know. After the competition is over, the sect master can just ask him!"

The leader of the Southern Saint Sect, Tang Xiong, suppressed his anger and snorted coldly: "A bunch of useless things! If Shang Junyi loses and can't make it into the top five of the competition, hum! Even he and the two of you will be left in the Southern Saint Sect to practice hard. Don't even think about going to the Golden Pavilion Immortal Sect!"