The Strongest Salted Fish Boss

"The boss may not be aware of it. This platform is called Shengxiantai, which was gifted by immortals millions of years ago."

Tong Yashuang explained with a smile.

"Fairy"

"Yes, it is said that due to the exhaustion of resources, there were very few people who ascended through the calamity. The monks in the immortal world took pity on all beings, so they came to the Tianyuan world and spread the method of stealing the sky and changing the sun, which can help the cultivators to ascend in the calamity period."

She looked at the Yanwutai with a bit of longing in her eyes: "And this Yanwutai, the legend is... it was given to me by the immortals back then."

Lin Xian blinked, taking his 0.

5's eyes, I can't see any difference in this table.

"You are sure it was passed down by an immortal"

Lin Xian said strangely, "Maybe someone in the future will imitate it."

Isn't there a joke that says so.

I bought a legendary antique from the Western Zhou Dynasty and took it to an expert to see.

After the meeting, experts said that this thing is not from the Western Zhou Dynasty, but from last week... The legend of the fairy has passed for millions of years, and even the strongest three religions, nine sects and eight masters do not have such perfect records. .

God knows if this thing was handed down by an immortal, or it was a copycat of a big boss.

"No, it's something passed down by the immortals."

Tong Yashuang said with a smile: "This stage has no other advantages, it is... very solid."

"Even if Sanxian made his own move, he couldn't shake this stage in the slightest."

"And such a thing can only be made by immortals..."

Lin Xian blinked, this broken five, the stage, so awesome or... smash it to try, and suddenly his hands are a little itchy... The martial arts show has begun.

But in fact, the people who go up now are not disciples, but masters of the sect.

A man of five big and three thick climbed up to Shengxiantai and shouted at a sect.

"In the Lower Eastern Zhou Dynasty, Li Bizhi, and Ye Wen of the Zihong faction, Erke dared to fight."

"Humph! The deity is afraid that you won't succeed"

An old man from that sect snorted coldly, stood up, and flew straight up to the ascending platform.

Then the two of them bowed to the host's old monk, and immediately began to fight.

Their cultivation is not high, but they are not low either. They all have Nascent Soul cultivation, and their movements are completely...killing, all kinds of spells, and magic weapons.

"This is"

Lin Xian blinked, a little confused.

"This is the conflict between their sects. It can be regarded as an appetizer before the martial arts show."

Tong Yashuang thought for a while and explained: "The battle between the sects will inevitably affect the innocent, and at the same time, it is easy to lose both sides."

"So it's fine to put it on the ascension platform, whoever is stronger will win, and whoever loses will lose, anyway... with us... the top sects are here, whoever I don’t dare to say anything more about the results of the evaluation.”

Lin Xian nodded - this is the game for the opening divisions of the Games... Soon, the battle on the stage will also be resolved.

The old man vomited blood after being punched by the man, and when the man was about to pursue, the old man shouted: "I admit defeat!"

Then the man's fist was blocked by a layer of light curtain, and it was the old monk who took the shot just now.

The man didn't care either, just left a sentence.

"Since you admit defeat, from today onwards, the mysterious iron mine will belong to my Seven Fist Sect."

The old man nodded with a wry smile, returned to his sect, began to take medicine pills, and meditated to heal his wounds.

Obviously, this is a dispute over that 'Mysterious Iron Ore'.

The winner, get the mysterious iron ore! The loser, lose everything! Even if you are reasonable, it is the same! Because the biggest truth in the world of self-cultivation is... fist! Big fist means... big reason! Although other industries are similar , but the truth of the cultivation world is the most obvious! It's so obvious... no matter...

Whether it was the Bodhi Temple, which shouted to conquer demons, or the Haoran Mansion, which was a decent leader, they all turned a blind eye to the behavior of the three sects of magic and Taoism coming here, and even had to arrange seats for others.

Of course, these things are often written about small schools and small schools, not about those... famous schools.

The people at Wanjianmen are preparing other things.

The Heavenly Frost Wolf King, who was at the level of Loose Immortals, was called away by another Loose Immortal, apparently because he had some kind of Loose Immortal job.

At the same time, a master from the Nascent Soul period came to Wanjianmen's camp and shouted, "Are there any disciples who want to participate in the next martial arts performance? Please come with me!"

Ruthless and Zi Yan nodded to Tong Yashuang, and followed the Yuan Ying monk away.

Lin Xian guessed that this was probably... from the 'audience seat' beside him, he was going to the backstage to prepare for the show.

Lin Xian expressed his understanding, and then asked Liu Shen to help buy some barbecue and snacks.

Watching the sports meeting, how can you be ruthless without some snacks? They are really negligent... By the way, it's not that Lin Xian didn't remember it, but considering that the ritual of immortals may be different from that of a mortal like himself. , in case... I'm making a meal, but I never expected... This games will be held, and who is the organizer! Tong Yashuang didn't care, and continued to watch the game.

The competitions on the stage are just some appetizers, there is no need to even talk about it, the real important thing is the martial arts performance behind! But what she never expected was that there was actually a person on the stage.

"Under the Golden Light Sect Wang Bo, please invite fellow Daoists from Wanjianmen to come to the stage for a talk!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.