"What?"

Yintian Sect, sitting at the table.

Luo Bing'er, the Elder of Blood Prison and other big shots were sitting in the center waiting for the game to start.

When Lu Xianxian came back, he was very angry.

After saying that, Luo Bing'er was so angry that she almost slapped her in the face in public.

The elder of Blood Prison was stunned and said: "Did you beat his sister?

It’s over, Sect Master, this matter has actually developed to this point, I’ll let it go.”

The old woman suddenly said: "You can't blame Xianxian. Sect Master, you don't know how strong Lin Jie is. He doesn't look down on our Yintian Sect at all. The old man almost made a move."

The elder of the Blood Prison came closer and said: "Sect Master, the matter has come to this, the plan has to be changed. Due to the incident at the Jingmeng Tower, we have to compensate the Blood Refining Sect, the Backing Sect, and the Ziwei Sect. They want an explanation, so why not push this matter away?

When it comes to Lin Jie, we should stop protecting Lin Jie and completely separate ourselves from the Lingjian Sect. Moreover, the master of the Lingjian Sect and Tian Xuanzi have sent a large number of strong men to wait outside Xuanhai in order to kill Lin Jie.

Tribulation.”

"I support."

The old woman also agreed.

"The meeting begins."

Suddenly, the trumpet sounded loudly.

In a moment——

Luo Bing'er and countless people all looked at the flying sword platform.

From the giant gate standing out of thin air in the sky, countless musical notes and runes flew out, intertwining into a huge formation that enveloped the entire Sifang City.

In the blink of an eye, the day with the scorching sun in the sky has already set, the stars are dotted, and the bright moon is in the sky.

Such a huge array of magical power covered the Sifang City, completely shocking every martial arts cultivator present.

At this moment, in the starry sky, young faces gradually appeared, becoming increasingly clear. There were tens of thousands of them, all of them were martial arts cultivators who had signed up to compete.

"Lin Jie!!"

In the camp of the Spiritual Medicine Sect, Cheng Beiquan was instantly angered by the figures of the three disciples of the Spiritual Sword Sect from within the star screen.

The conference has begun!

The whole place is excited!

On the Flying Sword Platform, the Black Dragon Guards were staring at the countless figures of contestants in the starry sky. Suddenly, those figures moved.
Chapter completed!